by Posey Parks
She bent her tied hands, stroking my narrow nose. A tear slipped from the corner of her eye. “I know you will protect us.”
My lips encased hers. “I know, sweetheart.”
Her hands pressed against my chest. “Sebastian, are you saying we’ll never have another baby?”
I grinned, brushing a few strands of hair from her forehead. “Are you kidding? You’ll have every last one of my babies.”
She smiled wide as the sun, then it withered. “But not now?”
“No, Sydney. I can’t have you hiding out in the house with two babies.”
She nodded. “I understand.”
“Hands over your head.” I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth. Rolling her dark erect nipple between two fingers, I tugged the other between my teeth.
“Oh, shit, Sebastian.” Her chest rose and fell and her breath hitched.
My tongue slithered down the center of her breasts, over her belly, and into her soaked pussy. And I do mean drenched. She was so horny. In the past, I ate her pussy to help her relax. It appeared I needed to cater to my wife’s needs more often. Splaying her legs, I slipped my tongue around her clit. My free hand palmed her left breast. My other hand cradled her shaky thigh in my wake.
“Fuck, baby.” Her fingers found my curly hair.
“Baby, baby, you’re so gifted. Shit, I feel it coming.”
I loved how her breast grazed my wedding band and palm. Tongue fucking her greedy hole, her toes curled against my side.
“You taste so fucking good.” I hummed against her clit.
Her back arched as she tugged my hair. Sydney’s body shuddered. Wildly her pussy bucked against my mouth. My wife’s hands dropped above her head, and her nose nuzzled her arm. I loved calling her my wife. Before the horrible ordeal we were settling into our life. Then trouble brewed, and the pot tipped, pouring the rotten concoction all over our perfect life.
I sucked up my baby’s come, then sat on my knees. Pulling her pussy onto my cock, I froze. Her pussy spasmed around my thickness. Sebastian don’t come in your wife’s pussy. She’s not ready. That sounded ridiculous. She’s my wife.
“Baby, why did you stop?”
“It’s been awhile and I don’t want to come quick.”
“Untie me please. I want to wrap my arms around you.”
I smirked. “No, Sydney. You’ll ride my dick until I’m coming inside you. I told you I have no plans of releasing my sperm into your sweet pussy. I remember the time I allowed you to ride me and you worked your magic until I was coming. I’m in control.”
“Sebastian, we’re married this is crazy.”
I slid in another inch. “Do you want it or not?” Another inch. Shit. I held my breath. I couldn’t allow Sydney to see how she affected me. Like I could really stop fucking my beautiful wife. No, I couldn’t. The key was to make her believe I could.
“Shut up, and fuck me good, Sebastian,” she purred.
One leg laid sprawled at my side. Her other rested against my chest. Sliding deeper inside her, my lips melted against her ankle. Circling her clit with my free hand, sliding back and forth inside her warmth, my eyes didn’t leave her. I studied her. The passion overpowered her senses. Instantaneous tremors rocked the surface of her soft skin. Not one drop of her come would be wasted.
I’ll lick and drink from her fountain of goodness. Pussy whipped was an understatement. I could fuck my wife every second of every day.
People say malevolent words that lead you to forget how special they are. I realized my wife would never say anything to purposely hurt my feelings. She lashed out with her tongue during a moment of pain. Yes, we had our son back. What if we didn’t? What if my crazy ex harmed our son? Would our marriage be unsalvageable?
Tears slipped down the side of her face. “Sebastian! Did you hear me?” she cried.
I needed to get out of my head. Be one with my wife.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”
She dropped her bound hands on her stomach. “Please, untie me.” The sadness consumed her beautiful normally bright features. Quickly, I set her wrists free.
Sydney sat up and clawed her way up my muscled frame.
“I need my husband,” she wailed.
My eyes widened. She needed me.
“Don’t let me go, Sebastian.” She gripped my cheeks, nuzzling my beard. “I need you.”
I had no idea she needed me. Wanted me around. Sometimes she’d stare at me as if I were diseased. Not sure she knew she did.
She sucked my top lip into her mouth. “You’re my world. I’m so sorry for all the vile things I said to you. I was hurting. Still hurting. It will take a while to get past what happened to our son. I will work harder on my inner feelings. Being without you isn’t an option.” Her lips crushed mine slow, filled with need. Gripping her thighs, I pounded into her tightness. My teeth clenched her shoulder. I wouldn’t last. No, don’t fall victim. Grabbing my cock, I slipped out of her pulsating pussy and came all over her thigh.
Her gorgeous eyes stared into mine, not even blinking. “You really refused to come inside me?”
I clutched her face and slithered my tongue under her chin. “I love you, Sydney. I’m asking you to understand.”
She dropped her head on my shoulder. Didn’t say one word.
Lowering her to the bed, I kissed her plump lips before hopping up. I retrieved a warm towel from the bathroom. I sat beside her, sliding the towel over her sensitive flesh.
I was upset I couldn’t eat her pussy again. She was pissed I pulled out. Sydney watched as the towel gathered my come off her thigh.
