Cupid Get's Struck - Page 41

“Someone in a mood today?” she asks, leaning up against the doorframe of the freshly painted home we’re almost done building. A few more touches here and there and this place will be on the market. Not long though. There has already been a bidding war on the homes we’re throwing up in the new subdivision. We can't build them fast enough. LR Construction has exploded over the last five years.

She licks those plump lips as she gives me a coy smile. I’m guessing she already knows the answer to the question. Hell, anyone who came within a fucking mile knew I was in a mood today. I tried to hide it the best I could this morning, but my wife can always read me. There is no hiding shit from her.

She has a house full of our kids to worry about. She doesn't need me acting like a brat to add to it. Because it’s what I’ve been doing. I’m acting like a spoiled kid whose favorite toy was taken from him. I know it. It’s why I tried to hide that shit, but here my wife is. Like always, here to make sure I have everything I need.

I should tell her I’m fine, to go home and take a nap or something, but that’s not what I do. I don’t answer her question and instead clear the distance between us, easily picking her up. It’s lucky I’m already in the bedroom. I kick closed the door, not giving two shits if I put a dent in it. I’ll replace it.

When her back softly hits the wall she lets out a laugh that I quickly cut off with my mouth. My dick grows harder, enjoying the feel of her laughter against my body as it turns into a sweet moan. “Gotta get her out of our bed,” I rumble against my wife’s mouth.

Our youngest little girl has made a habit out of crawling into our bed. That means I can't wake my wife how I like to—with my face between her lush thighs making her cum against my mouth before I slide deep inside of her.

It’s been over two days since I’ve tasted her pussy or been inside of her tight cunt, and I’m like a trapped bull in a cage at this point. The only time she and I aren't all over each other is when we’re under doctor’s orders. I think the reason I don’t get so worked up then is because I know it’s about what’s best for her.

She is already cooking up our fifth. After our little girl, she gave us twin boys followed but another girl. Thank god this one is going to be a boy. I need more men in the house because our little girls look way too much like their mama. I’ll need all the help I can get.

“Gotta taste you,” I tell her as I grind my cock into her. She lets out a load moan. That has me stilling. My body tenses.

“I told Mike to send them to lunch,” she rushes to say. She knows I wouldn't like anyone hearing those sweet sounds coming from her mouth. All of that belongs to me. When it comes to sharing my wife, I know I can be a bastard. Except when it comes to our kids, but they are an extension of her. We made them together and they’re always the exception to the rule. It’s why I was in the mood I was in, because when our little girl crawled into bed wanting her mommy to hold her, I couldn't say no. I picked her up and put her right in the center of the bed between us.

“Smart girl. Wouldn't want to have to spank your ass before I got my taste,” I warn her.

“As much as I love you spanking my ass I need your mouth now.” I look into her eyes and see the same need I’m feeling. She’s just different about showing hers. Where I come in here to work and can beat the shit out of things, she smiles on worrying about everyone else.

“I got you,” I tell her, kissing her again as I reach under her too-short dress to pull her panties from her. I remind myself to make sure to find this dress later and toss it or hide it until she doesn't have a baby bump that makes the damn thing ride up, showing too much leg for my liking.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter when I feel her completely bare under the dress. I really should spank her ass right now, but first I need to taste her. Not just for me but now for her. I should have known she was aching as bad as I was.

I fall to my knees in front of her. “Hold it up for me,” I command. She reaches down, spreading her legs before lifting the dress to bare her pussy and small baby bump. I fight my belt, needing to free my cock as I lean in to get my taste of her. Something about seeing the small baby bump I put there and her pussy bare for my taking pushes me on harder.

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