Page 94 of Blissful Devotion

I slowly let her leg fall from my shoulder, my now softening cock slipping from her still fluttering pussy, my cum beginning to leak from her. I watch it for a moment, my cock twitching as if I didn’t just come so damn hard, as if that’s not from us.

Fuck it.

I reach out, gather the milky substance on my finger, then shove it back in.

Her cursed moan pulls my attention away from her pussy and back to her face, which is once again full of need.

Well, maybe there’s something to this ‘race’ after all.

“That was hotter than it should have been,” she says, her voice quiet and breathy in a way that makes my chest swell with pride, knowing I did that to her.

I could get used to this.

Pulling my finger free, I hesitate a moment, looking for my shirt or something to wipe it on, but come up empty.

Her fingers wrap around my wrist, and this time it’s my turn to watch in awe as she wraps those pretty lips around my finger, her tongue caressing it as if it’s my cock as she cleans it thoroughly, and just like that I’m hard again. Her eyes flick up to meet mine before she pulls away with a pop, a string of spit connecting her to me for a moment before she wipes her mouth.

I’m not sure I’ve ever been more grateful to those assholes than I am right now, because once was far from enough; hell, I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of her, but at least for now I have the whole night to try.

She shrieks, laughter bouncing off the walls as I all but lunge for her, flipping her onto her hands and knees. I sink back into her warm, wet heat, my hand gathering her hair up like a pretty little leash as her laughter gives way to soft, broken gasps and grunts, her hips slamming back to meet me thrust for thrust.

Yeah, I might owe Desmond a thank you or something.

I’d often heard people talking about how fast time goes as you get older, but I’d never really felt that myself, at least not until Nico was born.

Now I feel like everything is passing in the blink of an eye.

It feels like Nico was just born yesterday, but already Des is talking about another child.

It doesn’t feel like it should be possible.

Yet Halloween passed, and November rolled in with Thanksgiving, and now Christmas is right around the corner, all firsts for Nico.

I love all the time we're getting together and experiencing all of this with him; I can’t lie and say I’m not a little stressed. Nathan is still adamant that we propose at the tree, and while I’m sure it will be magical, my brain has been running on overdrive about it.

This feels so familiar.

So close to how last year played out, and I’m not sure I could survive that happening again.

I can’t dwell on it, though; if I do, I’ll drive myself crazy. Instead, I try to live in the moment, remind myself she’s here and safe, and keep working to ensure it stays that way.

Nonna and Nonno have just flown in again for the holiday, or at least that’s what Kat thinks. I’m sure they would have flown in for Christmas with the kids, but they came early so that they could see our proposal.

Damn, just thinking about it makes me nervous.

“Are you feeling okay?” Kat’s voice snaps me from my thoughts, and my gaze catches on Vince’s in the rearview mirror.

Crap.

The look on his face tells me he knows exactly what I’m thinking about and that I need to get it together right now.

He’s not wrong.

“Um, yeah, sorry, I was just thinking about some work stuff I need to handle before the holidays.”

I hate lying to her, but I can’t help it.

“Oh. If it’s weighing on you so much, you could always have Vince drop you back at the house, and he can come with me. I’m only grabbing a dress.”