I closed the door to our designated bedroom, spun her around, pulled her dress up, and buried myself deep with one thrust and a low groan.
She’s amazing.
No matter how many times I slip inside her, I’m in fucking heaven. Three thrusts, and she came, nearly chewing my hand off. Another five, and I did too. We were gone less than five minutes.
A lot has changed over the past year. Initially, Addie’s mom refused to speak to us when we announced our engagement. Her father, on the other hand, wasn’t at all surprised. He’s been on my side since day one and still is.
After months of no contact, Victoria finally pulled her head out of her ass one fine Sunday morning. She reached out in her own special way—by booking us return flights to Miami. Not one phone call, not a single word of explanation, just plane tickets dropped straight into Addie’s email inbox.
I expected many things to happen that weekend. Rude comments, demands we break it off, threats, even Grant waiting with a ring, but when we arrived at the mansion, Victoria acted as if nothing had happened. She didn’t apologize for ghosting us or explain why, just effortlessly slipped into her role as attentive mother and mother-in-law.
I was pissed off on Addie’s behalf, but after a lengthy late-night conversation, I had to admit it was better this way. Fleshing out the past wouldn’t do us any good, and Addie was so happy to have her mom’s approval I didn’t dare ruin it.
For six months, I wasn’t sure whether Victoria was acting or if she’d gotten over herself and genuinely started to like me. I got confirmation of the latter when we arrived with news of the baby a week after Addie told me.
Victoria does like me. Not only that, but she realized Addie’s better off with me than she ever would be with Grant... even if the fucker is worth a thousand times more.
I had to abandon everything I knew when I married Addie’s father. My role was always the trophy wife. No opinions, no dreams. Just pretty, polite, and helpful, but you... you love her the way she is. That’s rare.
Not that rare when you look at my family, but I guess it’s unusual in the Westons’ world.
No wonder Addie didn’t want to get married...
“What are you doing in there that takes so long?” she shouts from the bed. “I’m falling asleep here. Chop chop!”
Turning the water off, I towel dry, then walk into the bedroom butt naked, my cock twitching when I spot Addie on her back, ready and waiting.
“How long was your nap?” I ask, dropping to my knees at the foot of the bed and filling my hands with her sweet ass.
“Only ten minutes,” she mewls, beyond ready to come.
“That’s not enough. My son needs the rest, and so do you, baby.” I tug her closer to the edge of the bed, maneuvering her legs over my shoulders. “How about I tire you out? Help you get back to sleep. We can heat up the food later?”
Bunching her dress around her waist, I pull her soaked panties aside and dip my head, licking a slow path back to front. “So wet for me,” I whisper, closing my lips on her clit.
She’s oversensitive like she’s already come a few times. It’s been like this for about two months now. Always wet, swollen, and ready for me at a moment’s notice.
It takes less than three minutes of my gentle licks and two fingers pumping in and out until an orgasm runs through her, so potent her thighs shake around my head as she gasps and moans, riding the high while pressing herself against my mouth.
I’ll never get enough of this. Of her. The sweet taste, the breathless moans, the look on her face when she comes.
I grip her underarms, sliding her further up the bed, then crawl over her till we’re eye-level. “Sleep, Addie. You need to rest.”
“No,” she mumbles, eyes closed but hands clasped on my neck to pull me down for a kiss. “It’s your turn.”
“Later.” I kiss her forehead first, then her belly before I tuck her in, pulling the covers up to her chin. “Sleep. I’ll be downstairs if you need me.”
THE END
