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Jaxon

“B aby,” I mumble as I watch her swallow my cock, her fist moving up and down with it. “Get up here,” I instruct her and she just shakes her head side to side. “You get up here, or I am going to take over and then you’ll be pissed.”

“You haven’t let me do anything,” she pouts, moving up.

I grab her arm as she straddles me, reaching between us to position my cock before she slides down on me.

Her soaked pussy is already leaking down my balls as she moves her hips and comes to kiss me.

My hand kneads her ass as she moves up and down on me.

“I feel so…” She leans back. “So—” She comes on my cock.

“Full.” I let her ride out her orgasm before I pull her up and off my cock, throwing her on her back.

“Spread your legs for me. I’m going to eat that pussy, then I’m going to fuck it until you beg me to stop.

” My mouth lands down on her pussy as I suck her clit and then bite down on it.

Her hips buck. “So ripe,” I tell her as I slide two fingers inside of her, and she opens her legs even more.

“Fuck, this pussy.” I flick her clit as my fingers fuck her.

“Sucks me in every single time,” I state, curling my fingers up and she comes with two strokes.

“Jaxon,” she hisses my name. “I’m going to come again,” she says like I don’t know, like she didn’t come a couple of minutes ago. “Need your cock this time.”

“You’ll get it after you come on my fingers,” I tell her, feeling the tightness around my fingers.

“Tastes like heaven.” I lap her juices. “After I make you come with my fingers”—her legs close around my ears—“I want you face down and your ass up.” She groans as she moans out her release, and I flip her over to her stomach.

She lies there like a limp noodle. “Time for me to come.” I pick up her hips and ram into her.

“Play with your clit, baby,” I instruct her and she extends one hand in front of her as she holds the sheet in her fisted hand, while she moves the other one between us.

“You’re so deep like this.” She arches her back. “I don’t think I can take much more.”

“Yes, you can,” I grit between clenched teeth as I slam into her over and over again. Her pussy is so wet that it drips down my balls. “You’ll take my cock any way I want to give it to you.”

“Yes! Just”—she looks over her shoulder—“like that.”

I slam to the root of me, my balls slapping her clit as we both come. “Your pussy is sucking the cum right out of me. Taking it all.”

“Yes,” she pants, “I want it all. Everything you have to give to me, I’ll take it.” She collapses on her stomach. “But that’s it for a while.”

I slap her ass before I pull out of her and her pussy tightens once before letting me go. “I’m going to wait for you here,” she tells me as she grabs a pillow.

I laugh at her as I walk back to the bathroom. “I was trying to nap.” I look over my shoulder at her. “You were the one who started playing with my dick.”

“Okay, well, now I think we both nap. You need to put boxers on or something.”

“We tried that the second time!” I shout and turn on the water.

We’ve spent the day making up for lost time.

Each time we were done with a round, we would go to our separate corners, but then one touch from the other person and it would be on.

We went downstairs and I ended up eating some of the frosting from her cakes right from her pussy before I bent her over and fucked her.

Then we went to take a shower, each of us watching the other wash themselves.

That ended with me fucking the shit out of her mouth and then having her riding the shit out of my cock, reverse cowgirl.

Just thinking about it, my cock stirs. “Baby, you need a rag.”

“I’m sleeping in the guest room,” she mumbles, and when I walk out with a rag, she’s still lying down in the same spot I left her in.

“If you think I’m letting you out of my sight…” I walk over and move her leg over, ready to clean her.

“Jaxon,” she hisses, thinking that I’m about to slide inside of her, “your dick is going to be missing skin soon.”

“I was going to clean you.” I hold up the wet rag in my hand and she gawks at me.

“I got it.” She grabs the rag from me and I watch her open her legs. “This shouldn’t excite you the way it does,” she hisses at me, as she tosses the rag back to me, getting under the covers. “Now, let me nap.”

“Okay.” I toss the rag to the side and slide into bed with her, grabbing her around her waist and pulling her to me.

“I need to sleep,” she groans out.

