Hagen & Missy by ChaShiree M. & M. K. Moore

Author:ChaShiree M. & M. K. Moore [M., ChaShiree & Moore, M. K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Breeding Nation Publishing
Published: 2019-05-30T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Hagen

Three Weeks Later

When she told me her about her condition, my only thought was how can I help her? I felt as if I needed to be strong for her, but at the same time that's not what she needs. Children were always something I wanted, but I need her more. She is the air I breathe.

Over the last three weeks, I have tried to make her see that she isn’t less than extraordinary because of what her body is going through. Tonight, I have settled on a movie in St. Paul, followed by dinner at an Italian restaurant. Promptly at eight I pick her up and we make the twenty-minute drive in silence. The movie and dinner are okay, but Missy's mind is elsewhere, and I don't blame her for that. I parallel park in front of the building, but neither of us make a move to get out of the car.

"What are we doing here, Missy?"

"I made desert. Aren't you coming up?"

"I'm a man without a home. Haven't you had enough of this yet?"

"Don't you have two homes? And enough of what? Are you done with me now that I can't give you a family?" she asks, her voice wavering.

"Fuck no, baby. I take my vows seriously. And I have no home, because you aren't in it. A house isn't automatically a home. I have had enough of this pussy footing around." I grab her hand in mine.

"Come home,” she says softly letting her tears fall.

“Come home?”

“Yes. This was stupid. I'm sorry about making you jump through hoops to be my husband. You must really love me."

"More than you'll ever know." She grins before leaning over and kissing me.

We get out of the car and head upstairs. She looks so fucking pretty in that little black dress. I pin her to the door and kiss her like the deviant I am feeling like. She moans as I lift her into my arms. Her legs go around my waist tightly. I kiss her again as I carry her to the bedroom. I set her down and she immediately lowers herself to her knees. Opening my belt, she pulls my cock out and sucks it into her mouth. I can do nothing but grip her hair tightly. She knows just what she’s doing and before I come, I pull her off of me.

“I wanted that, husband,” she says looking up at me pouting a little. I use my thumb to wipe her saliva off of her face.

“I want that pussy on my fucking face.” She grins and hops up quickly.

“We don’t always get what we want, do we?” She asks, shrugging. Then she strips quickly, and I do the same. There is a fury of clothes flying. She lays on the bed and spreads her thighs for me. Her pretty pink pussy is glistening for me. I lean down and lick her from her clit to her ass. Her hips grind against me and she comes loudly. I move up her body to kiss her.

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