I don’t know when it moved from her shoulder to her throat, but when the slightest compression sets her off, I hold on for dear life, roaring through the tight grip of her pussy as it milks me during her umpteenth orgasm.
“Eyes, Macy. Give them to me.”
Obeying my demand immediately frees me from the madness that I’m hurting her emotionally more than physically.She’s strong as fuck, and a tank couldn’t take her down, but that wasn’t always the case. Her vulnerability has been exploited in the past.
It’s my mission to ensure she never experiences anything like that again.
“Good girl,” I praise when her desperation to keep our connection burning sees her guiding the rest of our exchange.
She bounces herself on and off my cock while maintaining eye contact. It’s an intimate exchange, but it is also filthy. I’m gripping her throat and toying with her clit with my other hand while my cock demands every inch of her pussy.
I won’t mention how Macy rolls her hips while riding the wave cresting through her, or I’ll make an embarrassment of myself.
I’m dying to come. So much so, I surrender to the madness before I can remind my cock this isn’t about him. It isn’t even about me. It is about us—Macy and me. Together.
“Fuck,” I grunt as cum fills the lining of my condom.
The throbbing of my cock as it fires off streams of cum sets Macy off again. Her vaginal walls tighten around me as the most beautiful expression crosses her face. She shudders and shakes as my name roars from her throat in a mangled groan.
I can’t stop rocking, fucking, moving my hips. I take and take and take until Macy collapses onto the bed in exhaustion, and my condom is disgustingly full.
My cock slips out of Macy when she crawls up the bedding, desperate to rest her weary head. When she peers back at me, sexually satiated and red-faced, I smile at her. I’m not grinning because she looks thoroughly fucked. It is from her mouth forming anOas she stares at my still-rock-hard cock.
He hasn’t gone down in the slightest. He’s as thick now as he was when I first heard her moan my name, and it isn’t going down for anything…except perhaps that.
My eyes shoot to the baby monitor when a familiar wail sounds through it. It’s the cry of a hungry baby who isn’t due for another feeding until… I check my watch.
Now.
He’s due now.
What the?
Macy’s throaty giggle draws my focus back to her. I have no clue how it ever deviated. God, she’s beautiful. Cute and fierce. Smart and kind. She’s the entire package, and I am incredibly proud to call her mine.
“Two hours not enough for you, Malfoy?”
Her laughter loudens when I wave my hand at my cock, which could take out her eye even from a distance. “Clearly not.”
She makes the situation worse when she murmurs, “Then I guess it’s lucky I called in backup.”
I should hate the way my cock throbs when the familiar drawl of Adeline sounds out of the baby monitor, but I don’t. Adeline makes cooing noises at Mason while the recognizable vibrations of a bottle warmer buzz in the background, but nothing can detract from the visual of Macy’s hungry gaze.
Her eyes are locked on my cock, and although she remains silent, I’m a skilled enough profiler to know her plan of attack.
My girl wants to suck my dick, and I’m the man born to answer her every whim.
EPILOGUE
MACY
The memory of when I almost died eighteen months ago in a blood-soaked alleyway is hazy compared to the memory of Grayson adjusting the tilt of my hips so he could spear his tongue deep inside my soaked pussy. Our X-rated foray in the shower was only hours ago, so I could blame time for the haziness, but that would be a copout. Every day I share with Grayson makes the painful ones less memorable.
You’re meant to get clean in the shower, but our morning ritual is as important to us as ensuring our son always has one of his parents at his beck and call. It also reminds us that living isn’t solely for the people we’re endeavoring to find.
We deserve a life as well.
Now, instead of being devoured by a man who eats pussy like it could sustain him for eternity, I’m sitting cross-legged on the living room floor of our Ravenshoe home, surrounded by a fortress of case files that fortunately missed last night’s applesauce disaster.
