“Sit on this dick, baby,” I encouraged.
Obediently, she lifted her ass, aligned her saturated slit with the head of my dick, before sitting down on it.
“Yeah,” I grunted, while I pumped into her from underneath.
Loudly, my balls slapped her ass, while her round cheeks slammed against my thighs.
“Umm,” she moaned, while she wobbled that ass.
Grabbing my hand, she forced me to grip her titty, while she tightened those sugar walls around my dick.
“Ooh, Jahrein,” she crooned, while sensually fucking me.
My toes curled, as I toyed with her nipple.
“Hell, yeah.” I gritted. “Ride this dick. Make daddy bust in this good pussy.”
“Oh, yesss,” she purred. “I want you to soak this pussy. Give me everything.”
The headboard was banging against the wall, despite my best efforts to rig it.
“Oh, shit,” I huffed, as my ass lifted off the mattress, while I pummeled into her gushy pussy.
“Uh, Jahrein!” She screamed, while I beat the pussy up from underneath.
We slammed our hips together, until my back stiffened, and I howled like a wounded dog.
“Fuck!”
“I know.” She collapsed on top of me.
Tenderly, she kissed my lips, while I was still pulsing inside of her.
For several minutes, we exchanged breaths, kissing and caressing each other.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you more,” I swore.
“Daddy.” One of the kids knocked on the door.
Laughing, Raven finally rolled off me.
“Yeah?” I answered, while scooting out of bed. Wasting no time, I grabbed a pair of shorts and stepped into them, before finding one of my T-shirts for Raven.
Knowing our kids all too well, Raven immediately pulled the shirt over her head, right before the bedroom door was pushed open.
Jahrein Junior was carrying the baby, Jahreiah, while our other two, Jhyrah and Jahrae came marching in, right behind them.
“The baby booboo’ed,” Little Jah announced, as he handed his sister to me.
“Mama, I’m hungry,” Jhyrah whined, climbing into bed before I could stop her. Our sex was freshly ingrained into the sheets, but like always, our kids didn’t give us the time or space to change them…or at least pull the comforter over the wet spots.
“Okay. What my baby wants to eat?” Raven asked, like always. She was the most accommodating mama I personally knew. The way she nurtured our kids was the biggest turn-on, as she loved on them in a way that made them feel safe. Which was why she couldn’t pry them off her, in most cases.
“I want waffles,” Jhyrah responded.
“With eggs and bacon,” Little Jah added.
