Guarding His Obsession(28)

“What are you guys doing in there?” Amelia shouts from the other side of the door, and I roll my eyes.

“There’s money in my purse. Go get ice cream. Leave us alone!” Zoey yells, and then I hear the girls head back downstairs.

It’s all I can do not to fall on top of her laughing, but then she reaches between us and grabs my cock. All the laughter leaves me, and my desire shoots to the forefront.

“Orgasms, Hart. I want all of them.”

She guides my cock to her opening, and I thrust in the rest of the way. “Whatever you want, cupcake,” I grunt out as I start to move inside of her.

Leaning down, I suck on her hard nipple, needing something in my mouth to keep me quiet. It’s been almost two decades since I first got inside her, and her * still grips me tighter than anything I’ve ever known. Her warm, wet heat sucks me inside her, and I have to bite down on her nipple to keep from cumming. Her hands go to my back, her nails digging in, and I feel her clenches start again.

“Drake,” she moans, and she cums all over my cock.

There’s nothing sweeter than the feel of her pleasure on me and under me. Getting Zoey off is what gets me off, and I follow her into sweet oblivion.

When we both catch our breath and I take my mouth off of her nipple, I look up into her eyes.

She reaches between us, rubbing her hand over the space on my chest where her pink cupcake is tattooed. All these years later, she still looks at it and smiles. Just like the first time she saw it. I even had two more little cupcakes tattooed beside it to represent my little girls.

Seeing her like this is what makes my life worth living.

There are little fine lines around her beautiful eyes as she smiles up at me, and I can’t help but fall in love with each of them. Each one represents a smile she’s given me or our girls. Each crease is a memory I’ve shared with her, and each one I cherish.

“What?” she asks, smiling up at me.

“I love you, cupcake.”

“I love you, too, Drake. And I want another orgasm.”

Elle and Daniel aka Pink

It’s been fifteen years since the day I first saw Elle, and I never get tired of looking at her. She’s in the kitchen setting out lunches and making sure everything is ready to go for in the morning. I walk up behind her. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I bury my face in her neck and just breathe her in.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” she laughs as she rubs her ass against me.

“Who’s saying I won’t finish it?” She turns in my arms and gives me a kiss as she reaches down and grabs my ass. Leaning my forehead against hers, I think about all that we’ve shared these past years.

We’ve had six kids together—three boys and three girls—and Elle runs this place like a drill sergeant. I’m so proud of the mother she’s become and of how amazing she is, but I still like to get her riled up. She keeps us all organized, and I make sure to mess her schedule up every now and then to remind her that chaos can be fun, too. She gets bent out of shape, but getting her steamed up is half the fun.

“I’ve got to finish this and then set the coffee, fold the laundry, and get the hockey bags ready for practice after school. Then I need to—”

I put my finger over her lips and give her a look.

“Don’t give me that look, Pink,” she says, pushing my hand away. “I have too much to do.”

“Not tonight,” I say, and raise an eyebrow. “I’ve already done all that shit. It may not be the way you like it, but it’s done.”

She starts to talk, but I put my hand in her hair and grip a handful of it.

“I’m taking you upstairs. I want you to take your clothes off and get in the bath I ran for you. I’m going f*ck you in it and then rub your feet.”

I feel her melt in my arms, and I know I’ve got her. I’ve always known Elle to be highly strung, but all she needs is a little control taken away and she’s like warm butter for me.

She likes everything done a certain way, but her dominance can only last so long. We both know who’s really in charge, and most of the time she needs reminding.

I reach down and grab her ass with both hands, picking her up. Her arms and legs go around me, and I carry her up the stairs to our bedroom. I kick the door closed behind us and lock it before taking her to the master bath.

I strip down and get in the tub, which is more than big enough for the two of us, and lean back to watch her take her clothes off. She knows what I want, and I wait for it.

Slowly, she starts to move her hips as she strips out of her clothes. I’ve got soft music playing, and she takes her time, letting me see everything that’s mine.

Once she’s undressed, she walks over and gets in the tub, standing up over me. Taking her hands, I pull her down so she’s straddling my hips. She reaches down between us, holding my cock as she lowers herself onto it.

When she’s fully seated on me, I grab her hips and work them up and down.

“Say it, Prinzessin.”

Elle knows I want to hear her words of love when I’m inside her. Nothing turns me on more than when I’ve got my cock in her and she tells me she loves me. It’s the most perfect thing in the world, and every time we connect, I need it to leave her lips.

“I love you, Daniel. Only you.”