one speaking to me for thirty or so minutes. I’d take pussy over the coffee any day, start my morning out with a big fucking smile. I’d do it too, crawl behind her and slip into that tight cunt, but I know she’ll be far too sore today. I gotta take it easy on her till tomorrow, then she’s fair game again. I’m not a completely heartless bastard, I love her swollen pink pussy too much to make it hate my cock already.
“Babe, we need to get up. My ma’s here, and she’s not usually the patient type. If we aren’t out there soon, she’ll come steam rolling in here.”
Alice sits up, eyes wide, looking beautiful but also freaked the fuck out. “Ma…as in your mother?” she practically hisses, making me wince.
I nod, my balls shriveling a bit at my ol’ lady’s tone. I’m a hard bastard, but I love my woman and her scorn does not entice me unless I have the time to spank it out of her.
She squeals, glancing around the room in a panic. “Oh my God! I’m going to meet your mother and I know next to nothing about her! I’m so unprepared. Just look at me. I need a shower and make up and—”
I interrupt her. “I’m taking a shower really quick, and for the record, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” I shrug with the small grain of truth and then walk my ass into my even smaller shower. In the next beat, I’m shoved into the corner as my woman comes flying into the space, shocking me that we can even fit in here together. She skips washing her hair, quickly covering her body in soap. She rubs up against me; I mean, it’s impossible not to. She does pause long enough to shoot me this look, making me ask, “Yeah, babe?”
Her head tilts as she takes me in, “I love you, Ripper.”
I lean in, taking her mouth for moment. “And I’ve got a big cock?” I ask, making her snort.
“You know you do.”
“I love you, too, babe.”
“Yeah?”
I nod. “With every beat of my heart. You’re my woman, my ol’ lady. The diamond I found in the rough, and I’m not ever letting you go.”
She rewards me with a beautiful, blistering white smile. “All right, Ripper. I can meet your mom now. I just hope she likes me, because I’m never giving you up either,” she remarks with a touch of sexy as fuck sass. She grabs a towel and leaves me in the shower for an impromptu jackoff session. Thanks to the show I get while watching her wiggle her ass and tits into her clothes, I manage to come in about four minutes. Embarrassing stats to a man, but one hell of a compliment to the woman in question.
“Baby!” My mother coos toward me and leaps off her barstool. She’s got Powerhouse, Blow, and Whiskey all around her. I bet she was sucking up their attention too. “I figured you sweet boys would be hungry. I stopped by Shipley’s since they’re the best, brought a couple dozen donuts and kolaches.”
Whiskey sips his coffee, then says, “She got the jalapeno sausage kind you like.”
My mom flashes him a grin. “I know what my son likes.”
I pull her in for a hug, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Ma. Thanks for the food. You’re here early, yeah?”
She slides back on her vacated stool, sharing, “Pop’s on a run. You know I get restless when he’s not home.”
“I told you, let me know this shit, Ma. I could send one of the guys over to check on you.”
She pats my chin, and I step away, walking around the bar to get the largest cup of coffee I can find. I pour another cup full, setting them on the bar.
“I have one, baby, but thank you,” Ma practically preens, thinking I was getting the cup of coffee for her. I should’ve at least asked if she wanted some more. I saw the cup sitting in front of her. Whiskey had her one made that has Ma on it with a skull and roses. The brothers tend to be soft on her, like she is on them.
Powerhouse coughs, while Blow laughs loudly. Whiskey just raises a brow, silently asking me if I woke my woman up too. I send him a nod and scowl at the other two dipshits. “It’s uh, not for you, Ma.”