Standing in the bathroom I discarded the towel in the hamper, then clenched my fists. I wanted more. Eating her pussy and making love to my wife all night was what I needed. She flipped off the lamp and faced the window. I could feel her anger roll off her skin as I climbed into the bed, pulling her close. “Sydney, you thought I wouldn’t follow through?”
“No, I didn’t, Sebastian.” Her back melted into my chest.
“If you plan to pull out of me again don’t fuck me.”
Shit! Our intimate emotional connection was important. And long overdue. I wouldn’t come at all next time. Something I hadn’t done with Sydney.
My lips fell upon her shoulder. “I won’t pull out again.”
She held my hands. “I love you, baby.”
“Sydney, you have no idea how much I love you.”
CHAPTER SIX
SEBASTIAN
Wet dreams were for adolescents. My wife rode me like a bull in the dream. Was this all because I pulled my cock out of her pussy, before I came last night? But I came so, why did it feel like in the next minute, I’d blow. The room was rocking in my dream. Please tell me we weren’t in the middle of an earthquake. No, we couldn’t be. We were in Seattle. Fuck, the dream was so vivid. “Sydney, don’t stop,” I moaned.
“I won’t, baby.”
My eyes popped open. This was no dream. It was the best kind of reality. “Sydney, shit!”
She bounced up and down my cock. I gripped the sheets like a bitch. “Baby, baby.” It was the fucking best.
Sydney and I loved morning sex. We hadn’t engaged in this act…shit in over a year. My morning wood must’ve been poking the sheets and Sydney couldn’t help herself. I knew she didn’t want to stop making love last night. But my pulling out pissed her off.
Her head dropped back and Sydney’s hair dangled over her perfect round ass.
Fuck, I wanted to touch it.
Grip it.
Slam my cock into her tight pussy until she had multiple orgasms. If I were to so much as touch her, I’d come. My toes curled and my eyes rolled back.
“Syd…ney. Shit.”
“Your cock is a rocket, baby.” She peeked over her shoulder. “I know you’re ready to blow.” She winked.
My baby set me up. I was a goner.
“Sebastian, I’m coming. Baby, explode inside me.”
Fuck, I lost. I’d given
in to her after all. Clutching her hip, I circled inside her. Sydney lost control, convulsing again. Sitting up right, she leaned against my body. I sank my teeth into her back. Disobedient ass. She took advantage and weaseled several earth-shattering, mind numbing orgasms out of me. “Is it good, Sydney?”
“Ah, oh, yeah.”
She couldn’t form a proper sentence. I bet she was drooling.
“You’re a bad girl, baby.”
I slipped her hair over her shoulder. My large palm slipped over her pebbled nipple.
“Ba…by,” she screamed.
My fingers circled her clit while I continued, rounding inside her.
“Squirt across the room.”
I held her midair because she couldn’t control her movements any longer. Tears leaked from those amber eyes.
“I’m coming, bae!”
Come shot across the room and she shuddered against my chest. Her pussy massaged my cock, and I fucking lost it. Holding her in my arms, I stilled inside her as I filled her womb with my seed. My sneaky wife, greedily used our special morning sex to extort all the come from my balls. I hadn’t come that hard in a long time.
Chest heaving against her back, I gripped her neck. “Look at me.”
Tears streaked her beautiful face. Biting her head off was the first thought, but staring into those needy eyes, I chose to lie back and hold her in my arms.
“It will get better, sweetheart.”
I needed Sydney to become her old self again. And leave the neighborhood without clutching a Glock at her side.
Her fingers tangled in the hairs on my chest. “Don’t let me go.”
My lips pressed the top of her head. “I won’t.”
∞
Great sex then a steaming hot shower. Yeah, I was off to a wonderful start. Tugging a white T-shirt over my head, I peeked at the baby monitor. Caden wasn’t in his crib. Sydney must’ve taken him downstairs to feed him. I slipped on a pair of red basketball shorts, then darted out of our bedroom. Sausage, bacon, shrimp and grits attacked my nose as I jogged down the staircase. Sydney paced the living room, phone to her ear.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”
“The chef said Samantha told him you and I were the only people here. I’m guessing she took the nanny and Caden. I know I should calm down, but she isn’t answering her phone.”
“They are running around the city with four kids. I’m sure everything is ok.”
I ran my hands up and down her arms. The panic and fear in her eyes was alarming. Which was the reason I said no to another baby that she managed to weasel out of me this morning.
The front door opened. “Good morning guys,” Jacob smiled.
Sydney ran to the door. “Where’s Caden?” Her hands were clutching her lips.
Samantha walked in the door, holding Caden. “Why didn’t you answer your phone?” She pulled Caden into her chest.
“We went shopping for furniture at local dealers downtown. Sorry, Jacob and I were wrangling all the kids with the nanny’s help. Still a challenge.”
Charlotte clutched my leg, smiling up at me, holding a juice box in her little hand.
“Good morning, Charlotte.”
Her big brown eyes smiled up at me. Two wavy sandy brown ponytails dangled on each side of her head. “Hi, big Caden.”
I froze. Sydney called me big Caden last night. Now this cute little one is calling me the same thing. I get it. She couldn’t say Sebastian.
Tony pushed the stroller into the house.
