“Is that true?” she asks with a tone of disbelief.
“I wasn’t sure at first, but you come when I suck on that nipple not the other.”
“Holy shit,” she breathes.
I drop to my knees again, sink my face into her panty-covered pussy and inhale her delicious scent. “Hmm, I didn’t forget about you, princess.” I lick her through her panties. “You’re the most delicious of them all.”
She looks around the hallway. “Let’s go inside before we give the old couple across the hallway a heart attack.”
I shake my head. “Nope,” I say, running my nose through her. “I’m going to lick your creamy cunt until you come out here, and then I’m going to carry my gorgeous bride inside and make love to her all night.”
My eyes move up and give her a look to suggest we’re doing it my way tonight. We’ve begun to toggle between thehard fucking and more tender lovemaking. I’m a little scared of the hard stuff with the baby, but sometimes Kennedy needs the lunatic fucked out of her, and I’m the man for the job. Rough sex is her form of escapism.
She nods. “Okay.” I know she now enjoys the tender moments as much as she enjoys the rougher ones. Our emotional connection grows by the day.
I continue to lick her over her panties while lifting one of her legs over my shoulder. She leans back on the wall next to her door, succumbing to the sensations.
Pulling her panties to the side, I blow on her most sensitive flesh, and her hips jolt. “Daylen,” she whines, “please touch me.”
I run one finger through her weeping flesh. I love how wet she gets for me. Always.
Sucking that finger into my mouth, I close my eyes in reverence. “Hmm, the flavor of champions. I love the way my superstar wife tastes. Non-superstars don’t taste nearly as good. Neither do non-wives.”
She smiles down at me while running her fingers through my hair. I stare into her eyes as my fingers slowly enter her. I can feel her body contract around me while her pupils dilate and her grip on my hair increases.
I slowly lick through her over and over again. She loves the slow build-up. She shatters so damn explosively when I don’t rush things. I’m just as happy to savor it. Being intimate with her is my favorite thing in the world. I’ve never loved anyone I’ve had sex with until her. It enhances every feeling and every touch.
With my lips now sucking on her sensitive bundle, I look up at her. Her face is flushed, her hair is messy, my jersey sits high on her chest, resting on top of her full tits, and there’s a little bump with our baby inside. All I can think of ismine.My wife.My baby.My everything.
It takes mere minutes before she comes apart on my fingersand mouth. She was a little loud, and the old couple across the hall briefly opened their door, gasped, and then closed it. Kennedy was too absorbed in the pleasure to notice. It’s all part of my plan to get her evicted so she has to move in with me. I mentioned it once, and she said it was too soon, but I want her in my house before that baby comes. The sooner the better.
I pull her panties back into place and pat her pussy over them. Staring straight at it, I whisper, “Good girl. Now Daddy is going to tear you up.”
She places her one lifted leg, now wobbly, back on the ground before grabbing my shirt and aggressively pulling me into her apartment.
As soon as the door closes, she crashes her mouth to mine. Our lips and tongues explode in a lust-driven marriage, as our hands equally explore one another at a feverish pace. It’s like we can’t get close enough.
My hands ride up the silky-soft skin of her body and cup her breasts hard, but not as hard as normal. I want passionate lovemaking, not a rough and tough fuck fest. As soon as my fingers find her nipples, they harden, and she moans into my mouth. Her tits are deliciously sensitive.
She rocks her hips, running her now-dampened panties over my hardness. I can feel her heat even through my sweatpants. She’s always on fire.
My dick throbs with the need to be surrounded by her warmth. She frantically pulls at my sweatpants until they’re around my ankles, mumbling into my mouth, “Get inside me. I need you so badly.”
She purposefully falls back onto the floor next to her door, pulling me with her until I’m situated between her legs. She reaches down, slides her panties to the side again, and places my tip at her entrance.
“Now, Daylen. Now,” she pleads.
In one fast, powerful drive, I’m home. Deep inside my wife, where everything is perfect.For now.
THIRTY-ONE
DAYLEN
It’s early morning, and I left Kennedy peacefully sleeping in her bed with a note that I needed to get home to BJ. Chef Benny had a family obligation last night and couldn’t stay over. I didn’t want to miss out on being with Kennedy, but I need to get home to my other girl.
I’m sure Kennedy has a million team obligations today anyway. She’s going to be all over the place with her magical championship-winning dunk and the franchise bringing home the trophy. I’m excited about all the attention they’re about to receive. It’s well-deserved. Those girls work their asses off.
I’m smiling, thinking of all the love she and her teammates are going to get from this often-fickle city, so I don’t see anyone hiding as I approach my front door.
