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– LYNN –

I roll my shoulders and brace my tired old body out of bed. My energy level isn’t what it used to be, and to recharge I take a nap…a siesta. One letter different than fiesta, Spanish for party hard…well, something similar. Whatever, it sounds nicer and let’s face it, a little shut-eye works wonders for the mind as well as the body.

Yesterday we set things in motion and I did think we should dive in and think later, but in the end we decided it was best to plan a little more. Hence the reason we took a day, and it also gave me time to spend with the kids, as well as chat with some of the old ladies.

Most of the second generation of Broken Deeds have an old lady, kids, and are a well-oiled machine when it comes to balancing it all. Hell, I’m practically obsolete. My foot stops mid-air and then I bark out a laugh. Yeah, that’ll never happen. Even when I’m dead and gone they will still remember me at every turn. I raised them right, and forever left my mark on this fucked-up world.

“Coffee?” I hear my old man rumble from behind me.

Talk about raising ’em right. I smile as I take the large mug from him and take a few sips before I lean back against the counter. My man is wearing gray sweatpants low on his hips. He might not be showing abs the way he did when I met him, but damn he still looks fine.

Most of his skin is covered with tattoos, and he has scars from different kinds of injuries. He still works out, not as much as he used to, and is in good shape. I sigh in delight and love the way his body still manages to affect mine.

“Something you want or need, love?” his rumble is filled with the lust seeping into his eyes.

My nipples are tenting the fabric of my shirt, and I’m not liking the feeling. Grabbing the hem of the shirt I slept in, I pull it over my head and am naked in one go.

“I was about to take a shower. Not gonna share ’cause the space is too small and shit gets too slippery. You could fuck me from behind, easy cleanup after.” My body shivers due to a tingle of lust shooting through me at the thought.

Deeds shoves his pants down and kicks them away. Reaching down, he fists his thick cock and slowly pumps it up and down. We might not dive into bed, fuck in a frenzy, and go at it for hours, or do several rounds, but at least we’re still capable of having sex.

“You always like taking my cock from behind, don’t you?” he croons and steps closer.

There’s no need to reply, with him there never is. He takes my hips in his hands and slowly turns me to face the mirror. Roughness is something saved within his voice, his words, the way his cock fills me up.

I stare at my husband, my old man, my mate, my partner, the love of my life, through the mirror as his attention is on my ass. The heat in his gaze is just as scorching as it’s been over the years. He licks the palm of his hands and drops it down to wet his hard length. A gasp rips from me when I feel the thick blunt tip of his cock slide through my folds.

With short thrusts he breaches my pussy, filling me up as I close my eyes to relish in the feel of him. One of his hands glides over my belly and down to settle between my legs. The tip of his finger teases my clit while he bends forward and places his mouth right next to my ear.

“My pussycastle. Wet, hot, and only wanting my cock to come quench your orgasm with my cum.” His words make me squeeze my pussy’s walls around his cock.

I should defy him, but the truth is…he’s the king of my pussycastle, and we both know it.

He groans and I feel it vibrate against my back. I’m surrounded by him and it’s still the most overwhelming feeling only he gives me. The love, the craving, the lust, and the adoration. Something taken for granted yet treasured beyond belief. His eyes find mine in the mirror while at the same time he pinches my clit. Fuck. This feeling.

I close my eyes and surrender to the bliss. Deeds mutters a curse, grabs my hips and slides in and out two more times before rooting deep and hold to groan out in pleasure. Hot pulses explode inside me, and it gives me an extra thrill.

My heart feels as if it’s set to explode any damn minute, and my lungs burn as I fight for my next breath. Deeds struggles just as hard with his body as he collapses on top of me.

“Need. Space,” I grunt. “My tits are squashed between the counter.”

The man chuckles and raises his upper body, taking me along with him.

He tries to shove his cock a little deeper, but it’s already soft and slides out when he again states, “This is still my pussycastle.”

I feel the cum sliding down my legs and know I’ll be having multiple showers these upcoming days to prevent said pussycastle from stinking. “Then why treat it like a cumbucket.”

His bark of laughter bounces off the wall as he smacks my ass. “I fucking love you.”

“Yeah, yeah, pretty words given in an afterglow to let someone else do the cleaning isn’t charming me for shit,” I grumble as I turn on the shower.

He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me close for a kiss. My eyes fall shut again on their own accord and the rush of pleasure flows through me again like the fuel of life itself. Maybe having the right partner by your side decade after decade is the secret of a happy life? Who knows. It might also just be my perfect ninja move to dodge bullets.