“I know that’s right,” Collins co-signed while wrapping Blossom up in what to me looked like hospital gauze but somehow turned into a baby carrier when it was tied properly. “Because my mama is the best. See you guys later.” She gave us a wave as she walked away.
I watched her go, then turned to Bailey. “Say, I know it’s probably the furthest thing from your mind at this specificmoment, but would you ever consider getting married again?” I had wanted to ask her that question for the longest but never felt that the time was right.
She seemed to ponder the question for a little while before responding. “I’m not anti-marriage. I’m just hyper aware that my marriage to Xander should’ve never taken place. When I look at your mom and dad or my mom and your brother or my sister and . . . your brother”—we both chuckled—“I don’t know. I see the possibilities of what it could be. I see the beauty, the camaraderie, the peace, and the rest that comes with a healthy marriage. I would like to have that. I know not everybody gets that, but I would definitely like it.”
“Felt,” I assured her with a nod of my head.
Later at my house,as soon as Bailey’s back hit the mattress, I spread her legs and licked the center of her pussy like I’d been waiting all day to do. Before I could even process the delicious taste of her, the sound of her small, contented sigh or the smell of her womanly essence, I licked her again.
I was addicted to Bailey. Since the day she gave herself to me in Chicago all I wanted was to be up under her. And when she gave me the pussy? When I had her underneath me? My body went on autopilot, because there was too much I wanted to do to her. Too many emotions running through my body. Too many sensations. Too much need.
I reminded myself to stay in the moment as I slowed my licks down, invading every crevice and nook, searching for her unique sweetness. Lately, the amount of cream I could pull from her and into my mouth had increased which had me even more gone off her than usual. She was killing my entire fly. I used to be out hereon my, “These hos ain’t loyal,” but everything was different with Bailey. Even considering the idea of her being disloyal had me ready to crash the hell out.
My hands wrapped around the circumference of her thighs to hold her in place. She let her hands find their way to my head. She pushed her pelvis forward, grinding against my face and moaning hoarsely. With a stiff tongue, I alternated between moving in and out of her opening and teasing her clit until her moans increased in volume and her hands left my head.
Bailey liked her nipples stimulated during sex and if I was otherwise occupied she would do it herself. So, I knew she was holding her own breasts, massaging her own nipples and the thought had my dick getting harder than it already was. Her thighs quivered and she gyrated on my face. I caught her clit between my lips and sucked. And sucked. And sucked. I pushed her legs open even wider, released her clit, and put my entire mouth up against her. I sucked and slurped, feasting on the nectar that she dropped into my throat.
Her body was practically vibrating, so I knew she was on the edge. I caught her clit once more, nibbling lightly on it until she went over the edge. She thrashed around beneath me, letting out almost more cream than I could swallow.
I moved up her body and easily slid inside.
“Aaaaahhhhh,” she moaned.
Being inside Bailey was like being in the coziest, comfiest home I’d ever known. Her pussy was the trifecta—hot, wet, and tight—but on steroids. It was hotter, wetter, and tighter than any pussy had a right to be, and it drove me crazy every time she allowed me the privilege of sliding inside of her.
Her nails dug into my shoulders and raked down my back. I wasn’t sure if she drew blood or not. I really didn’t give a damn. If that was the price I had to pay to be balls deep in Bailey Kingsley, I was with it.
I pounded into her relentlessly, relishing in the feeling the grip of her pussy created.Sweat coated our bodies as we took and gave in equal measure. My heart pounded in my chest as I filled her, stretching her in ways that made me want to crash out and lean in at the same time. The feeling of claiming her, of making her mine, was heady as hell every single time. Her body shuddered underneath mine and even I trembled from the pleasure.
She was so wet that it took almost every ounce of my concentration to stay inside. “You’re so wet,” I said from behind clenched teeth.
She arched up at me, contracting her vagina, pulling me in deeper and tightening her grip around me all at once. My dick started to throb. That shit felt too good. I drove into her harder and faster. She started coming undone, moaning and whimpering while her tight pussy held me hostage as she ascended. I bit down on her shoulder as my own climax overtook me—a bright white light exploding behind my eyelids and my toes curling. I pushed into her as deeply as I could while my balls drained themselves.
Chapter
Sixteen
Bright
Last Saturdayin September
The dayof the soft opening for the bed and breakfast, Bailey and I went by early so she could do the final walk-through before the guests arrived. She waited for me to walk around the truck and open the door for her. I rewarded her with what was supposed to be a quick kiss on the lips, but once she stuck her tongue in my mouth, it was up. I kissed her deeply, wrapping my hand around her neck lightly as I did so. She moaned in my mouth causing me to involuntarily grip her neck a little harder.
When we broke the kiss, I helped her down from the truck. She intertwined our fingers and we headed toward the stairs. Inside, I low-key marveled at the job she and my crew had done on the place. The paint colors she’d selected along with the finishes really made the new and improved bed and breakfast a showstopper.
“Damn, lil mama,” I commented, doing a three hundred and sixty degree turn in the foyer. “You did ya thing.”
She looked around critically with her nose and her eyebrows scrunched up. “I did. It looks good, but what is that smell?”
I sniffed the air but didn’t smell anything except the scent from the diffusers she’d chosen. “Bergamot?”
“I don’t know, but I don’t like it. It smells rancid. Remind me to replace those diffuser oils.”
We made our way to the kitchen where the chefs she’d hired were hard at work plating the food for the event. It was all small plates and finger-sized dishes meant to provide potential clients a taste of the bed and breakfast’s offerings. She’d hired a few waiters and waitresses from the lodge to walk around with trays of the appetizers.
“Hey, sugars.” Pearlie Mae greeted the two of us with a smile as we weaved our way between the servers who were getting a crash-course on the expectations from Pearlie Mae’s husband, Theo.
“Hey.” Bailey gave her a quick hug.
