You need that pussy, but you ain’t getting some today.
“Only you could make that analogy of a beloved childhood character.”
I think Elizabeth just said something, but I don’t even know what it was because I’m staring at her tits and ass with nefarious intent. Her eyebrows raise once she notices what’s up.
“Uh-uh, Roman, I’ve got to shower and your baby is hungry,” she says with a warning.
“You meanthe babywho’s happily playing with my ears right now? The baby who couldn’t care less about a bottle of milk?”
Knox has some sort of fascination with ears and earrings. Elizabeth can never wear any dangling earrings around him because before you can blink, he’s already tossed one of them clear across the room. On top of being good-natured, good-looking, and smart, my son also seems to be athletically inclined. I see a major baseball or football career in his future.
“Roman.”
“Baby, why don’t I put him in the playpen with a bottle of your gently warmed breastmilk and come take a shower with you.”
“I would love that but my call is in twenty minutes and nothing that the two of us ever starts finishes in twenty minutes. Plus, it’s not a good idea to leave him alone with his bottle. He’s too young. What if he chokes?”
“I don’t think this boy has ever wasted one droplet of your milk. He definitely will not choke on it.”
She turns her lips up at me like I’m being a bad parent.
Hmm, maybe I am.
“Okay, fine,” I bargain. “You know I’m not all about the quickies, but how about I take care of you in under ten minutes? Knox can stay in the room. Problem solved.”
“Roman!”
“What? We did it before.”
“He was six-weeks-old then. He didn’t know what we were doing.”
“And you think he knows what we’re doing now?” I ask incredulously.
“No,” she says emphatically. “We’re not doing it.”
“I’m not asking permission, Duchess.”
My voice drops an octave, and Elizabeth’s eyes widen. It’s been a long time since I’ve made any overt sexual demands of her because we’ve been overwhelmed with our new lives and our new baby, but just when I notice a flicker of desire rise in her eyes, our little puppet master lets out the loudest wail.
“Whaaaaa!”
And then he gives the side of my face a firm whack.
I never thought I would think this about my own flesh and blood, but Knox Masterson truly is a cock blocker, and now that I think about it he’s been that way since the very beginning.
Elizabeth went into labor as I was hitting that swollen, pregnant pussy of hers from the back. Those were good times. She was always horny, and I was a willing participant to satisfy her every need. I was stroking her very carefully, making sure not to cause Knox or her any discomfort, but I also was talking major shit to her that night. Real dirty. She was sopping wet way before I even slipped inside of her. She came twice before I even got a good rhythm going, and I was literally mid-stroke when the contractions began.
At first I panicked, thinking she was contracting because I had gone too deep, but no, it was just Knox making a grand entrance. He was letting me know to get out of the way because he was coming into the world… and I would not becomingat all that night. The more things change, the more they stay the same.
“See? I knew it. He’s hungry.”
“All right, boy. Let’s go get this milk you love so much and watch a littleSesame Street. I’ll play with Mommy another time.”
Elizabeth stands up and gives me a quick peck on the lips.
“Thank you, honey. I can always shower again tonight,” she says with a mischievous grin.
That one statement soothes the selfish part of me for now.
