Graves

by Katelyn Taylor

Sit down, grab any *ahem* tools you may need to enjoy this read,

“You can take it,”

“I was,” he interrupts. “Thinking of you. Every second.”

Soak my panties and sign me the fuck up.

“You disappointed that I was gonna leave without making you come, baby? Need an orgasm or two before I head out?”

“Baby, I would never let anything happen to you. If you didn’t want to be with me anymore, we would figure it out together. You’ll never be without a home again, I promise. Even more so, there is no possibility in this fathomable universe where you and I aren’t together until the end of time. You’re mine, Blake, and I’ll never let you go.”

“And you’re taking it so. Fucking. Good,”

“I deserve that and more, but it doesn’t make me love you less.”

Fuck you, tequila.

So, as soon as I strip down naked, I grab the detachable shower head, knowing at least it won’t let me down.

“Because I meant it. What my angel wants, my angel gets.

“Go ahead, angel. Spread your legs for him. Let him see that pretty pussy while I fuck it.”

“Why did you tell her?” he asks.

“Good girl. You’re taking me so well. I’m so proud of you,”

“Fuck yes,” Zayden groans. “Thank you, brother. Push my cum back into my angel. Fuck her nice and pregnant for me, will you?”

“C’mon, Dominic. Fuck our woman right. I know you can let loose more than that.”

“I’ll love you until the end of time, angel. In this life, the next and every single one to come. It will always be you.”

“I love you so much more, babygirl. Forever. It’s always going to be us. All of us,”

Dominic frowned but tried to hide it while Zayden threw an outright tantrum, shouting at Dominic for not pushing it deep enough.

“Patience, babygirl. A little edging never hurt anyone.”

She’s glowing, happy, and looks perfectly fucked. Just the way I love her.