Once he is done, undressing himself, he picks me up, my legs wrapped around his waist. Before laying me down, he rubs his cock up and down my wet pussy, before pushing it inside of me, both gasping and moaning at the connection. He doesn’t do anything else, but lay us down, my back to his front, his dick still inside of me and wraps me in his arms. “I love you so fucking much, baby. Thank you” he says, kissing my neck before we both drift off into the cocoon of love, we have been waiting for.Chapter NineCordThree Months LaterI am going to spank her ass if she doesn’t pick a damn color and stick with it. “Hmmm… do you think this color is gender neutral enough, Cord?” she asks me, looking at the light-yellow color we have painted on the walls. The fact she is asking me, is hilarious. Like I would fucking know. What I do know is that I have to leave this room.
“Baby, we need to start getting ready. We don’t want to be late to our party.” She looks at me with her mouth open, obviously having lost track of time.
“Crap. Ok. Let’s go.” She walks ahead of me. I look at her sexy waddling ass, as it sways back and forth, has my cock jumping and down to feed him. Hell, I get it, I haven’t been inside of her for three hours. Unfortunately, we don’t have the time. She turns and sees the look on my face as I lick my lips. “Don’t even think about it, buster. We have to go.” she admonishes. I quirk my eyes, letting her know nothing could stop me, if I really want it.
“Baby, you know nothing can keep from my breakfast, lunch and dinner. Not even you. But you are right. We need to go because I am excited to find out too.” I hit her on her expanded ass before going into the closet to grab a linen, shirt and some khakis. I am truly excited. We opted not to find out what we were having. Instead we decided to do a gender reveal party, with all our family and friends. When she comes out of the closet, let’s just say we almost don’t make it. “What the fuck are you wearing, Philli?” She has on some sort of dress, that though it comes to her knees, it makes her stomach and ass more visible and let’s not talk about the ‘V’ shaped opened back.
“You don’t like it. I look fat, don’t I?” Fuck. Now she is crying, and nothing undoes me faster than her tears.
“No, baby. You don’t look fat. You look the opposite of fat. Sexy as fuck, is how you look. Babe...don’t make me endure this.” I groan, rubbing my hand down my face. I need her to have a little mercy on me.
“You are going to be with me the whole time, Cord. We have to go. Can you put this necklace on me?”
She gives me this fucking dangling thing that apparently, goes down her back and I can feel the blood in my veins traveling to my dick, which stands up in my pants, leaking all through the khaki’s, chanting that she owes me for torturing me like this.
“If you want to wear this out of the house, my wild one, you have to give me something in return.” she turns and as she is going to ask me what, she notes the look on my face and her cheeks turn a crimson shade of red. I love that out of everything we have done, she can still blush. “Lie on the bed, baby. I just need a few minutes to sate my lust and hold me over until this cock-blocking party is over. She walks to the bed, her nipples protruding through her dress. She licks her lips, her appetite to suck me into her mouth having grown over the past few months. “Oh no baby. This is about me, not you. Raise your dress up. Show me my pussy, Philli. Show me how creamy you are, knowing I am going to put my mouth and tongue on and inside you.” she lifts her dress, her eyes foggy and lust filled. Her dress reaches her waist and she moans for me.
“Cord. Please. She moans her head already rolling back and forth. Dropping to my knees, I lick my lips, itching for the candy factory that is about to coat my lips. She is already so wet, sugar dripping down her legs. When I open her wider, her thighs are even sticky.
“Fuck baby. You have been gushing since this morning, haven’t you?”
“Yes, my king. Please Cord.” I rub my face against the inside of her thigh, wanting her juice to cover my face, so I can taste her whenever I want for the day, giving me the drug I need to make it through this party. My tongue moves up her pussy, one long lick, my obsession making my head spin. Over and over I lick her up and down, her constant flow, feeding my addiction.