“We’re not making another baby tonight.”
“Says who?”
“Says this IUD I had inserted.”
I frowned, my face morphing into a scowl at the remembrance of the copper hindrance to my impregnating my wife.
“Get it taken out,” I ordered.
“No.” She shook her head at the same time the back of her legs hit the bed.
“Why not?” I demanded.
“Tyler, how many children do we have?”
I lifted my face toward the ceiling. “Here we go.”
“No, answer the question. How many children do we have?”
“Three, Destiny.”
“And how many times have I been pregnant withyourchildren?”
“Once.”
“Exactly. I gave you notone,nottwo,butthreewhole children at one time. And now, you’re begging for another.”
I smirked. “Yes.”
She rolled her eyes again. “See? Incorrigible.”
I growled deep in my throat before cupping her face, bringing her lips to mine. Her lips parted instantly, as they always did when we kissed, because no matter how much she protested or how irredeemable she found me, she still knew who she belonged to. Her body knew, her mind knew, and her soul knew.
I tugged on the drawstring at the back of her dress, releasing it. The top half floated down to her waist and I wasted no time, quickly pushing the offending fabric the rest of the way down, leaving her clad in the silk bra and panty set she wore beneath. I knew the set well. It was a pair I’d purchased for her a few months back. She had made some ridiculous comment about not feeling sexy after giving birth to three children.
“Three is not enough,” I growled, unclasping the bra.
“Tyler.” She let out on a sigh while I pushed her back against the bed, moving over top of her.
“We deserve more babies. Another son or daughter that looks like you with your sharp wit and attitude.” I pressed a kiss to the side of her neck before moving down to her chest, licking the tops of her breasts.
“I don’t have an attitu— Oooh!” Her comment broke off on a moan when I pushed her breasts together and licked them.
I moaned, sounds of satisfaction emerging from the back of my throat as if I was savoring the best meal I’d ever had in my life. Because I was. Nothing tasted better than my wife.
I pulled at her panties, removing them from her legs before spreading them wide to give myself a full view of the prettiest pussy I’d ever had the pleasure of seeing.
“You do have an attitude but I have a remedy for that.” I lowered my body until my mouth was even with her sex.
Destiny’s thighs immediately clamped around the sides of my head but I wasn’t deterred in the least. If anything, I was more turned on. The more aroused she became the more I fucking became. No one sent me into overdrive like my wife could with just a moan or a look.
I lapped at her pussy like a dog who’d been out in the Texas sun all day without any water. It didn’t matter that I’d had her just that morning. Going twelve hours without being inside of her, sometimes felt like the cruelest form of torture.
I inserted my fore and middle fingers into her wet core, and within seconds she was coming from the ministrations of my mouth and fingers.
But I gave her little time to recover, when I made quick work of stripping before moving back to the bed and turning her over so she was on all fours.
“Arch your back for daddy,” I growled, pressing my palm to the center of her back. I began sliding in when her back curved downward, causing her ass to press backward into me.
