Locke

There are two hearts locked in.  The first heart has our first daughter’s name on it and the other with our second-born daughter’s name.

Maddisyn was born four years ago and hasn’t stopped screaming since.  She has been my shadow since the day she learned to crawl.  Wherever I went, she would follow.  Her sister, Emberlyn, was born two years ago and is our silent thinker.  She gave us one giant cry when she was born then settled in and let everyone fuss over her.  She’s been the same since day one.

We’ve been talking about having another baby for a few months now, and as much as I love seeing her pregnant, I’m not sure if I can handle another daughter.  The first time Maddisyn told me that she had a boyfriend, I almost lost my shit.  At least this way, with two, I can keep my eye on one and Emmy can help with the other.

“Damn, Em.”

“Looks good, hmm?” she asks.

I help her off the table and she walks over to the mirror.  With tears in her eyes and a smile on her face, she admires it.  I can tell that she loves it.

“Looks perfect.”

She turns and her eyes go to my chest—more specifically, my newest tattoo.  Across my chest, with a slight curve, is the one word that has come to mean so much over the last five-plus years.

BLESSED

Emmy had the idea to add two sparrow birds on either side, one for each of our girls, and altogether, it makes the perfect tattoo to represent our life together.

“I love you,” she sighs, not taking her eyes off my chest.

“I love you back,” I reply.

“Let’s get out of here so we can enjoy a night of you making me scream the walls down.”

When I yell for Rex, he comes to finish cleaning and covering her new tattoo.  I toss a few bills down, grab her hand, and drag her out of the tattoo shop.

Time to get my wife home and show her how much I love seeing my name on her body.

**

“I can’t take anymore, Mad!  Please, baby!” she screams out in pleasure when I bring my hand down on her already pink ass.

I smooth the skin over with my palm before running my hand down to push two fingers deep inside her soaked pussy.  Her walls try to hold my fingers in deep, and I know she’s seconds away.  If I give her a few deep thrusts, she is going to come hard.

But not yet.

“Please!”

“You can keep begging, Emersyn, but I’m not fucking this sweet cunt until I’m good and ready.”

“I’m ready, you big jerk!” she yells over her shoulder.

I bring my hand down again and grab her firm flesh in a hard grip.  “Watch that damn sass.”

She wiggles again, her stomach moving against my swollen cock, causing me to groan.

I give her another smack just for making my cock even harder.  Her skin is now bright with my handprints and her wetness is coating her thighs.  I lean back and drop my body to the bed.  I was sitting on the edge with her resting over my knees, but now, I need to eat her pussy until I’ve had my fill.

“Get up here and give me that pussy, Em.”

She hurries off my lap and climbs up my chest, her wet center slick and hot against my body as she moves to straddle my face.  I look up and meet her bright eyes before lifting my hands, grabbing her hips, and pushing her to my waiting mouth.

I feast on her delicious cunt.  My tongue swirls around her swollen nub before I nibble on her smooth lips.  She cries out when I suck her clit into my mouth with a hard suction.  When I feel her juices soak my chin, I smile against her skin.

Then I smack her ass and give her one last lick.

“You want to ride my cock or do you want me to fuck you into the mattress?”

“I can’t move my legs, baby,” she sighs.

“Then get on your back, Emersyn.”

After she moves off me, I stand next to the bed and wait until her legs are hanging off the edge.  When she wants it hard and fast, this is the easiest position to give her that.  She wraps those long legs around my waist and lets me drive my cock into her body.

“Next time, I want your mouth on my dick,” I demand before pushing in slowly.  “You want it hard, angel?”

“Yes, Maddox, please—fuck me hard.”

I give her what she wants.  My hips slam into hers, and just like I promised earlier, her cries echo off the walls all throughout our house.

(EMMY)

“Come on, Em!  It’s time to go get the girls!”

I finish pulling my shirt over my head, cringing a little when I brush over my tender side.  I couldn’t be happier with the way my lock turned out.  When we talked about a way for me to get a tattoo like the rose he has for me, this was the first thing he came up with and it stuck.

I shove my feet into my shoes and rush down the stairs to where Maddox is spinning the keys to his truck.  He didn’t waste a second parting with his Charger when we found out that I was pregnant with Maddisyn.  I miss it, but his big, black beast is pretty hot too.

“You act like I’m making us late.  Need I remind you that I would have been ready an hour ago if you hadn’t wanted to eat me instead of breakfast.”

“You didn’t complain when you had my cock down your throat, Emersyn, so don’t act like it’s my fault alone.”

I grumble but walk past him.  His hand comes down on my ass, and I turn to scowl at him.

“Sass,” he states with a shrug, dips low, and gives me a hard kiss.  “It’s not any fun when I can’t take my time with you, so next time, I’ll wake you up a few hours earlier.”

“Aren’t you supposed to slow down with old age?”

He frowns and I laugh.  He made me shave his head when his gray started coming in.  I thought it was so hot, but he wanted it off.  So the buzz cut is back.  I miss having his thicker hair to run my fingers through, but when I feel that prickly sensation along my thighs when he has his tongue busy between my legs, it’s pretty hot.

“You keep reminding me that I pushed over into my forties and I’m going to remind you that you need my baby in your belly before you hit your mid-thirties.”

“Hey!  I still have a couple of years to go!”

We laugh and continue our banter on the way to Axel and Izzy’s house.  They wanted to keep the girls last night for us to enjoy a date night.  We had Nate and Dani the weekend before, so they owed us a good night out.  Nate turned eight this year, so the co-ed sleepovers are starting to make Maddox go crazy.  I keep reminding him that they’re just kids, but it doesn’t do any good.