“Fuuuck,” I groaned, watching the tears roll down her cheeks. Her long, dark lashes were wet and matted together as she looked up at me with my dick between her lips. That’s when my hips started to rock forward and back, fucking her mouth and throat.
My free hand fisted her hair, pulling her into my thrusts. She gagged on my cock over and over, but she never tried to pullaway. She wanted to give me what I wanted, and it felt so good that I wanted to take it as long as she was willing.
I continued to bury myself deep until the spasming of her throat pulled me over the edge. My release was strong, despite already coming undone. I shot the first pump of my come in her mouth, but I pulled back after that, pumping my cock and losing the rest on her chin, neck, and tits. I didn’t know how she felt about swallowing my come. I didn’t want to force her to do it if she was against it.
My dick was completely spent and went limp nearly instantly. My head fell forward, and my eyes closed as my labored breathing echoed off the shower walls. My heart felt like it was about to beat out of my chest, and every muscle felt sore and tired.
I couldn’t remember the last time I enjoyed sex so much. After losing my wife, sex wasn’t for fun or love anymore. It was just a bodily need. If I went too long without getting off, my balls hurt too badly to focus on anything else. Eventually, my body would attack in my sleep, coming up with some dream that would only hurt more later, like making me relive memories of my dead wife. It would keep the dream going until I had a wet dream like a fucking teenage kid. So I figured that if there were no escaping it, I’d at least have a few women who could get the job done for me.
I wasn’t ever with them because I wanted them. It wasn’t because the sex was good. It was never anything more than getting a job done and not wanting to do it myself. They were basically a full-service toilet. If my actual toilet had that option programmed in, I’d use it, but unfortunately, man hasn’t invented that yet.
She stood, and I immediately wrapped my arms around her, spun her around so she was standing in the hot stream of water,and I rested my forehead against hers as I used my free hand to wipe my come from her lips and chin.
“Let’s get cleaned up and get into bed. It’s getting late, and we both have an early morning tomorrow.”
She nodded, and I kissed her softly.
I washed up, then stepped out of the shower so she could do the same. While she was finishing up, I went to the bedroom to change the bedding. I stripped the sheets and replaced them with a fresh set from the linen closet. I brought out a new comforter and tossed the sheets into the washer to remove the blood before it had time to set in. She came out of the bathroom, wearing one of my t-shirts, just as I climbed into bed. I watched as she walked across the floor toward me, my gray t-shirt hanging to her mid-thigh. There wasn’t anything beneath, so her hard nipples were prominent as her breasts bounced with her every step. Her hair was wet, hanging around her face, the ends darkening the shirt as they absorbed the dripping water. Her face was free of makeup, but even then she no longer had the look of innocence she once had. I must have washed it away with my come that dripped from her chin.
“Should I go to my room or…”
I lifted the blanket. “Get your ass in this bed,” I demanded.
She smiled widely and climbed in beside me. I wrapped her up in my arms as she rested her head on my chest, and the next thing I knew, I was lost in deep sleep, her body wrapped around mine.
THIRTY-ONE
SASHA
Three months earlier, I never would have imagined that being in a relationship with my ex-brother-in-law would lead to a babysitting job, but I was beyond happy with how things had been going.
After I gave myself to Roman, everything seemed to change around me. He was no longer the angry and bitter man I knew him to be. He wasn’t burying himself in his work like he had been doing since Chloe passed. He maintained a good balance between work and home. He cut back on the overtime, and he made it home every night for dinner. A dinner that the three of us enjoyed together. He became the father that Chloe knew he could be. He and Sophia spent the evening together while I cleaned up the kitchen. They’d watch TV, read, play, or hang out and talk. He tucked her into bed every single night, and then the rest of the evening was spent with just the two of us.
He wasn’t just about sex either. We’d cuddle up on the couch and watch TV. We’d enjoy dessert together. We’d take long soaks in the hot tub where we’d talk while he rubbed my feet. We’d shower together every night. We’d been together long enough that we were starting to have private jokes between us. We were a real couple—we just couldn’t be seen outside of the housetogether. Not unless we wanted everything to come undone, and I couldn’t bear the thought of losing him because, since day one, I’d been falling deeper and deeper in love with him. We’d yet to talk about that, though.
I was in the laundry room folding some towels when I heard the front door open. I assumed it was Monica bringing home Sophia, so I called out, “I’m in the laundry room.”
A moment later, I caught movement from the corner of my eye, and I turned toward the door to see Roman standing there rather than Monica or Sophia.
I smiled.
“Hey, I thought you were one of the girls. What are you doing home early?” I asked, moving toward him with my arms held out. The moment we were close enough, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He kissed me back but broke it off quickly. I was thankful because the girls should have been coming in any minute, and I didn’t want to be in the middle of something when they did.
“I have a surprise for you.”
My brows lifted. “You do?”
He nodded. “I told Monica that I needed to leave town for an impromptu business meeting, and I asked if she could keep Sophia this weekend because I’d already given you the time off for a trip you were planning on taking with some friends.”
I felt my brows furrow. “Why’d you do that?”
He grinned and rolled his eyes. “So it would give us the weekend together. A weekend with no kids, no one to interrupt. We could take a trip, go somewhere people don’t know us, get out of this house, and be a real couple. What do you think?”
I smiled and bounced in his arms, my heart full.
“I love that idea.” I kissed him. “Where are we going?”
“I thought we’d go somewhere warm, somewhere we could lounge on a beach all day.”
