ARMAND
I’d assumed the position, my eyes on the rug, my arms behind my back and bound by rope as she circled me like a predator sizing up its prey, her now voluptuous body bare, a riding crop in her hand. When she stepped directly in front of me, I fixed my eyes on her feet, concentrating on the blue polish on her toenails.
“Look at me,” she demanded.
I obeyed her, letting my eyes trail from her feet to her legs, over her thick thighs and soft stomach to her breasts, her full breasts. I stopped there, licking my lips at the sight of her glistening nipples.
“Look at my face, Armand. You’re playing around knowing your daughter will wake up and put a stop to this.”
My eyes snapped up to her beautiful face. “Sorry, sir.”
Ignoring my apology, she grabbed a handful of my locs, jerking my head back and hyperextending my neck. Just as quickly as she’d grabbed my hair, she let it go, pressing her hairy mound to my face. I inhaled deeply.
Damn, she smelled good.
She backed away from me, and I closed my eyes. The next thing I felt was her untying the rope. When she squatted in front of me, I got a nose full of pussy, good, sweet, juicy pussy, and started drooling.
Lifting my chin with one hand, she kissed me deeply while playing with herself with the other. We kissed and she played for long minutes, then she grabbed my hand and placed it on her pussy. I groaned as I stroked her. She took her mouth from mine, throwing her head back while I licked and sucked on the warm flesh of her neck, alternating between stroking her clit and fingerfucking her until she began to howl my name.
Dropping her head, she stared at me for a moment before demanding, “Lie on your back so I can give you this pussy. You deserve it.”
I stretched out on my back, lifting my head to see my dick disappear inside my wife, and enjoyed both the view and the ride.
I rolled over and reached for Ella only to find cold sheets. Sitting up, I turned the bedside lamp on and found her sitting in a chair we kept by the window in the bedroom. I loved watching my baby girl nurse.
“You brought her in here, sir?” I asked.
“Yeah, I wanted to watch you sleep while I fed her. You and Miami look just alike when you sleep, peaceful, but y’all love to raise hell when you’re awake,” Ella replied.
Miami McClain Daniels was only two months old, but Ella swore she looked like me. I saw more of Ella in her than me, from her brown eyes to her smooth skin. She was everything. Absolutely everything.
I grinned. “That’s slander. I don’t raise hell anymore unless I have to. Them stupid-ass On One fans better be glad they piped down because I was ready to wreck shop.”
“Um, you just proved my point.”
“You gon’ stop slandering my baby, though. She don’t be raising that much hell,” I lied.
Ella smirked at me, and I chuckled before telling her, “You two look so beautiful right now. I’m sitting here tryna figure out how I got so lucky.”
She smiled and looked down at Miami, rubbing her hand over her soft hair. “You’re not the only one who got lucky.”
Once Miami was finished eating, Ella took her back to her room, and when she returned to our bed, I pulled her to me and whispered in her ear, “I love you, sir.”
“Hmmm,” she hummed, snuggling closer to me, “I love you, too, Boogie.”