Sucker Punched (39 page)

Macy bites her lip. “I don’t know how.”

“I’ll show you,” I say, running my hands up her thighs.

She rises up and I grip the base of my cock, guiding her down as she sinks onto it. I grit my teeth as I plunge into her tight, wet warmth, my balls tightening as I watch my cock disappear inch by agonizing inch.

Her pussy feels like it was made for me.

Macy’s breath catches once she’s fully seated. I grip her hips and start rocking her back and forth, showing her how to move. Pretty soon she’s got the hang of it, grinding her hips as she leans forward. Craning my neck, I suck her nipple into my mouth, making her clench around me.

“
Fuck
,” I hiss, popping her out of my mouth. “I’m not gonna last long if you do that.”

She grins and increases her pace. I start rocking my hips with her, slowly fucking her back. Macy likes it, if her moan is any indication, so I thrust harder, making her eyes squeeze shut.

“Come on me, Duchess. Use my dick to get yourself off.”

Macy lets out a strangled breath, her movements increasingly uncoordinated, so I grab her waist and start fucking her in earnest. Her tits bounce with each thrust and she places her hands on my chest to steady herself. I reach between us and press my thumb to her clit, rubbing it in frenzied circles.

She clenches around me, crying out as she grinds her hips, making my cock bottom out in her pussy. My fingers dig into her thigh when I feel her spasm around me.

Just watching her come sets me off, but knowing it’s
my
dick she’s riding while she does it makes my balls tighten as I unleash three months of pent-up tension. Her pussy sucks it up like a goddamn Hoover vacuum, milking me until it feels like I’m pumping wave after wave of hot, sticky cum inside her. I groan and hold her against me, burying my cock as deep as I can. 

A weird sense of pride fills me when I feel it seeping out of her, like it’s too much for her to handle. 

My body turns to mush as soon as my orgasm fizzles out. We’re both sweaty by the time she rolls off me, and it sounds like we just ran a marathon. I’m still rock-hard as she lays her head on my chest, and I can still feel cum dripping out of me like a leaky faucet.

When our breathing evens out, she sits up and looks down at me. “Where’s your phone?”

“In my jeans. Why?”

“We need it for round two.”

I frown, not understanding. My body isn’t the only thing that’s turned to mush. Macy’s literally fucked me stupid. “Why?”

“Because.” She climbs back on top of me and leans down, her nipples brushing my chest as she kisses me. “We’re gonna make ourselves a little sex tape.”

Tiny feet thunder on the hardwood floor, interrupting the movie Blake and I are trying to watch. How something so small can make so much noise is beyond me.

Luna’s black head perks up from her dog bed right before a smiling little face peeks out from behind the corner. She’s cute, but she’s devious. That smile only means trouble.

I lift my head from Blake’s shoulder to look at him. “What do you want to bet she took her diaper off again?” This kid is such a nudist. She couldn’t keep clothes on to save her life.

Maddie giggles and I turn back to look at her. Like she’s trying to prove my point, she steps out from hiding behind the corner, turning around to pat her tushy. “Naked baby!” she squeals.

Blake sighs. “That’s it. I’m getting the duct tape.”

He gets up from the couch to chase his niece, and Luna chases after them. The crazy train is running rampant through our house, only instead of a train whistle, there’s Maddie’s joyful screams and Luna’s excited barking.

All aboard.

I get up and grab a diaper from Maddie’s overnight bag, then hide behind our Christmas tree-rex. When I hear them coming, I jump out and cut Maddie off, making her delighted screams even higher. 

I’m not going to have eardrums after tonight, but that’s okay. I wouldn’t trade our weekly sleepover with Miss Maddie for anything, even fully functioning ears.

Blake scoops her up and attacks her chubby cheeks with kisses. Her
laughter
. . . Oh my god, it’s my favorite sound in the whole world.

I dare anyone to listen to that and try to keep the smile off their face. 

“Bwake!” she squeals. “Stop!”

He doesn’t. “You shouldn’t have such kissable cheeks.”

I hand him the diaper and he carries her over to the couch, laying her down. “Lift your booty,” he says, and she obliges by sticking her legs straight up in the air. 

He slides the diaper under her butt and has it fastened around her in seconds. Those guys in the NASCAR pits have nothing on him. He’s a pro at this whole baby thing, which surprised even him. 

As soon as her diaper’s on, she stands and lunges at Blake, wrapping her arms around his neck in a death-like grip. Maddie’s a fierce little thing. She’s not afraid of anything and she’s sassy, just like her momma. She does everything whole-heartedly, and that includes giving hugs. 

When she pulls back, she says, “I luff you,” and puckers her lips.

