by Layla Frost
“Please,” she begged.
I’d told her when we’d first met that she’d beg, but she rarely did.
Rarely had to.
But when she did, it seared in my brain and shot straight to my dick.
“I need your cock,” she continued on a whisper, and fuck yeah, it was still my kink.
“It’s yours.” Pulling my sweatpants down to free myself and her panties to mid-thigh, I kept her legs between mine and positioned my dick. “Fuck yourself with it.”
She leaned back, her greedy pussy taking me inch by inch.
“Fuck, I love you,” I bit out, my eyes locked on the view.
Once she had all of me—dick, sanity, heart, and soul—she stopped. “Dammit.”
My hands moved, skimming her as if I could feel the problem. “What’s wrong?”
But then I heard it.
A faint cry that would grow to a bossy, demanding one.
“Ignore her,” Ophelia tried, but she was already shifting away, knowing I wouldn’t.
“Don’t move,” I ordered, groaning as I pulled free. “Not even an inch. I want this view of your perfect pussy when I get back.”
Tugging my sweatpants back into place, I walked down the short hallway, pausing for a second to smirk at my favorite framed picture. O and her friends, sweaty and happy. I’d stolen it that first day and after she’d found it, jokingly—kinda—calling me a perv, she’d hung it with the countless others that covered our walls. Brothers and friends and us.
Family.
Every time my eyes landed on it, I was hit in the gut by how damn lucky I was.
Fate.
The crying amped up, and I pushed open the cracked door.
“You got crap timin’, kid,” I said.
Standing in her crib, Arielle looked up at me with big gray eyes and grinned.
She may have only been eleven months, but my daughter knew a sucker when she saw one.
I lifted her so we were eye to eye. “We talked about this. Ya gotta sleep. I’m not always gonna come runnin’ when you cry.”
Like her mama, Arielle called my bullshit and laughed in my face.
“Yeah, fair point.” I cuddled her close, burying my nose in her dark brown curls as I walked around her nursery, patting her back.
It took fifteen minutes to get her settled enough to go to sleep. Closing the door on half my heart, I went back to finish what I’d started with the other half.
Only when I got to our room, I didn’t get a view of a perfect wet pussy waiting for me.
I got one of my tired as fuck, pregnant wife sleeping on her side.
Not the same, but still perfect.
Stripping, I climbed into bed and turned on the TV. Then, ‘cause I couldn’t stand not touching her, I carefully shifted Ophelia so her body was pressed against mine.
“You’re a psycho,” she murmured, her usual response to my obsession with her.
“Yeah, but I’m yours, princess.”
And I’ll end any motherfucker who tries to change that.
The End
Stay tuned for Lars’ story...
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Layla Frost has always been a rebel. A true badass.
Growing up, Layla used to hide under her blanket with a flashlight to read the Sweet Valley High books she pilfered from her older sister. It wasn’t long before she was reading hidden Harlequins during class at school. This snowballed into pulling all-nighters after the promise of “just one more chapter”.
Her love of reading, especially the romance genre, took root early and has grown immeasurably.
In between reading and writing, Layla spends her free time rocking out (at concerts, on the couch, in the car… Anywhere is a stage if you get into it enough), watching TV (the nerdier the better!), and being a foodie. Though she lives in NY (the state, not the city), she’s an avid Red Sox fan.
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Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Until Mayhem
Copyright
Other Books by Layla Frost
From the Pervy Mind of the Author…
Dedicated to…
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Epilogue
About the Author
Connect with Layla Frost
Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Until Mayhem
Copyright
Other Books by Layla Frost
From the Pervy Mind of the Author…
Dedicated to…
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Epilogue
About the Author
Connect with Layla Frost