“Perfect. Thanks,” D says, shaking his hand. I do the same. Daisy hugs me, and they leave. Short and fast was an understatement, but I’m married now, and everything feels better.
“Wife,” he growls as soon as he locks the door.
“Husband?” I say as he stalks toward me. When he reaches me, he pulls the shirt open, buttons fly everywhere, pinging as they hit the wall and the floor. Then his mouth is on me. Everywhere. Lips, face, neck, nipples. When he lifts me up, he carries me to our bed and strips me with haste. Then he’s inside of me. No preamble. No teasing. He’s an animal on top of me, and I can do nothing but move with him. Over and over, he slams his massive cock into me, making me moan and practically howl in sheer, unadulterated pleasure. I feel like I am coming apart at the seams.
“Come for me, wife,” he demands, and I scream my release. I feel him fill me seconds later.
Married sex is so much better than it was before, and that’s really saying something.
Chapter Five
Diezal
Never in my life did I see myself in the kitchen cooking breakfast for someone, but she makes me want to take care of her. When I woke up this morning, she was still slumbering, unlike me, who had barely slept. My mind is a buzz with so much shit right now; I can’t turn it off. In truth, I am carrying guilt not only from losing Teresa but from not finding my sister yet. So, I figure I might as well feed my baby...both of them.
“Good morning.” I hear behind me. Like always, from the first moment I met her, the sound of her voice is like a fall breeze across my skin. Always with the fucking goosebumps the minute she walks into the room.
“Good morning, baby,” I say, kissing her lips before she goes and jumps on the counter.
“Smells good,” she says, chewing her lip. I can read her like an open book. I know she has something she wants to say. Her giveaway is her lip in her mouth.
“What’s up, baby? What’s on your mind?” I turn to flip the bacon and check the pancakes.
“I mean, I guess I just thought I would be the one cooking and stuff.'' She shrugs her shoulders, and I smile. She is so nurturing, and that is why I am doing this. She never thinks of herself.
“Hey. There is nothing I want and will enjoy more than seeing you in this kitchen, naked, cooking for me, trust me. But you have been through an ordeal, my Teresita. You were sleeping so soundly; I didn't want to wake you. You and our little peanut need rest. Plus, it’s my job to take care of you.”
“I know. That’s why I love you,” she says, smiling at me. “Have you found out anything about your sister?” she asks, grabbing an apple off the counter.
“No. Nothing yet.” I keep the real answer from her. I stopped looking for Chassie because I was looking for her.
“Have you considered telling your brother and letting him help you?” she says it so easily like she is asking me to drop a grenade in a field of propane. She doesn’t know Axel. If I tell him what I suspect, he will fly off half-cocked, with no information and no regard for his life. That is not something I can handle.
“No. I have not and am not going to tell him.” I answer earnestly.
“You know you don’t have to take on everything by yourself, right?” her sweet voice lowers.
“It’s my job to take care of the people I love, baby, and that includes my brother.”
“But who is taking care of you?” Jesus. My head falls forward as I drop the spatula and take a deep breath. How did her words gut me and infuse me with life at the same time? Breakfast was forgotten for the moment; I turn and walk to the counter. Her legs spread without a word from me, and I stand between them.
“You worried about me, baby? You think I need to be taken care of?” Kissing her neck and lips, once again, I thank God, we found her.
“Always, Sir.” My sweet baby.
“What will you do to take care of me?” I pop the buttons on the shirt she is wearing and stop myself from drooling over her plump tits and fat nipples. “How are you going to make sure I am ok, baby? Huh?”
“By giving you what you need, Sir.”
“Oh, is that right?” I ask before sucking one of her peaks in my mouth. My teeth nip at them, incited by the gasping and hissing from her mouth.
“Y-yes.” she barely gets out.
“Good. Lean back. I haven't had breakfast yet.” I watch, blood heating, mouth-watering, and gut-clenching as her naked body slides on the counter and her legs open. Her pussy, pink and shiny, is a beacon of light in my otherwise bleak mind. “So sticky, baby.” I tease her with my finger moving up and down her slit, over and over.