Page 62 of Rayzor: Tell Me It’s Mine II

“I was worried at first, but now that I laid eyes on you, I’m great.”

I cuffed her ass.

“Good.” I ran my hand through her curls and laid my head back again.

“You rushed out of here so fast. I didn’t wanna call, blowing up your spot.”

I pushed her forward, so her head rested on my collarbone.

“Ain’t no spot to blow up.”

She nodded her head and wrapped her arms around me.

I knew she wanted to know what happened, but I wasn’t even sure how the fuck to explain it. This was all that mattered right now. Her touch was grounding me.

“I love you,” I told her.

“I love you too.”

“Where’s the kids?”

“Both knocked out. They barely finished unpacking.”

“Shit, I’m surprised you’re still up. You were asleep on the way to the house.”

“It’s been an adventurous couple of days. It’s not every day a girl gets married.” She giggled, and I smiled.

“We hadn’t even consummated the marriage in the house yet,” she stated.

I lifted the back of her dress up.

“But we can start in the truck,” I said with my lips against hers.

She didn’t resist or reject as she lifted up, and I ran my hand across her bare ass.

“You walking around bare pussy while my kids in the house?”

“I had just gotten out of the shower a few minutes before you pulled up.”

“That pussy was waiting on daddy, huh?”

“In all honesty, it was. I don’t know what it is, if it’s the pregnancy or this ring on my finger, but I can’t seem to get enough of you.”

She dipped her hand down into my sweats and removed my dick from my boxers.

“Long as you always want it, I always got it.”

She balanced with one hand upon my chest, and with the other, she gripped my dick as she slid down onto it.

I gripped the back of her head, brought her face to mine, and bit into her bottom lip. If I did anything else, I might’ve prematurely busted. That’s just how good my wife’s pussy was, and that mothafucka had some extra seasonings with it since she was pregnant.

“Ride your husband’s dick.”

She let out a moan into my mouth as she rocked back and forth on it.

“Talk nasty to me, daddy.”

I gripped her breast, and she saw my hand. The look of compassion etched her eyes.