A door slams and all eyes turn toward Gus and Ana who have just come out of the disabled bathrooms holding hands and to the left of them Kaia has straddled Judge’s lap and is currently running her hands all over his bald head. My gaze flicks back to Mira who winks at me all saucily before giggling and spinning away again.
“What in the fuck is going on with everyone? Valentine's Day isn’t usually this horny, is it?” Marx asks, looking bewildered. Shocking really given that before the women turned up public fucking was the norm.
“How would we know? We’ve never really celebrated one before.” Switch shrugs.
“Um, Marx, can I please speak to you privately in my office, please?” Lovely says in her sweet voice.
“What office, sweetness?” Marx asks, considerably less grumpy than usual.
“Oh. Marvin there said we could borrow his office. It’s very,very,important.” She winks at him in a saucy manner as well and I’m starting to think the saucy winks are catching.
“Look after my beer,” Pres growls as he follows after his woman.
Speaking of, I watch as mine saunters toward me, her hips swinging a little more than usual, her tight pants looking phenomenal and accentuating those thick thighs. She gets as close as she possibly can without stepping on my toes, leaning in and smacking a passionate kiss to my lips, a little moan for my ears only slipping out.
“I need you,” she whimpers.
My brows fly up to my hairline as she slaps a Polaroid to my chest, takes my hand and leads me toward the bathroom that a scrawny little guy and his wife have just vacated.
“Babe?” I ask, fumbling with the Polaroid, wanting to see what the hell has got her all fired up.
Turning the picture over my eyes bug out at the sight of myself, oiled to within an inch of my life, on my knees on a bed, thighs spread wide, hands behind my head, thick torso tensed just enough to see the outline of the abs I don’t really have.
I stumble after Mira into the surprisingly clean bathroom, a Polaroid clutched in my fist. “Did you, um, did you like my picture?” I ask, sounding like a fucking shy school boy talking to his first crush.
“Like it?” Mira asks in a shrill voice as she locks the door behind us. “I more than liked it.”
I grip her ass as I draw her into me, my hard cock poking her soft belly, “Yeah? Tell me how much you liked it?”
“I liked it so much that it makes me -” she takes a deep breath, lets it out and says the filthiest words that have ever come out of my non-cursing woman’s mouth, “it makes me want to call you daddy and take that cock like a good girl.”
Well, who am I to argue at what my woman wants?
Chapter 14
Marx
“Lovely? Is everything OK, sweetheart? Is it little Bee?” My pulse starts to race a little as my woman says nothing as she shuts the door and leans her back against it.
Her tiny hands are balled into fists at her sides, her face is flushed and her perfect tits heave beneath her cute little tank top under her leather cut with my name on it.
“Take off your pants.”
My brows hit my hairline and I gape at my woman’s demand. She smiles her sweet smile, the one that I’m lucky enough to wake up to every fucking morning as she slowly walks toward me.
“Johnny. Take. Off. Your. Pants.”
My hands find my buckle before I can even think to ask my woman if she is OK. The zipper is undone in no time, and mycock is hard as fucking rock, pointing directly at my woman as she slowly lowers herself to her knees.
“Baby, no, you don’t have to do that, you know I don’t care I just want you to be -” My breath hisses as Lovely’s tongue runs up the underside of my cock.
I’m so fucking turned on and confused and concerned for my woman. There is a reason that she doesn’t do this, and it’s one I am comfortable with. I’m comfortable with what Lovely calls her limitations, never wanting her to do something she doesn't want to do. Except, here and now, it seems that she wants to have my cock in her mouth.
She pulls off my length with a pop, looking up at me with her large, dark eyes. “I’m OK, Johnny. I want to do this. Ineedto do this. For my man. For my handsome-” she gives me a lick, “sexy,” a kiss to my crown, “man.” With that she takes a little more of me in my mouth, working my base with her hands.
My hands grip the desk I’m resting my ass against, taking in my woman on her knees. My beautiful, sexy, brave and fucking strong woman.
“Baby, I need you, so much, please,” I beg of her, the only person I have ever begged.
