“You like constructured things.”
Ryan, Devon, and Rory’s phones began beeping before anyone corrected Axel.
“We have to go,” Ryan announced. “Mom said it’s a school night, so we can’t stay any longer.”
It was just as well. He was tired of Axel’s shade, so he left the little motherfucker with his idol and walked his cousins to the door.
Smoke pouring from his nostrils, Christopher took his cigarette between his fingertips and surged into Megan, caressing her pretty ass cheek with his free hand. The rush of nicotine combined with Megan’s cries energized him.
He drew on his cigarette again, halted his hips, then leaned over and flicked away ashes, his cock throbbing inside her hot pussy. She clenched her juicy walls and pleasure tingled the base of his spine.
Ass in the air, she leaned forward and rested her head on the bed, allowing him to have a deeper angle. He slammed into her and grunted. She moaned.
Finished with the cigarette, he tamped it out and threw the butt in the ashtray, then dug his fingers into her hips and pounded her. Unable to hold back, he burst inside her, coming so hard and deep, his fucking knees buckled and he fell beside her.
She was kneeling on the edge and he didn’t want her to topple over, so he put an arm around her waist and drew her close, kissing her with all the love always bottled inside of him just for her.
Unable to get enough of her sweetness,neverable to do so, he trailed his lips down the delicate column of her neck to her hardened nipples, worshipping them with his tongue and running a finger down her belly to her center. He thumbed her clit, slid his fingers in her slippery channel, still latched onto hernipple, until her breathing hitched and her pussy grinds grew wilder.
He brought his mouth to her ear. “Come for me, Megan,” he ordered, biting her lobe, and finger fucking her.
She tipped her head back and parted her lips. He never passed up the opportunity to kiss her. Covering her mouth with his, he absorbed her cries and rolled onto her, slipping his cock into her as she fell apart.
She screamed, gasped, shook, and her eyes rolled back, but he didn’t stop fucking her, though he gentled his thrusts, even more satisfied when they came together.
A few minutes later, they were under the covers and wrapped in each other’s arms, savoring their kisses.
“I ain’t ever gettin’ enough of you lovin’ on me, baby,” he murmured, rubbing his nose against hers. “Of youlovin’me.”
Smiling, she caressed his jaw, the adoration in her eyes a look he thought he’d lost forever. “I will never stop loving you, Christopher. You’re the best husband, the best father, simplythe besteverything.”
He thought of Rebel and sighed.
“What?”
Running his fingers through her silky hair, he sighed again and told her about his run-in with their girl.
Laying in the crook of her husband’s arm, Meggie listened to him, picking out all the inherent flaws in both his confrontation with Rebel and his defensive retelling.
“Say something,” he said when he finally went silent. “Tell me how the fuck to reach her.”
“First, you need to back off her and Diesel.”
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“Fuck no!” Christopher exploded right on cue. “That ain’t ever fuckin’ happenin’. No fuckin’ way. No fuckin’ how. How about I chop that motherfucker up sooner rather than later? Then they ain’t gettin’ you ontheirfuckin’ side.”
“You cannot kill Diesel, Christopher. Especially just to teach Rebel a lesson.”
“I can do any fuckin’ thing I want. He my club member and she my daughter. I ain’t able to add that motherfucker also my son cuz that’s just too fuckin’ fucked up.”
Meggie agreed, though she kept that sentiment to herself. “Your daughter’s growing up,” she said gently. “Whether you like it or not.”
“I will fuckin’killDiesel before I ever allow that motherfucker to be with Rebel. I ain’t givin’ a good fuck if she eighteen or eighty.”
