Page 87 of Honey's Special Roux

And you know what I did? I got down on my knees and stuffed that big ass dick down my throat. Tears slid from my eyes, but I sucked that shit like the good eater I was. It was something so freeing about being around a man who could let me unleash my nastiest ideas in the bedroom. A lot of women wouldn’t be into the type of shit we did, and that was fine. It worked for us.

The type of shit that went on in the room that night was one for the books. I was grateful that Quis’s room was down the hall and nowhere in earshot of the demon time we were on.

In the future, we’d have to be more mindful of the noise we made, but tonight… Tonight I was reunited with the love of my life in the best soul tie ever.

“I love you,” I moaned through tears of ecstasy.

“I love you more.” He let out a muffled groan as he filled me for the second time that night.

Sex with Alizawas nothing compared to what Honey and I had done all night into the morning. We’d slept for all of four hours before I woke her up to more dick and a hot shower.

As we got dressed, I wanted to bask in the euphoria of it all. I wanted to stay forever, but reality would set in soon. Until then, I’d ride the wave of bliss.

“You want to go out and get breakfast with Quis?” I asked.

“Sure. We have nothing planned.”

I slid on my white forces. “Do you think we can tell Quis today?”

She nodded. “Yes. It’s time. I trust you moving forward to do what’s best for your family.”

“I will.”

“Good, because you’re on strike two. If you get one more mess up, that’s it.”

“Damn. You are strict, mama.”

“I have to be.”

“Straight up.” I adjusted the watch on my wrist and did a once-over in the mirror.

“You want me to get Quis ready?”

“Please.”

“I got you.” I grabbed her by the waist and pecked her lips several times before I left the room.

This was the life—waking up with my dick inside Honey’s warm ass pussy and getting my son’s day started. I had missed a lot of monumental moments in his childhood, but I wouldn’t miss another one. I would have a reserved seat in the front row of every event to come. Big or small, I would be there.

I tapped my knuckles on the bedroom door to announce my presence before I entered his room. Quis was lying on the floor, playing with his toy cars. There was a fire truck, police car, tractor, tow truck, and a vehicle I couldn’t name. I knew it was related to construction.

“What’s the yellow truck called?” I asked as I leaned down to get a better look.

“This one is called as ex-ca-va-tor.”

“That’s a big word. What do they do?” I asked.

“They dig holes.”

“They could have just called it a digger.” I chuckled.

Quis laughed. “Yeah. It’s my favorite con-struck-shin car.”

“Good to know. I want to take you and your mom to get breakfast. Do you like pancakes or waffles?” I asked.

His eyes lit up, and the toy cars were forgotten as he stood up. “I like both of them. I like omelets too.”

“I forgot your mom made sure you had a diverse taste palette. I’ll make sure we go somewhere with all those things. We deserve to pig out now and then.”

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