Attainment

tits...mass-tits...massive tits. Fuck! I don’t know what it was called, but it had something to do with her tits. Either way, she had to stop feeding, and I’m not going to lie—thank fuck that she did. My mouth was starting to get nipple-withdrawal.

Licking my lips to moistening them, I wrench down her dress and bra cup, freeing her breast and watching with delight as it bounces beautifully before settling into my hand. The feel of her soft plump flesh within my fingers, triggers my desperation to tease her hardened nipple with my thumb before bending down and taking it into my mouth.

Alexis’ reaction to having her breasts teased, licked, and sucked, is one of sheer fucking enjoyment to watch. Her chest always rises with her desperate intake of oxygen, all the while pushing her flesh further into my hand and mouth—I love it.

Relishing her perked, hardened nipple underneath my tongue, I tease and tantalise it, flicking the stiff peak with intensity before sucking and stretching it with my mouth.

“Oh, God!” she moans while clenching my hair and tugging it with ardour.

That moan, that God damn fucking moan.

Growling like the beast she brings out in me, I reach down, pull her underwear aside, and caress her moist skin with my fingertips. “Alexis, just so you know...” I breathe heavily into her ear. “You were made to be touched with my fingers, licked with my tongue, and fucked with my cock. Hunny, you were made for ME.”

Her head drops back with a light thump against the wall, exposing her delectable neck. “Yes,” she murmurs, her tone sexually intoxicated.

I growl once again before undoing my trousers and releasing my cock, positioning it at her entrance before ploughing the fuck into her. I’m needy, eager, and desperate for her feel, wanting nothing more than to have that privilege without another second wasted.

Now digging my fingertips into the skin of her thigh, and bracing my hand on the wall behind her head, I begin to pound into her.

“Fuck, Bryce,” she breathes out while lifting her head back up.

My eyes lock onto her hungry stare, a stare of raw unconcealed passion that blankets my soul and renders me slave to her every whim, need, and desire.

“Vroom, Bang!” Brayden playfully shouts, snapping me right the fuck out of pussyland and placing me directly into daddyland. I freeze solid, my cock stunned into immobility.

“Don’t you dare stop,” Alexis hisses.

“But Brayden sounds like he’s—“

“Bryce Edward Clark! You came in here, you stalked me like a friggin’ hungry lion, you and your dirty mouth had me all but coming onto your hand, and now you want to stop? Well, screw you! Either you start that cock of yours back up again and make me sink my teeth into your shoulder, or get the fuck out while I finish myself off.”

What. The. Fuck?

I’m speechless, impressed, and completely turned on by her demanding fiery attitude. “You want my cock to start up again?” I tease with an eyebrow raised. My cock twitches, prompting her face to light up with her sexy gorgeous smile.

“Yes,” she demands and rocks her hips back and forth, sliding me in and out of her.

Once again, I feel that sensational build-up of pressure as I brace myself and drag my cock out of her, only to drive it back in, again and again until she is doing what she promised—biting my shoulder and muffling her cries of pleasure.

* * *

“Whose freakin’ idea was this?” Tash exclaims as she steps into the apartment. “I know it’s a first birthday party and all, but seriously...you have gone absolutely overkill with the damn balloons.”

I shrug my shoulders at her, as if to say I had absolutely no part in it when truth be told, I knew all along we were practically filling the joint with helium inflated, latex orbs.

Alexis had decided this was the perfect pay back for Tash’s antics a few weeks back when she had deliberately staged a fake security alert while Alexis took Brayden out shopping. Apparently Tash thought it would be hilarious to pretend Alexis was European Royalty, following her around the shopping precinct like a highly trained bodyguard, except she kept speaking a language that did not exist. Needless to say, Alexis ended up cutting her shopping trip short and has been patiently awaiting her moment of retribution.

“Overkill? Taaaash,” Alexis drawls. “Surely these few balloons are not going to hurt you,” she adds while picking one up.

“Alexis, whatever you are contemplating, don’t!” Tash warns, pointing her finger with a resolute stab. “I mean it, Missy, you come any closer with that balloon and I will lose my shit and haunt you in the afterlife.”

Alexis smiles a devilishly sweet retort and gestures toward the lounge area. “I don’t know what you are talking about. Please, come in and enjoy your afternoon,” she says as she gently serves the balloon in the air and whacks it with her hand—tennis style.

Tash flinches, glares at her, and hesitantly walks past, now in search of Brayden who is playing with his cousin Alexander on the rug.

I wrap my arm around Alexis’ shoulder. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

She tries to restrain her laugh. “You have no idea. And there’s plenty more where that came from.”

“Remind me never to cross you.”

“Don’t cross me. Or you’ll end up in the throes of passion with Krusty the Clown.”

“You’re evil at times, you know that?”

“Sucks to be you and have a phobia.”

“Well, everyone is scared of something, even you.”

Alexis bites the inside of her cheek only momentarily then lets go and answers flippantly. “Nope, not me.”

Leaning in, I whisper into her ear, “I don’t believe you, my love. So guess who is about to dust off his creepy research skills.”

She turns to face me and brushes her lips with mine. “Dust away, Mr. Clark. I know one thing for sure though...you don’t scare me.”

* * *

Before I met Alexis, I was never one to have many gatherings in my home. Sure, I’d invite the boys over for dinner and jam sessions. And Lucy and Nic were always welcome, no matter what day or time. But that was about it, my home was my private space, my sanctuary; kept out of the public eye.

Standing here today, beer in hand, and watching our friends and family enjoy each other’s company, I couldn’t be more comfortably happy. The seclusion I’d once given myself was now gone, never to return. I’d finally found my purpose in life...my purpose, not a charitable cause, or a brotherly responsibility. My purpose was Alexis and the family we have created; they were now my reason for existence.

“Bryce,” Nate’s voice sounds from beside me. “Mum said it’s time for a speech and to cut the cake.”

“Not a problem, buddy. Where’s your sister?”

“Playing Twister. Ha...that rhymes! My sister is playing Twister.”

I can’t help but to laugh at his wit, for a nine year old, the kid is quick. Shit! Did I just rhyme, too?

“Can you go tell Charli it’s time for cake? I just need to have a quick word with your Uncle Jake.”

Before I even have a second to process what I just said, Nate bursts into laughter. “Cake and Jake,” he cackles uncontrollably. “Good one!” Ah bloody hell!

I playfully turn him around and lightly shove him in the direction of Charlotte. “Go, you crazy kid!”

Shaking my newfound Dr Seuss skills out of my head, I find Jake by the pool with Graeme. “Got a minute?” I ask him. “Actually, you both could probably help me.”

“I don’t want her back,” Graeme announces. “She’s yours, you wanted her. You can’t give her back.”