“Hey, Tone.”
“Morning, Sebastian.”
Jacob scooped Charlotte into his arms. “Yeah, you two were playing undeniably loud this morning,” he snickered.
My face warmed over. Shit. “Sorry about that.” I ran my hand along the back of my neck, sitting on the back of the sofa.
“I’ll wash the kids up for breakfast,” the nanny’s eyes slanted as she grinned, removing Charlotte out of Jacob’s arms.
“Does anyone need anything else?” Tony asked.
“No.” Samantha kissed his cheek.
“Good. I’ll grab breakfast and relax in the guestroom if you need me.”
“Tone, later, let’s play Call of duty.”
He laughed. “Only if you do a better job keeping up. You get killed to quick, Sebastian.”
“Humor me.”
“Fine, if you die three times in a row Jacob is up next as my partner.”
The room roared in laughter.
“I practice a lot Sebastian. Trust me at first I couldn’t keep up either.” Jacob patted my shoulder.
Samantha pulled Sydney close, whispering in her ear. They stared at Tony, giggling like two school girls.
“Samantha, tell me you didn’t,” he growled.
She cleared her throat. “Tony, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Are you sure you don’t want to have breakfast with us?”
His forehead creased, turning a light shade of red. “No.” He stalked toward the kitchen.
I grabbed Caden out of Sydney’s arms. “What was that about?” My eyebrows rose.
Jacob stepped closer. “Yeah, what are you two up too?”
“Tony has a lady in his life. He’s happy. Syd and I were joking about what he was headed upstairs to do on the phone with her.” Samantha grinned wide.
“Ok, girls into the kitchen.” Jacob ushered them along.
The urge to dig further into Tony’s life nudged under the surface a little. I learned everything about my new family. Even Jeff. Couldn’t fucking believe my business partner was my cousin Dillon who supposedly died with Tony in a car crash fourteen years ago. Jeff asked if it would be a problem. I told him no. He was my family. Although, I’d like to know why he did it. There wasn’t a way to find out that information. He’d have to tell me.
Anyone I came in contact with who’d be around my family, I needed to know everything about them. Same for Ms. Skover. I’d pay her a visit. She needed to stop meeting me in various places coincidently. Something was off. And I couldn’t alarm Sydney.
I nuzzled my nose into Caden’s cheek in route to the kitchen. I asked the chef to arrive at eight today. Figured it would be a nice break for Sydney and Samantha. They never had to cook, but they like to every now and then.
“Chef, did you just finish preparing breakfast?”
Towering over the counter dressed in a white chef uniform, he spooned grits on to several plates. “Yes. Mrs. Latters asked I wait until nine thirty to start.” His brown brows rose. “Was that ok?”
“Yeah, that was great.”
The chef poured coffee in each of our cups. We grabbed our mugs and sat around the long breakfast table. It reminded me of how we spent several weekends in L.A. We ate at Jacob’s and Samantha’s or they ate at our house almost every weekend. This was our close-knit family.
“Sebastian, I’ll take Caden.” Sydney placed him in his reclining high chair.
The nanny sat Charlotte and the twins in their high chairs next to Samantha.
“Mrs. Johansen and Mrs. Latters, would you like me to stay or return after breakfast?”
“Connie, grab breakfast and I’ll call you down if I need you.” Sydney smiled.
“Very well, enjoy.”
We grinned at Connie our nanny who assisted us when we were in Seattle.
“Last night I’d say we were all lucky the kids were passed out.” Jacob sipped his coffee.
He leaned into the table. “We were all loud. This morning someone knocked on our door.” He nodded in Charlotte’s direction. She was focused on her juice box. “She said Syd and Caden were playing too loud.” He grinned.
“We were that loud?” I rubbed my bearded face.
He nodded. “Dude, yeah.”
Sydney burst into laughter. “I didn’t mean to wake up the entire house. I was overdue for play time.” She gripped my cock under the table. I glanced at her eyes wide.
The chef placed a plate before each of us.
I grabbed
my fork. “I’m famished.”
“I bet you are.” Jacob chuckled. His eyebrows rose twice, flashing that stupid TV smirk.
CHAPTER SEVEN
SEBASTIAN
The last two weeks had been busy. So many software accounts needed to be updated for clients.
Sydney and Samantha spent most of their time designing and furnishing the house down the street. Jacob was in the process of wrapping the show in L.A. for the season. He wasn’t able to be in Seattle with his family during the week. Only on weekends. Samantha was less cheerful than usual. I suspected she had a hard time being separated from Jacob. His family accompanied him every time he’d gone on location. I believe she wanted to be her cousins rock. She also needed to be with her husband. I stood in the archway of the kitchen.
“Samantha, how are you?” She turned from the coffee she was nursing at the counter.
She flashed the fakest smile. “I’m fine.”
I sat beside her. “Are you waiting for Sydney?”
“Yeah, we’re planting flowers in my backyard. She needed to change clothes.”
“Lately, I’ve noticed you’ve been quiet. You’re normally so out going. Is everything ok?”
She glanced at me then back at the cup. “I miss my husband that’s all.”
I placed my hand over hers. “You need to be with him.”