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REED

I hate kids. I fucking hate them. Most of them, anyway. Particularly the ones who don’t belong to me.

My day is a disaster. I gave up my valuable time as a lawyer to attend my first game as the coach for Bryce’s soccer team at the community center, and it sure as shit will be the last time.

I’ve been spat on, cried on. I’ve had other people’s children think it’s acceptable to use my sweatpants as a tissue for their snotty noses, and worse, one child actually puked on my sneakers. If the little chump hadn’t eaten so much candy before warming up on the soccer field I recently invested in, then this never would have occurred. But no, he seems to think he knows better, so much so he gave me the finger when I pointed out it wasn’t wise to eat candy before warming up.

I surmised he’d figure it out the hard way, but what I didn’t count on was him figuring it out the hard way and it ending up on my sneakers.

To top it off, Bubbles took a shit on the sideline, and a kid slipped in it. Somehow, it’s apparently my fault, and some woman who claimed to be the child’s mother, despite looking old enough to be their grandmother, started wagging her finger in my face while blowing out puffs of smoke at me. When I pointed out she can’t have marijuana around the kids, she produced a slip of paper that looked like a child wrote it, claiming she was taking it for medicinal purposes. Medicinal, my ass. Besides, it doesn’t mean it’s okay to have it around the kids.

The past few months have seen an influx of parents taking a newfound interest in the game, which added to my anxiety, and when I noticed their phones pointed in my direction, that made me cringe all the more.

I’m going to be the laughingstock at the office when the guys see the shit I’m having to deal with.

The new buildings I’ve provided for the center have helped with my willingness to coach, especially the specially designed breakroom that was much needed for the staff and volunteers, which has doubled in numbers in recent weeks.

The bug spray Gia gave me doesn’t work. I’ve literally created a circle of doom around me with it, and to top it all off, I triggered some poor kid’s asthmatic issue, and the next thing I knew, the game was being cut short all because of one little kid’s inability to breathe through some bug spray.

When Bryce told me he had the best game ever, it made it all worthwhile, but then he followed it up with that he’d never laughed so much in his entire life at how hopeless I am. I wanted to kick his legs from under him, despite me normally liking him.

“Maybe it wasn’t as bad as you think?” Gia chews on her bottom lip as I sit on the edge of the bed feeling nothing short of traumatized.

“It was awful, Gia. Kids are pricks, even the girls.” I throw myself back against the mattress dramatically.

She snorts on a laugh, and I glare at her, and she tries but fails to make her face serious.

“We didn’t even get as far as the game. It was canceled before we finished the warm-up session.” I exhale.

“Will a blow job make you feel better?” she asks, and this draws my attention in a positive way, so I lift my head.

“Do you have some milk left too?”

She shakes her head. “Nope. Your son drained me.”

My mouth falls open. “You’re fucking kidding me?”

“You might get some out of the left one.”

“You should start pumping so he can feed from a bottle when you fill up and you can work on storing the rest up for me.” I grin back at her. Why the hell haven’t I thought of this before now?

I reach over and slap her thigh. “Come climb up here, turn around, and let me eat your pussy while your nipples play with my cock.”

She glances at the door, then moves quickly to lock it before coming back over the bed and climbing onto the mattress and hovering her pussy over my face, her sweet lips inches from my cock.

“Good girl. Get my pre-cum over those nipples, and I’ll lick it off after,” I rasp.

“Jesus, Reed.” She pants heavily, and I know my girl will enjoy every damn second of this.

“Hmm.” I garble between her thighs and hold her open to lick her juicy cunt. My tongue slides through her slit and down to her hole while I bury my nose against her clit, the scruff of my five o’clock shadow creating friction for her as I devour her arousal.

“That’s it, baby, lick that cock,” I grunt in rapture as her warm mouth works down my cock and back up again. My fingers squeeze her ass cheeks harder when she flicks her tongue over my slit before sliding her mouth from me.

Her soft nipples graze the top of my sensitive cock before her tongue travels down my shaft and over my balls, and I groan in delight as she starts riding my face.

“Fuck yes. That’s it, baby, ride my tongue. Let me lick your little cunt clean.”

She rocks back and forth over my face, and when she gags to take me down her throat with her heavy tits pushed against my pelvis, it makes me feel like I’m fucking them, that I’m in nirvana. My own piece of heaven.

I grip her hair in my fist and hold her head in place to thrust up into her mouth while she pushes her pussy down on my face, rocking back and forth against me. Then I slap my palm against her ass, causing her to moan, and when I circle, then press a thumb into her asshole, she tightens. Her body convulses as I groan my pleasure and fill her throat with my cum. “Good girl,” I coo and soothe her reddened ass cheek.

She comes down from her orgasm, and I savor the way I pop from her mouth as she spins her body around to face me, now straddling my torso.

“You’re pretty damn good at that, husband.” She smiles so bright, she takes my breath away.

The moment I was discharged from hospital after being shot, I had a ring on her finger and Bryce’s adoption underway. I wasn’t letting anything hold us back this time around. Nothing was going to stop me from taking what I wanted.

“Come up here and let me taste myself on your tits.”

She lifts up and hovers her heavy tit over my face before lowering her nipple to my waiting mouth. The moment my musky arousal hits my tongue, a splash of her warm milk follows, and I grunt in euphoria, feeling myself harden beneath her.

My phone ringing cuts through the air, and I pull back with a sneer.

Gia reaches for it, and when she hands me the phone and I see it’s Mase, I place it on speaker.

“Reed?”

“Yeah.” I groan as Gia tugs on her nipples, putting on one hell of a show for me.

“I’m in trouble, man.”

I stiffen, and Gia stills.

“Oh God. I fucked up.” The choked emotion in his tone has my spine snapping straight. I’ve never heard Mase sound so desperate, not even when his wife…

“I fucked my sister,” he quickly says.

“What?” I jolt on a strangled breath.

“M-my sister. My stepsister.” He stumbles over his words. “She’s the… she’s the Indulgence girl.”

“The Indulgence girl? You’re not making any sense. I don’t understand. I thought your sister was in school?” I sit up in bed, wrapping my arm around Gia’s ass to stop her from falling.

“She is. It’s worse than you think, man.” Is he fucking kidding me right now? Worse? “So much worse because she’s also…”

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