Page 144 of In Ruins
One hand is resting on her butt to keep her in place, while the other is rubbing soothing circles on her back as he’s whispering to her.
From where I’m standing, her face is turned toward me, and I see that she’s fallen asleep again. But whatever my husband is whispering to her has her smiling in her sleep, and it’s the cutest thing ever.
He looks up, and our eyes lock onto each other. Butterflies fill my stomach like it always does whenever he looks at me, especially with love and devotion in his eyes. He gives me that devilish smile of his, no doubt seeing the heated expression I’m giving him.
“Shouldn’t you be in bed, baby?”
“I woke up, and you weren’t there, so I wanted to check on you two. Did you already feed and change her?” I ask, stepping into the room.
“Yes. We were just having one of our midnight talks before I put her back into her crib,” he says, a happy and content smile on his face.
I love the fact that he’s been a hands-on dad ever since we brought her home. My mind goes back to the night that changed everything… I really did get lucky when I decided to sneak into their party, and when I lost my virginity to him, because the life I’m currently living is more than I ever imagined or dreamed that I’d have.
A moment later, he stands with our baby held carefully in his arms. I place a kiss on her head, and he does the same before putting her into her crib. Once we’ve got her situated, we walk hand in hand back to our room.
The door clicks shut behind us, and he pushes me back against it. One arm is wrapped around my waist, while the other is above my head. My eyes find his—desire in mine and hunger in his.
My breaths are uneven as I already start to pant. This man knows how to get me hot and bothered without even doing anything. I press my palm onto his skin, running my hand along his abs all the way up to his chest before finally wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him down.
He obliges, bending down until our foreheads touch before he softly pressing his lips against mine. I let out a little moan as our kiss intensifies. He bites and nips at my lips as he grabs a hold of my ass and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, and a moment later, he walks us over to the bed.
When he pulls away a second later, we’re both breathless and panting. He slides me down his body and removes my robe and panties, leaving me standing naked in front of him.
I used to be nervous and insecure about showing him my body after I was healed and with the scar, but I shouldn’t have even worried because ever since I was cleared for sex by my doctor, my husband has been showing me how much he worships my body.
“Get on the bed and lie back,” he commands and I obey.
“What now?” I ask, sultrily.
“Spread your legs and let me look at you,” he growls. I open my legs so his eyes can feast on my naked body. He pushes down his sweatpants and boxer briefs in one go before wrapping his hands around his thick and hard erection. “Play with my pussy for a bit.”
My cheeks heat as I move my hand between my legs and rub my clit before moving my fingers to run along my slit, my wetness coating the digits. My mouth forms an “O” as I continue to rub, feeling the pleasure run through my body.
“Mm, such a good girl rubbing that pussy until it gets nice and wet for Daddy,” he murmurs, desire coating his words as he continues to stroke himself.
My tongue peeks out, wetting my lips. God, watching him pleasure himself is so damn hot. “I-I need you,” I whisper.
“Patience,amore mio,” he says, lips tipping up in a smile. “Fuck! You are one hot mama! I can’t wait to suck those tits that are full of your milk,” he growls.
He tugs on his cock one last time before crawling onto the bed. My lashes flutter as he reaches for me, gripping my hip and settling between my spread legs.
He then leans over and kisses me once more before pulling away and trailing his lips down my neck, sucking and biting along the way. I already know it’s going to leave a mark, and my core clenches at the thought.
“Do you want Daddy’s cock inside this tight pussy of yours?” he whispers against my skin.
“Y-yes!” I moan. “My pussy feels empty. I need you inside me!”
I’m not above begging right now because I’m so turned on. I just want him to fuck me hard and fast.
“Mm, I don’t know if I want to fuck you yet,” he murmurs.
“P-p-please.” I almost sob the word out.
Instead of his cock, he pushes two fingers inside me. He clamps his mouth onto one of my nipples and pulls, sucking it hard just as he begins to thrust those fingers in and out of me.
I’m so wet already that I can hear the squelching sounds coming from my pussy as he finger fucks me. I also feel him sucking the milk out of me, and fuck, that shit is hot as hell!
He moves to the other breast, using his hand to cup and squeeze the one he just released. Milk flows out of me, and when he lifts his head up again, I can see some of my milk still on his lips.