“I know, but I wanted to talk to you about something,” I tell her and she turns in my arms to face me. “You’re beautiful. Have I told you how beautiful you are today?”

“Yes,” she says softly, “you always tell me. But you especially told me today.” She smiles up at me.

“I’m going to tell you that every single day, and when our daughter is here”—I smile—“I’m going to want her to remember I always told her mom she was beautiful and I loved her every single day.”

“What if it’s a boy?” she asks me.

“I want him to remember I told him how proud I was of him and I loved him.” I smirk. “Also, take care of your mom.”

“What?” she shrieks out.

“Well, when I go away on the road, he has to know that he has to take care of you.” She pushes me away from her, but I pull her back to me. “I can’t wait to find out what we are having.”

“So I guess you want to find out?”

“I do,” I answer her. “Do you not want to know?”

“I thought I did,” she says softly, kissing my chest and then looking back up at me, “but then I thought about it more. I don’t really care if it’s a boy or a girl.

I just care if the baby is healthy.” She smiles.

“I care that he or she has ten fingers and ten toes. I care that it’s a smooth and easy labor,” she adds.

“It’s kind of fitting, don’t you think, us waiting?

It was a surprise pregnancy.” She laughs.

“Might as well be ‘surprise, it’s a boy!’ or ‘surprise, it’s a girl! ’”

“Then we’ll wait,” I tell her and pull her close to me. Inhaling her scent and finally, for the first time in a week, feeling like I can breathe. “You’re right, it doesn’t matter what it is.”

“And besides, I’ve been looking at some decorations for the nursery.”

“Oh yeah?” I respond as her voice gets animated and I know she’s excited.

“I have. I even have a board I started last week.”

“I want you to show me,” I urge her and get excited. “Where is it? Can I go get it?” I ask her and she smiles.

“It’s on my laptop.” I get out of bed, grabbing a pair of shorts and rushing down the steps. I can hear her laughing the whole time. I grab it and then run back into the room, and she’s sitting up in bed. Her face that looked exhausted now looks awake.

“Okay, so this is very, very basic.” She opens her laptop. “Because I wanted us to choose a couple of things together, but…” She turns it to me and I see the mock-up room she made. “The crib is a bleached wood, so it can be for a boy or girl. Which is good for the next one.”

“The next one.” I wink at her. “I like the sound of that.”

She rolls her eyes at me before continuing what she was going to say.

“Then I was thinking a cream plush rug in the middle of the room. The walls can be painted a soft ecru, and if it’s a boy, I was thinking of having someone come in and paint his name in the middle of it in a soft baby blue, and a soft pink if it’s a girl.

I love this oversized, what looks like a couch, but is actually a rocking chair and it comes with the matching ottoman.

It’s very neutral but you can add a blue or pink blanket on it.

We can also put some soft mint-colored things.

I just figure the baby isn’t really going to know what his room looks like or care, for that matter.

When he or she gets to be two and we know what they like, we can change it accordingly. ”

“I think it’s perfect,” I compliment her.

“Is it crazy I can picture you sitting in that chair with the baby on your chest, and me coming home from a game to find the two of you?” I say the vision as if it was always there.

I look at the computer, then back at her.

“The team is having family skate next week,” I tell her and she looks over at me as she turns in my arms, “and I want you to come with me.”

“Well, yeah, obviously.” She buries her face in my neck, kissing me as I continue to stare at the room I am going to make sure comes to life exactly the way it is in her vision.

“I have to go out and buy jeans, but I think I’ll be good.

” I close the laptop and lie back down in the bed once I place it on the side table.

She follows me down and puts her hand on my chest, and then places her chin on it to look up at me.

“You went shopping yesterday,” I remind her.

“I went out with Zoey and ended up at Gabriella’s crying about you, stupid jerkface.” She looks up at me, her chin on her hand. “So there was no shopping done. But my aunt is on the hunt for clothes for me, so I should have something this week.”

“You cried?” I whisper and drag her up on my body so she’s lying on me and face-to-face. “I’m sorry I was a jerkface.”

