Her hand reaches to cup my balls, where she rolls and squeezes them as her mouth continues to work my cock. I look down and see a woman who is really into what she’s doing, so much so, that my eyes follow the curve of her other arm when I realize that hand isn’t on me. I look closer and see that her hand has snaked in to the opening of her robe and is stroking her pussy. “Fuck,” I grit out through clenched teeth as my hips surge up into her mouth when it comes down on me. The heat of her mouth and the feel of her throat surrounding me almost take me over the edge. As tempting as it is to shoot off in her mouth, I’ve missed her and I need more.
I grab her under her arms, picking her up and dragging her onto me as I lie back, and she whines in protest. “In your pussy,” I pant, “I need to be in your pussy.” I untie the sash of her robe and move my hands to her hips to rock her wet pussy over my cock.
She rises up on her knees, positioning my cock at her entrance, and then slowly slides herself down on me. The movement makes us both moan loudly. I grab her hair with my hand and pull her to me. Our mouths collide, which helps to keep the moaning down. She rides me hard and fast, gliding all the way up until just the tip is inside before she slams back down on me with a grind and twist of her hips.
My hands leave her hair to grip her hips, my fingertips digging into her flesh, our tongues still tangled with one another’s.
I feel her hand moving between us, and I let go of her mouth to look at her. Her hair is sticking up all over the place from my rough hold on it, and her tits bounce each time she moves. Her eyes are half closed in bliss, but what makes my cock pulse inside of her is the sight of her hand between her legs.
She has one hand planted in the bed next to me while she strokes her clit with the other. “Fuck me,” I groan right as I feel her pussy tighten around my cock.
“I’m coming,” she whispers with a sexy little hitch in her voice as her eyes slide all the way closed and her hand continues to rub her clit furiously from side to side, never slowing her ride on my cock. When her orgasm winds down, she starts to slow her thrusts, but I don’t let her. Instead, I tighten my grip on her hips and use them to move her up and down on my cock. Her clit and my dick glisten with her wetness, and my balls pull up tight at the sight.
“Give me one more, Lauren, and then I’m going to come.” I continue to pound her down onto me by her hips.
“I can’t,” she says breathlessly, now moving with me to grind down against my pubic bone.
“You can and you will. I can feel your pussy getting tighter, wetter, hotter.” I keep slamming into her. My balls are so tight with the need to come, it’s almost painful. “Fingers to your clit. Now, Lauren,” I command as I lean forward and bite her nipple. “Come on my cock like a good girl, and I’ll come in your pussy.” It seems that my woman likes a bossy, dirty mouth, because she whimpers at my words and her pussy clamps down even tighter on my cock.
I thrust up a few more times until she comes again. This time biting her lips to keep from screaming. It’s the last straw for me. I pull her all the way down onto me and explode inside her. I see stars, hell, I may even black out a little as I come harder than I ever have in my life.
Chapter 31
Lauren
The alarm starts to buzz, waking me up. I go to stretch, but I’m wrapped up tight in Austin’s arms. Every morning, we set the alarm for five a.m., so he can leave before the kids get up.
It’s been over two weeks since he made his declaration. In those two weeks, he’s been here every single time I went to spin class to watch the kids. Proving how much he meant what he said, he sticks to our routine, following it to a T. It’s crazy how well he just fits in. It’s like he was always meant to be here.
We end every night by starting out on the couch before slowly making our way upstairs. Every single night, I fall asleep with a smile on my face, and every single morning, I wake up feeling happy. I’m happy.
He’s about to get up and out of bed when Rachel comes running into the room and jumps onto the bed. “Momma, there’s a monster under the bed,” she whispers as she crawls in between Austin and me. My eyes are wide open as I take them in, trying to gauge both of their reactions to this surprise development. I know the kids are used to having Austin around now; it’s just that we haven’t done the whole sleepover thing yet. “Asstin, you the man, go kill it.” Rachel gets under the covers with us. Thank god, we got dressed last night after we finished. When Austin doesn’t move, Rachel looks back at