Blake kisses her. “I luff you, too,” he says, ruffling her dark curls.

My heart’s full to bursting as I watch the exchange. Blake took to Maddie like a duck to water, and vice versa. Those two are peas in a pod, and I
love
how much they love each other. It’s the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

She slides off the couch and crouches by Luna’s bed, lifting her floppy ears. Luna licks her face, making Maddie giggle.

Blake watches her in amusement as I plop down next to him on the couch.

“When are we giving Maddie a cousin?” He’s asked me that every time she’s spent the night for the past three months or so. 

If my dad heard that, he’d shit a cow. He’s come around to Blake, as much as any father could to the guy who’s nailing his daughter, but he’s made no secret of his desire for us to wait a couple years before we make him a grandpa.

You’ve only got a year left of law school
, he says.
What’s the rush
, he says.

The way I think about it, I want as much time as possible with my kids. If I wait five years to start having them, that’s five less years I’ll get with them and any grandchildren they might give me.

Plus, we already have a leg up on most couples my age. We own a house. Blake makes decent money at the garage he works at, and the money he gets from restoring vintage cars certainly doesn’t hurt. There’s no reason to wait.

Well, except for one.

I smile and say, “Not for another four months, at least. I have a wedding dress to fit into, you know.” 

He plays with the ring he put on my finger this past summer. It’s a modest princess-cut with a single row of pavé diamonds embedded into the thin, white gold band. It’s dainty, delicate, and perfect.

I love it.

I love
him
, and I can’t wait to marry him this April in Martha’s Vineyard.

Blake pouts as he brings my hand to his mouth and kisses the pad of my fingers. “Fine. But the second they pronounce us husband and wife, I’m gonna lock you in a room, lift that pretty white dress of yours, and fuck you till there’s a baby in you.”

My thighs press together as I try not to visibly squirm. “Looking forward to it.”

He chuckles at my horrible attempt to seem unaffected. “Until then, we’ll just have to practice. And practice, and practice, and practice. . .” He leans over, brushing his lips to mine in a slow, sensual kiss.

We’re interrupted by a little giggle and we look over to find Maddie naked.
Again
. He sighs and hauls himself up from the couch as she screams and runs off, which makes me laugh.

“I doubt we’ll get much practicing done tonight.”

“She’s got to sleep at some point.” Blake turns and points at me as he walks backward. “Besides, it’s my favorite day of the week. If you think I’m missing out just because we’re babysitting, then you’ve got another thing coming.
This
thing,” he says, grabbing his crotch as he grins.

Ah, yes. It’s Monday.

Nothing comes between Blake and Blowjob Mondays.

THE END

I always start these off by thanking my husband, because this book would not have been possible without his love and support. Not only is he my #1 cheerleader, but he’s also Mr. Mom, my BFF, and my sounding board. Even when he still worked full-time, he’d come home after an 8-hour shift on his feet and watch the girls so I could write for a bit. 

If that’s not love, then I don’t know what is. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again—I could live a million lifetimes and never feel like I deserve all the love this man has for me.

I also want to thank my mom, whom I hope never reads this, because we agreed she wouldn’t read any of my books. Not if she wants me to look her in the eye ever again. She instilled within me a love of reading from a young age, and never complained when I asked for yet another
Goosebumps
or
Fear Street
book, even though I went through like 50 a week.

One of the scariest parts of releasing a new book is the first time someone else reads it. That book is your baby.
You
love it, but will anyone else? No matter how many books I write, there will always be that niggling doubt that everyone will hate it when I send it off for the first time. So thanks to my beta readers, Reanell Tisdale and Kristen Wilkins, for loving my baby as much I do.

And last—but certainly not least—thank you to anyone who actually reads this book. You guys have
changed my fucking life
. 

Seriously. 

My husband and I are now homeowners because of you. My daughters have a backyard because of you. 

It’s time for some real talk, guys. Before
Down and Out
, my husband worked in retail full-time and I was a stay-at-home mom to a three and one-year-old. I wrote when I could, which I’m sure you can guess was not as often as I would’ve liked. We lived in a tiny apartment and couldn’t even afford to live paycheck-to-paycheck. I lost track of how many times our bank account got down to $7 or less in the days leading up to payday. 

We’ve been on food stamps. Medicaid, too. We had no savings and no college degree that could get us out of the poverty we seemed doomed to spend the rest of our lives in. My family had a bleak future before
Down and Out
’s success and I owe every bit of that success to you, the reader. So believe me when I say, from the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU.

I love every single one of you.

Thank you for reading this ebook! If you liked Blake and Macy’s story, please, please,
please
help me spread the word by leaving a review. I’ll love you forever if you do, mmmkay? ;)

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