“I’m sorry you were a jerkface also,” she jokes and I kiss her lips. “Now I have to sleep.” She puts her head on my shoulder and we both fall asleep.

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“Baby, are you almost done in there?” I grab the black team hoodie off the hanger, putting it on before I walk out to the bathroom.

“How is this?” She asks me, turning from the sink. Her hair is on the top of her head in a ponytail, soft ringlets are loose at her ears. She’s wearing black baggy jeans with a white tank top and a beige jacket. “I’ll put your jersey on when I get there,” she says and I smile at her.

“You look so fucking sexy.” I lean against the doorjamb, watching her.

“I’m literally covered from head to toe.” She looks down, rolling the sleeves of her jacket with big gold buttons.

“I know, which makes it even sexier since I know that not too long ago, I titty-fucked you and came in your mouth.” I stand up. “I’m going to fuck you on that counter if we don’t get the fuck out of here.”

“Don’t tempt me with a good time,” she retorts, smirking at me as I slide my hand in hers, “and then we can just stay home, and I can eat a Bundt cake off your cock.” She winks at me and I shake my head, walking into the garage and pressing the button to open the garage door.

“I think we need a new house,” I state. “Like, I love this house, but I think we need something with a yard.”

“Oh yeah?” She gets into the SUV and waits for me. “Why do you say that?”

“Because I loved playing in the yard when I was younger,” I tell her. “My father chasing me, it was everything. The tree house that he had built.”

“That tree house was the bomb,” she remembers, reaching over and grabbing my hand. “I like the neighborhood Zoey is in.”

“So I’ll call the realtor.”

“Just like that?” she asks me.

“Just like that,” I confirm. “We also have to think about announcing on social media that I’m having a baby.”

“I know. If you want, Gabriella can take photos of us and we can post it next week on your page.”

“Set it up,” I tell her and she looks at me shocked. “What’s wrong with you?”

“You’ve never posted with a girl on your social media, and now you’re all ‘let’s hard launch my girlfriend and my kid.’” I bring her hand to my mouth and kiss her fingers.

“I think there was a picture of Tiffany on there she made me post.” I look over at her. “But I am not sure. If it’s there, I’ll delete it, but I know we went to a couple events and stuff.”

“Jaxon,” she says, “I know you were with her, so I don’t care.”

“I care,” I declare as I pull into the underground parking lot. “People might search my name and her picture will be there.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have been with a psycho.” She winks at me. “Kidding, it’s going to be okay.”

“Promise?” I look over at her.

“Absolutely”—she laughs—“not.” She laughs even louder. “You might have to explain it to our kids though.”

“Great.” I park and turn off the SUV as I wait for her behind the truck, sliding my hand with hers as a couple of the players arrive.

“Guys, this is my girlfriend, Ariella,” I introduce her with a smile on my face and one on hers as she shakes hands with the guys. “Her father is Ralph Weber,” I add so they know she’s been family for a while.

“No way,” one of the guys says, “he scouted me from my school.”

“No way,” she replies and all I can do is look down at her. “I’ll tell him I saw you.”

“We should take a picture,” he suggests and I side-eye him. “I won’t post it on social media.”

“I don’t care about that, but if you think you’re taking a selfie with my girl, you have another think coming,” I tell him and he laughs.

“She can be in the middle, and make sure that your arm is hovering above her and not touching her. I would hate to have to break your hand and have you out of the game,” he offers me as he takes a picture of us with my arm around her shoulders, pulled up against me. He isn’t even touching her.

“I’ll send it to him,” he says, walking away, shaking his head the whole time.

“Ready to hit the ice?” I ask her and she nods at me.

“Will you hold my hand?” she asks me, standing in front of me and I pull her to me, my hand going to her ass. “Don’t you dare,” she warns, but I squeeze it anyway since I know no one is around.

“Fine,” I hiss out, “let’s get our skate on.” I look over at her and she side-eyes me. “And get my name on you.”