Page 117 of Use Me

“Nothing. Suck, baby. Suck.”

Ashtyn returned to her task, running her tongue along the underside of my shaft. She added her hand, stroking me in sync with her bobbing head.

“Fuck,” I groaned and leaned my head back against the tiled wall.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, sending a vibration down my entire dick and straight to my balls. Ashtyn cupped my sack and started to massage. I was getting closer and closer to coming, but then she stopped. Without a word, she stood, straddled my hips and then guided herself down and around my cock.

Bareback.

Fucking best feeling in the entire world.

The first time Ashtyn let me go without a condom was on our honeymoon. She’d asked me what I thought about making our fourth bedroom a nursery, and I was all for it. That afternoon—and the rest of our honeymoon in Hawaii, was spent trying to make Dylan. We didn’t conceive him on that trip, but two months of trying led to me getting to go another nine months without a rubber. After Ashtyn had Dylan, she got on the pill, and just five months ago we decided to try to have another.

Once you go bareback, you never go back.

Now, as I look down at our adjoining hips, her little belly was sticking out, and pride started to swell in my chest. I’m not much of a crier—didn’t shed a tear when I was shot, but the day Dylan was born, I cried like a fucking baby.

“Yeah, baby,” I encouraged.

Ashtyn was rocking back and forth making my cock go as deep as it could. Her breasts were bouncing in my face, and I latched onto one of them, needing to taste her. Any part of her. Didn’t fucking matter. I loved every inch of this woman.

“I’m close,” she panted.

“Me too,” I replied and grabbed her ass, spreading her wider.

She moaned against my neck and came as she bowed into me. I was right behind her, spilling into her pussy like cream being piped into a cupcake. To this day, I can’t look at a cupcake and not think of Ashtyn Cole, my wife, my soulmate.

Abby was officially Mrs. Kenny Blackwell.

No one had objected to their union, and now after dinner was served, Ashtyn and I were dancing on the dance floor before we needed to head home. The DJ started to play When A Man Loves a Woman by Percy Sledge, and as Percy sang the words that I felt to my core about Ashtyn, we swayed our hips that were pressed together.

“Remember what I told you the night we met?” I asked into her ear.

She pulled her head off my shoulder. “You asked me a lot of questions, but what are you referring to?”

I smiled warmly. Ain’t it funny how life changes? One minute you want to drawn your anger away with alcohol, and the next you meet the one person who’s your reason for breathing. The person who is the center of your universe.

“I told you that you were going to make some guy really happy one day. And you know what?”

“What?”

“You have.”

The End.