Maybe someday I would reach out... but I didn’t see that happening any time soon.
Probably never.
I was shaking my head at the crap my child would never have.
But then... I was smiling because my child had aunts and uncles in abundance. He or she was going to be just fine.
I had just unloaded the groceries in my car, returned the buggy, and climbed in when my phone rang.
I grinned.
Then I answered it, “Hello?”
“Hello? Baby girl. Fucking hello?” he growled.
I smiled, “Yes, husband. That is usually a proper greeting.”
“Kimber Adams, where are you?” he asked in a low tone.
I was still smiling, “Damn, but that sounds so good.”
“Kimber!” he snapped.
I stayed silent.
“Oh. You want to have your ass spanked. Is that it?” he asked in that low tone again.
I stayed silent again.
“You went to the store. You loaded groceries into your car by yourself. Didn’t you?”
“Maybe,” I said.
“Ass. Home. Now.” He growled.
I got my ass home.
I also planted my ass on our couch while he unloaded the groceries.
I further kept my ass planted on the couch while he put the groceries away.
Then I waited.
And just like with my man, I didn’t have to wait long.
I sat there as I watched him stalk toward me, a predator’s grin on his face.
By the time he was done... my ass was painted red.
I fucking loved it.
Precum came out of the tip of his cock.
I bent my neck and licked it off.
He growled.
I moaned.
