by Remy Blake
“Probably. She is your daughter,” Penelope drolls, sauntering toward me. If I’m not mistaken, she adds extra wiggle to her hips.
“Which means she’s destined to be awesome?” I lean back, bracing my hands behind me on the mattress.
“Mmhmm,” she agrees, but it sounds more skeptical than anything else. She stops, standing between my legs, and drops to her knees. My next breath catches in my chest. Is this going where I hope it is?
Penelope runs her hands up and down my thighs. “I’m always proud to be with you, but today I can’t put into words the pride I felt. You worked so hard to achieve this and had to be patient. You deserve every bit of success, and I know you’re going to be an amazing police officer.”
“Thank you. I always want you to be proud of me.”
“I always am.”
“God, I love you,” I tell her.
“I love you too.”
I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “And for the record, we worked so hard to achieve this. It was a team effort.”
“That’s sweet of you to say, but you did all the heavy lifting. Now, no more disagreeing with me. I’ve got a better idea.”
“If your idea is what I hope it is, this really is the best day of my life.”
“Oh, it’s going there, for sure.” Her fingers are quick to undo my belt.
“You like seeing me in my uniform, huh?” She gets my pants unfastened. “Or maybe it’s the handcuffs?” I raise my hips, and she tugs my pants and boxer briefs down to my thighs. “Or is it the gun?”
She grips my cock, squeezing. “It’s this gun.”
I groan. “Watch out. It’s loaded and there’s a bullet in the chamber.”
“There’s only one place this gun is going off.” Leaning forward, she wraps her lips around the head of my cock and slides all the way down until I’m bumping the back of her throat.
“Oh, Christ.” My fingers sink into her long, black hair as she begins to bob up and down. This woman is one of a kind. I can’t believe she’s real and she’s all mine. “Don’t stop,” I husk, and she hums. I fall to my back on the bed, surrendering to the ecstasy radiating from my groin.
Penelope has an exceptionally talented mouth, and I’m fighting off my orgasm so one, this won’t end yet, and two, I can get inside her before I explode.
With hands on each side of Penelope’s head, I tug her from my cock. “I want you riding my cock when I blow.”
Scrambling to her feet, she yanks her dress up to her waist and her panties to the floor where she kicks them aside. I back up farther onto the mattress, giving her room to straddle my lap. Gripping my cock, she guides me to her warm, wet entrance and slides down my length like a fireman’s pole. A guttural groan flies from my lips. She starts to move, rolling her pelvis, and my hands grip on to her hips. I’m so familiar with every inch of her body, blindfolded, I could pick her out of a lineup of naked women. Worshipping her sensually curved body with my hands and mouth has become my favorite pastime. But her riding me, with her tits bouncing, mouth slack with pleasure and cheeks flushed pink with passion, is a close second.
As much as I want to pound upward into her, I let her have the reins, leaving control in her hands. Her pace quickens, and my fingers twitch on her hips as I resist the urge to grip and guide. She looks like a fucking goddess riding me with her long, black locks in wild disaray and her golden eyes hooded with desire. It’s an image I’ll never forget. She’s my goddess, my religion, and my life.
She’s nestled on top of me while my fingertips trail up and down her spine. Her cheek is cushioned by my chest while my heart’s steady rhythm drums beneath her ear.
I caress her cheek with my other hand. “Thank you for today.”
“For going to your graduation or the sex?” She smiles.
“Both. But I think you know I was referring to the graduation. It meant so much more because you and our daughter were there to share it with me.”
“You don’t need to thank me for being there. I wouldn’t have been anywhere else. I belong by your side and that’s where I always want to be.”
“Your support is what’s gotten me through the last five years. Your unwavering belief that my dream of being an officer would come to fruition helped me make it through the times when I lost hope.”
“Oh, Cord. No matter how many times I’ve told you that you’re the one who made me believe in love again, I don’t know if you truly believe it. You’re the one who showed me what it means to be loved and cherished. You’re the one who blessed me with a daughter.”
My fingers trace along the elegant shape of her face. “You’re the one who showed me I was worthy of being loved. I’m still not convinced I deserve you, but I’m sure as hell never letting you go.”
She studies my face. “That’s good to know because we’re pregnant,” she says, dropping a bombshell.
My eyebrows jump upward and my eyeballs bulge. “We are?”
She nods, her lips arching into a perfect smile.
I beam back at her, pulling her closer in my arms. “This day just keeps getting better. Jesus, what’s next?”
She rests her chin on my chest and looks up at me with amusement twinkling in her eyes. “We’re having twins.”
THE END
Afterword
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Remy Blake is a male and female author duo, Jacob Chance and Marley Valentine. Pairing up to have some fun, they write steamy, short reads, with insta love/lust, a guaranteed HEA. You can expect twice the debauchery in every book they write.
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