Page 89 of Falling Back to You

“God, Ozzie.”

“You like that? You like it when Daddy stretches you out?” he asked, meeting me with a thrust.

“Yes.”

“Tell me you missed me.”

“Every day,” I groaned.

“You missed this dick?”

I cupped his face, slowing him down, making him look at me. “No… I missed you,” I whispered. “Not just this.”

His rhythm stuttered to a stop. Something flickered across his face: surprise, raw and unguarded, like he hadn’t expected those words from me, not tonight, not ever. Then his forehead dropped to mine, and he kissed me like he was trying to memorize this feeling before he moved again, slower this time, like he had something to prove.

His thrust called forth all my hidden affection and devotion. I’d never stopped loving Oz—I just got really good at pretending I didn’t care. I worked my hips in time with Ozzie’s gentle kisses, relishing his touch as he fucked my mouth and my sweet spot.

“That’s my girl, ride that dick.” I was holding him so tightly we’d likely wake up bruised.

“You’re gonna make me come,” I whimpered.

“I’ll follow your lead.” Which let me know he was also close. His hands were all over me and it still wasn’t enough. “Let go, darling.”

His prompt sent me spiraling into nirvana, my head light, muscles tense, and my pussy throbbing around his dick. I didn’t know how he did it, but he had the ability to make me come on demand. My shivering body gave him permission to embark on a similar trip. Ozzie squeezed my ass as he rocked me over his shaft before he convulsed, releasing his passion into my core.

Once we stilled, he slapped my butt. “Goddamn, Dial. You drained the fuck out of me.”

I sank into the couch, feeling the good type of tired. Oz stood and pulled on his pajama bottoms before slipping out of the room. I stayed put, waiting for my legs to work again. He reappeared with a warm, damp washcloth and cleaned the mess running down my leg. While I dressed, he grabbed water, handing me a glass, and we clinked them together. I quickly downed my cup, and Oz dutifully fetched me two more rounds until I’d had my fill.

Back in my bedroom, Maple was still sound asleep. We moved around each other, turning off the television and the hallway light until finally we climbed into bed with Oz as my favorite big spoon.

The next morning, I woke up alone, the sounds from downstairs letting me know Ozzie and Maple had gotten a head start on the day.

“Good morning,” I said as I entered the kitchen, still rubbing sleep from my eyes.

“Momma, we’re making breakfast.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“Daddy said you deserved to sleep in.”

Ozzie pulled his attention from the potatoes he was grating into hash. “Good morning.” He handed me a glass of orange juice. “Squeezed fresh.”

“You hand-squeezed orange juice?”

“We are farm to table over here.”

I scanned the messy kitchen, ready to pitch in. “Let me help.”

“Nope, we’re your humble servants. Yesterday was all about Maple and today is all about you.”

Last night kinda felt like it was Dial-centric as well. “What did I do to deserve such a day?”

“You’re the best mom ever.” Maple wrapped her arms around me while I rubbed her head.

“You deserve to be the main attraction every day,” Ozzie added. “Consider this a new family tradition.”

Maple released me. “I’m gonna get Shabba. He’s family too.” She took off toward the stairs.