Flawed Heart: House Of Obsidian - Bella Jewel Page 0,36
me when I come home from work, and she’s forever baking or creating something. I round the corner into our kitchen and see her leaning over the side of the counter, legs swinging in the air, as she tries to get something from the sink. It would be a whole lot easier for her to just walk around and search, but not my Belle—she does everything the most difficult way.
I walk up behind her and put both of my hands on her ass. She squeals and lifts her head, looking over her shoulder. She’s got flour on her nose. Fucking cute. I squeeze her ass, feeling my dick get hard in my pants. Five years we’ve been together, and fuck, I still want her as much as I did the day I met her. I press myself against her and she stops what she’s doing, and her eyes grow hooded.
“Makin’ me cookies again, beautiful?”
She smiles.
“Are you tryin’ to make me fat?”
She giggles and spins around, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Of course. If I don’t ruin you for other women, how will I ever survive?”
I grin and lean down, kissing her hard. She reaches up and curls her fingers into my hair. She doesn’t care that I’m dirty, or covered in grease. No, Belle takes me any way I come. She says she loves the way I smell when I’ve just finished work, and I spend most afternoons deep inside my wife because she can’t get enough of me. It’s usually hard against the counter or over the couch.
“I’d love to enjoy our usual afternoon romp . . .” She smiles. “But I can’t.”
I bite her lower lip. “Why not?”
“Aunt Flow is in town.”
I pull my head back and meet her eyes. “Blue Belle, did you just call your period Aunt Flow?”
Her eyes twinkle. “It’s a nice way of saying it.”
I snort.
“So you’re going to have to take care of your problem in the shower.”
I blink at her, and she bursts out laughing, wrapping her arms around my neck and standing us both up by pushing me back. “I’m kidding. Oh my God, the look on your face.”
“I’d rather go without than use my hand,” I mutter.
“I like it when you use your hand,” she says, kissing my neck.
“That so?”
“Mmmm.”
“If I use my hand, will you use your mouth?”
She steps back and taps her bottom lip with her finger, acting as if she’s thinking about it. “I suppose that’s a good compromise. Better make it worth my while, handsome.”
I grin and back up until I hit the couch. I reach for my pants and waste no time tugging them down. When my cock springs free, Belle licks her lips. Her eyes move down and I grow harder under her gaze. She loves when I touch myself, more than anything. I pull my dick free and curl my fingers around it. Slowly, I start stroking.
“Do it slow, Max,” she groans, sliding onto the table and sitting, watching me.
“Only so slow I can go, baby,” I growl, using my thumb to slide back and forth over the mushroom-shaped head.
“How does it feel?” she asks in a thick voice.
“Not as good as you, Blue Belle, but it’s fuckin’ sweet.”
She makes a happy sound in her throat and her eyes don’t move off my hand stroking over my dick. Fuck, I feel my balls crawling up farther and farther as I near closer to the edge. I clench my jaw and try to hold it back, fighting the pleasure riding higher.
“You better get over here and put your lips on me, baby, or I’m goin’ to mess your sofa.”
She scurries off the table, dropping to her knees before she even makes it to me. She moves across the floor in that position and the moment she reaches me, she covers my hand with hers and starts the same rhythm. I slip my hand out quickly and lean back, tangling my hand into her hair, pulling softly. She moves her hand down and then lowers her mouth, closing it over my head. I groan and let my head fall back.
She loves having her mouth over my cock.
And fuck if it isn’t one of my favorite things in the world.
~*~*~*~
“You treating my daughter well, son?”
I am flipping burgers with Belle’s dad, spending some time with them before the summer ends and I take over the club my father has been running since I was a kid. He passed four months ago, and now it’s my