Hungry For More(23)

Sage leans against the doorway as we play for bit longer. My legs are starting to fall asleep, but I know we don’t have much time.

“All right, princesses, it’s time for Daddy to go.”

Both the girls groan in protest, which pulls at my heart, but a second later Sophia and Gary come busting into the room and they forget about us. Grandma and Grandpa are rock stars to our kids, and my knees are thankful for the interruption.

“Pinkies up,” I say to Gary as I pat him on the back.

The two of them scoop up the girls and play with them as Sage and I sneak out. We’ve got tickets for a show tonight and need to get moving.

“You enjoyed that entirely too much,” I say as I grab my coat by the front door.

“It was sweet,” she says and puts her hands on my chest. “I’m just really thankful we had that security system installed that records everything in the play room.”

She’s smug as she leans up and kisses me on the chin before she spins around to walk out. It takes me a second to catch up with what she’s saying and realize what she could do with that video.

“You wouldn’t dare,” I say as I chase after her out into the garage.

She squeals and jumps in the truck, closing the door behind her. But before she can hit the lock, I yank it open. She’s laughing so hard, but I can’t help myself and I reach in and start tickling her. Tears are coming down her cheeks as I lean in the passenger seat and kiss her neck. My beard rubs against her soft skin there and suddenly her laughter turns into something else.

I taste her there and she’s warm and soft in my arms. Before I know what’s happening, she’s spreading her legs and I’m moving between them.

“Your parents are upstairs with the girls,” I whisper, unzipping my pants and taking my cock out. “Pull those panties to the side and be quiet. We’ve only got a second.”

“Make it count,” she moans when the tip of my cock demands entry.

She does as I ask and suddenly I’m sinking into her sticky heat. She’s tight and hot as I thrust in and out quickly. We’re both worked up, but I know exactly how and where to touch her to get her off.

She wraps her legs around my waist, and I rub my cock against her clit with every thrust. Her hips rock against me as together we work to make her cum.

“I can’t wait to see you wiggle in your seat all night because my cum is between your legs. It’s going to be so dark in that theater, I bet I can slip my fingers in here while no one is looking.”

Dirty talk is her favorite and now is no different. The thought of me fingerfucking her while we try not to get caught is just naughty enough to send her over the edge.

Sage cries out, but I clamp my hand over her mouth before it can echo through the garage. I grunt as I thrust all the way inside her and hold myself there, grinding against her, and I cum. I unload as waves of pleasure rock through me and the tight squeeze of her pussy pulls it all from me. I grit my teeth until the last drop is out and then I can finally relax.

“I can’t believe you mauled me like that,” she says, her voice still playful.

“Quit poking the bear,” I warn and kiss her softly, then pull my cock out.

“Never.” Her eyes are mischievous, and I have a feeling she’s going to be a handful tonight.

I put her panties back into place then buckle her up. When I walk around to the other side and get in, I lean over and kiss her again.

“I love you,” I say, because I never get tired of saying it.

“I love you too,” she replies, and I never get tired of hearing it either.

I never imagined that agreeing to go to Thanksgiving dinner would change my life forever. But the day I walked in and saw Sage in her underwear was something I’ll never forget. Mostly because I still get to see it every day, but because it’s burned into my brain. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on and I plan on taking advantage of her for the rest of our lives.



THE END!





Prologue





Brian





The day before Thanksgiving…





I watch Jensen leave my office to go to my apartment. I put my cell down and open up a new file on my computer to work on until my dad gets here. I’m going to meet the builder of one my new projects tonight and my dad needs to bring by the blueprints. He emailed them to me, but I like hard copies when starting a project. It gives me a place to start from and helps cement plans with the contractors.

The next time I look down at my watch, I curse and call Sage. I told her I was bringing Jensen home, but I should let her know he’s on the way. Just as the phone starts to ring, my dad comes in the office with the plans in his hand. The call goes to voice mail, so I hang up and send Jensen a quick text.

“You sure you don’t mind taking these to the builder? I can do it, son,” my dad says, and I shake my head.

“Nah, it’s on the way home for me. You and Mom need to make sure tomorrow is ready to go.” I wink at him as I grab the plans and my bag. “I’m already doing my stomach exercises so I can eat at least three times.”

“I’ll tell your mom,” he says before he’s out the door and I’m following behind him.

My phone buzzes and it’s a text from Jensen telling me he’s there and so is Sage. I feel better at that. I wave goodbye to my dad and tell the cab driver my destination. I shoot a text to the builder and get one back immediately saying they’re waiting.