Page 13 of Punished
Maverick rose, his cock swinging between his thighs as he walked past Melissa into her little bathroom that was down the hall. He handled his business and took a shower, and as the water washed over hisbody along with the soap, he had to think about ways to put distance between himself and Melissa.
Fuck! Why was it so hard for him to refuse sex?he questioned himself. His cock got him into more trouble than he cared to admit. He turned the shower off and climbed out to get dry. The smell of delicious bacon and eggs seduced his stomach, which motivated him to get dressed even quicker. He pulled his cut on his shoulders as he walked into the kitchen to see Melissa by the stove scrambling cheesy eggs in a skillet. The sounds of babies cooing caught his attention and he saw his infant sons in their seats that were sitting atop the table.
He smiled and walked over to them as they grinned and giggled back at their daddy. Anthony and Andrew were five months old and the spitting images of their dad. Dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and tanned skin. They had his smile too, which already charmed everyone who came into contact with them. He tickled them and they laughed and squirmed while wearing their Princes of the Lords of Chaos onesies.
“How are my boys?” Maverick asked, then leaned down, kissing both of them. “Did you sleep well?”
The babies responded with more giggles. Maverick laughed, then picked Anthony up and hugged him. “Are you hungry? Want some bananas?” The baby said something in his own way and Maverick chuckled before putting him back into his seat. He picked up Andrew and asked him the same question with the exception being apples instead of bananas. He put him back into his seat, strapping both babies in just as Melissa sat his plate on the table before him.
“Eat, I'll feed them,” she said. She knew that in order to get a Prince of the Lords, she had to treat him like a king.
Maverick nodded and began eating because he was hungry. He watched as Melissa fed their sons, alternating between the two. “You're not going to eat?” he asked her.
“I will after I'm done feeding them. Do you want any more?” she asked, nodding her chin at his empty plate.
Maverick shook his head, then took the jar of apples from her. “He's such a picky eater. I'll feed him. You eat.” He began feeding Andrew, who loved apples but ate slowly.
Melissa gazed lovingly at Maverick for a few seconds, enjoying the view of the father of her children doing what he did best. She then made her plate and joined them to eat. “Maybe we... we can make this more permanent?” she asked.
Maverick scooped the last of the apples and fed them to Andrew. “Make what more permanent?” He wiped his son's mouth, then settled back in the chair. His attention on Melissa.
Melissa shrugged. “You and me. We have two sons and they're so young. They need their father in their lives.”
Maverick rolled his eyes. “Not this again.”
Melissa smiled sweetly at him. “I'm not trying to make you mad, baby. Don't I treat you so good?”
“You do,” Maverick admitted.
“And don't you think it's better if our sons grow up with their father living in the same house with them? You don't want them to grow up like your other kids, do you?”
Maverick scoffed. “And what's wrong with how my other kids grew up?”
“How often did they see you?”
“More than some kids see their dads who actually live in the house with them,” Maverick shot back. “I may not live with my babies’ mommas, but I don't short fucking change my kids.”
“I'm a good woman, Maverick, and I'm a good mom. I can be a great old lady foryou. I'd give you anything because I love you. Can't these kids be the ones who grow up with a healthy family all living together?” Melissa asked.
“You're coming off so fucking desperate right now,” Maverick said. “I told you when we first met that I'm not the settling down type of guy. That's my brothers, they're into that shit. Me, I like pussy too much to settle for one.”
Melissa's plump lips twisted in a grimace. “And what if I'm not okay with that?”
Maverick laughed. “And what the fuck are you going to do about it? You can't force me to be with you. You think you're the first chick to want to be my old lady? Shit, if I ever did settle, it wouldn't be with you.”
“Why not?” Melissa asked.
Maverick shrugged. “Not sure, can't really put my finger on it. Being monogamous just ain't my thing.”
Melissa scoffed and looked away. “You're unbelievable.”
Maverick grinned and leaned over the table. “Awww, poor baby. Did you think popping out my sons was going to trap me? It didn't work for Stacy or Rachel, but somehow you thought you were the one for me.”
Melissa snarled, then slapped Maverick hard enough to leave his left cheek red. “Fuck you.”
Maverick sighed. “I hope you got that shit out of your system.” He rose and adjusted his pants, as his cock had stirred a bit. “Don't you have work today?”
“Yes,” Melissa clipped out, then folded her arms across her voluptuous chest. And it was her big titties that drew Maverick to her in the first place.
