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Because that’s what I am. Absolutely, utterly possessed by her.
She moans around me, her hips writhing as she rides my face. “Fuck yes, Ev,” I mumble against her. “Soak my face. Make it messy. I love the taste of you all over me.”
Swallowing around the head of my cock and shoving me even closer to the edge of oblivion, Evan slides ahand down and cups my balls, rolling them in her palm until her hand sinks lower, ghosting over my taint and then circling my asshole. My hips jerk up, surprised grunt falling from my throat at the unexpected shock of pleasure.
“Holy fuck,” I gasp out. “Do that again.”
I can feel her smiling around my cock as she slides her finger over me again, pressing firmly enough as she sucks me down that stars burst behind my eyes.
“Shit, I’m so close,” I mutter. “Come with me, Rhodes. Let me feel it. Please.”
Yanking her closer so her pussy practically smothers my face, I latch onto her clit, sucking hard as I slide two fingers inside her, curling them up and rubbing the spot that I know will send her flying. Evan lets out a groan, her legs trembling as her pussy clamps down on my fingers and she comes on a gush straight into my mouth.
Her orgasm triggers my own, and as her taste explodes on my tongue and her whimpers fill the air, I unleash down her throat, the pleasure so intense it’s otherworldly. Almost painful. I come and come for what feels like forever, dragging her with me until we’re both wrung dry.
“Holy shit,” Evan pants, rolling off me onto her back, chest heaving. “I think that was our best naptime fuckfest yet.”
I huff out a laugh, turning my head and pressing a kiss to her calf, entirely too spent to move. “No shit. I’ve never come that hard before.”
Evan rolls onto her side, peering up at me with a look on her face that hovers between considering and amused. “Is it possible that Cooper Wyles enjoys a little ass play with his blowjobs?”
Sitting, I drag her up until she’s sprawled over me, our faces close together. “I’d say that’s a hard yes. Emphasis on the hard. Very, very hard.”
Evan grins, smacking a kiss to my face. “We’re going to have so much fun with that.”
Grinning back, I roll us until she’s under me, dipping myhead to kiss her. It’s deep and slow and a little bit dirty, our tastes mingling together and making my cock stir right back to life. “No time like the present,” I murmur, reaching down and hooking a hand under her knee, bringing her leg up over my hip and grinding my hardening cock against her until she moans. “This time I want your finger all the way inside me.”
“Fuck yes.” She gasps as I rock my hips over her, sliding my dick through her slit. “That feels so?—”
“MAMA. MAMA. MAMA. MA. MA.”
“Arghhh.” Evan collapses back with a cross between a groan and a laugh as Emmy’s voice comes booming out of the room next door. “How can someone so tiny yell so loud?”
I laugh, dipping my head to kiss her neck and rolling to the side. “You have no one to blame but yourself.”
Evan laughs too, because she knows it’s true. After she read somewhere that babies typically saydadafirst because it’s an easier word, she decided she absolutely wasn’t having it, and she went on a one-woman mission to makemamaEmmy’s first word. My girl is tenacious, and she hates to lose, but the joke’s on her because not only wasmamaEmmy’s first word, but she yells it, at top volume, at every possible opportunity. “I know, but it’s so fucking cute, I can’t stand it. I can’t believe she’s one today. How did that even happen? Like, in what world is that even possible?”
I just lean down and kiss her again because I have no fucking clue. It’s been a wild year. A beautiful year. A hard year, figuring out how to be full-time working parents with big careers and big dreams, but I wouldn’t have changed a thing.
“MAMAMAMAMAMA,” Emmy shrieks, and we both laugh, Evan leaning in to kiss me one more time before rolling off the bed, bending down to pick up the shorts and T-shirt I stripped off her as soon as we got Emmy down for her nap two hours ago.
I whistle under my breath. “Looking good, Rhodes.”
She straightens up, tugging on her clothes and flashing me a saucy wink. “I know.” With a grin, she strolls out of the room, and I hear Emmy squeal again when Evan opens the door.
“Hey, birthday girl,” she says, smile in her voice.
Getting up and tugging on my own clothes, I stroll next door and lean on the doorframe, watching as Evan changes Emmy’s diaper and gets her dressed, chatting away with her the whole time. It’s a weird flex, switching to parenting mode after doing absolutely unholy things to each other for two straight hours, but when Evan picks Emmy up and turns to me, my breath backs up in my lungs, emotion tightening my throat at the sight of them together. My fiancée, the prettiest girl in the world, and my daughter, a tiny, carbon copy of the woman I love, with bright blue eyes, curly blonde hair, and a smile that could power the world.
Evan is a beautiful mom.
She’s patient and fun and she loves Emmy with her whole chest. She told me a few weeks ago that it surprises her sometimes how much she likes being a mom, but it doesn’t surprise me. She has the biggest heart, and she shows it to us in a million different ways, every single day.
I love them both so much it hurts.
“Da!” Emmy yells, reaching out her tiny arms.
“Hey, Emmy girl.” I scoop her up, nuzzling my face into her soft hair, kissing the top of her head and wrapping an arm around Evan. For a minute we stand there, both my girls in my arms, and it’s the sweetest moment of my day.
