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Preston St. James III. My ex-husband, the father of my child, and still the one and only love of my life.
“Because I want to coat your cunt with my cum until I’m leaking out of you.”
Preston lifted himself up onto his hands and stared at me a moment. But rather than say anything, he hauled me into his arms, his cock still inside me. “What are you doing?” Not only did I not know where he was taking me, but I also wasn’t a small woman. I kept myself trim, but I was still midsize and not exactly light. Yet Preston didn’t seem fazed. “I’m taking you upstairs. You and I aren’t done for the night.”
“But first, I’m going to come in you. I want cum leaking out of you as you finish your date. I want to know part of me is inside you while I have to watch you with another man.” I put my mouth to her ear. “That way, if you change your mind and let him eat your beautiful cunt, he’ll taste me and know I was here first.”
Rubbing the area over my ribs where I’d gotten her name tattooed on my skin, I knew her words were a lie. A slow smile curled on my lips. Her pussy was still fucking mine.
Unfortunately, I had a feeling that no matter how hard I tried to keep my heart from getting broken again, I was doomed to fail.
“I know. He’s going to get to watch me play with your cunt, knowing he’ll never get to touch it.”
“Yeah, I don’t think anyone wants to see my thirty-eight-year-old body. But I bet Preston would make bank,” I said with a grin. His arm moved from my neck to my hip as he frowned at me. “Don’t say that.” “Don’t say what? That you would make money, getting naked in front of a camera?” I’d only been teasing him even if it was true. “No. About yourself. You have a beautiful body, Laney.” “Preston’s right. You have a banging body, Laney.”
“One, that will be the last time you talk about her body. Two, no one calls her Laney but me. Three, I swear to God, Vanderpool, you so much as touch a hair on her head, and I will make you regret ever getting to see our little show last night.”
She looked up at me. “Preston, why haven’t you had sex with anyone since I left?” I brushed my thumb down her cheek. “Because none of them were you, Delaney.”
“I made the mistake of letting you go last time because I thought it was the right thing to do. But I’ve been given the gift of being your husband again, and if you think I’m going to walk away, you are dead wrong. And you don’t need to find a new place to live because you’re moving back home. Here. With me. I am not losing you a second time.” All of a sudden, he went from looking determined to looking scared. “At least, I hope I don’t.”
“I know. Because I thought even if I couldn’t have you, at least you would be alive. I wouldn’t get you pregnant again and kill you.”
“It wouldn’t have mattered if I had gotten it removed. You’re still tattooed on my heart.”
“You bet your ass I’m not giving up. You try and divorce me again, and I’ll take you for every penny you have,” I teased. She chuckled. “You wouldn’t, but I love the sentiment.” “Only lawyers would think that’s a sign of love.” I laughed. “That’s why we’re perfect for each other.” “You’re right; we are.” “I love you too, Pres.” “I love you too, Laney.”
