I roll my chair closer to her.
“What else,” I ask my voice hard.
“Greedy. Be greedy.”
“Dammit darlin’,” I say my chair touching hers, my hand on her thigh.
“You own a Stetson, Roy?” Normani asks breathlessly.
“No, don't think I do,” he says.
“Buy one.”
Amy laughs and I grit my teeth.
“Thanks for havin’ us, Amy we appreciate it. Now I'm gonna take my future wife's advice and communicate to her that she has exactly five seconds to say her goodbyes and leave this room with me.”
“Back to caveman, huh?” she quips.
I rip off my headphones, taking hers off too and turn to Amy saying goodbye before dragging her out the door into the hallway.
I pin her to the wall of the small alcove, pressing my body into hers.
“Be greedy?” I rasp. “You tryna kill me darlin’.”
She smiles running a hand down the front of my jeans, against my hard as fuck cock.
“Really greedy,” she whispers. “Like I want this thick cock the rest of the damn day and you're not gettin’ it back until I'm done.”
I close my eyes, my nostrils flaring as I try and catch my breath.
“Communicate then. Tell me. Where, when, how?”
“Where is easy. Anywhere except here. We don't want everyone gettin’ a free show, do we cowboy?”
I shake my head quickly putting a hand on her hip, the other still above her shoulder on the wall.
“When is easy...as soon as we are far enough away, where people won't hear me screamin’ your name.”
“Normani…”
“And how...hmmm...I guess however you want it, cowboy. My hand wrapped around you, strokin’ you like this,” she says running her hand roughly against my painful erection. “My mouth wrapped around your balls maybe?” she whispers, moving her hands lower cupping my balls. I groan digging my fingers harder into her waist. “Watchin’ you slide into my pussy, one glorious inch at a time. That one might be my favorite,” she says bringing my hand from her waist to cup her center. “Or is it you on your knees, my fingers in your hair, watchin’ you eat me like a crazed fuckin’ animal.”
“Normani, fuck,” I growl pushing my body hard into hers. “I should fuck you right here, right now. Look what you're doin’ to me. Rilin’ me up like this. God dammit.”
“I told you I want it harder, Devin. I thought you understood. This mornin’ was bullshit and we both know it. Give me this man,” she pleads grabbing my crotch again gritting her teeth. “I want this. I’m drippin’ down my leg for it.”
“You're not-”
She shakes her head.
“Not wearin’ panties. So are you gonna take what's yours the way I want you to, or are you gonna watch me do it my fuckin’ self,” she grits.
I grab her hand dragging her down the hallway to my car and get us both in and buckled and kicking up dust in about five seconds.
“Unbutton your shorts and take them off,” I command.
“Right now?” she asks confused.
“You said far enough away so people won't hear you scream. Do it. Now.”
She looks at me and slowly unbuttons her shorts, sliding them down her body.
No panties, she was right. Shit.
“Touch that pussy for me darlin’. Run those fingers through those folds for me.”
She whimpers and complies, bringing her hand down and dragging her fingers through, soaking them. I hear the wet sounds and I grip the steering wheel tighter. I'm not gonna make it home. Fuck this.
“Give me your fingers, put them in my mouth,” I demand.
“Devin...“ her voice is barely a whisper, her breathing and the sexy sound of her fingers gliding through her juices is my breaking point.
“Put them in my mouth, Normani.”
“Okay, okay.”
She leans over the center, her fingers sliding between my lips and I groan, licking and biting her fingers and she moans my name.
“Pull over, please,” she begs.
I gun the gas harder speeding up to park by the lake.
“Unbutton my jeans. As soon as this car is in park, we're goin’ back to the bed of my truck and I'm gonna make you regret rilin’ me up darlin’.”
“Yes,” she says her voice barely audible.
I park the truck on the side of the secluded lake. Hopping out and running to the passenger side opening her door and grabbing her, my hands gripping her ass like I'm trying to break her.
My control is gone, and I pray to God she can take what I'm about to give her.
“Tell me if it's too much darlin’. I'm gonna fuckin’ destroy you, so tell me to stop if it’s too much. I can't hold back Normani, but if I'm hurtin’ you, snap me out of it.”
“Do it,” Normani coaxes, rubbing her slick pussy against my abs.
I pound the ground to the bed of the truck and open the latch and hood. I drop her on the blanket and hop up in one swift motion, kicking off my boots and jeans, throwing my t shirt off and sliding my boxers down. Standing naked in the bed of my truck by the lake, I watch as Normani takes off her bra and t shirt and lays back.
“Get on top of me darlin’, give me that pussy and take my cock,” I command laying down on my back and pushing her towards my waiting erection.
She complies, crawling towards my length as she straddles my face, her pussy already dripping down my chin.
“Mmmmm darlin’.”
I slap her ass and then grab her cheeks, launching my face into her center as I feel her mouth slide down on top of me. I hit the back of her throat as I pump up into her mouth, my hands gripping her ass tighter, pulling her down to me. My mouth is crazily eating at her, my tongue lashing in and out of her as I slap her ass again.
She whimpers and the vibration on my cock makes me groan into her pussy. I feel her tighten around my tongue and she dips down again taking me all the way in, her hands massaging my balls.
She starts to rock above me, grinding down on my lips and I smile against her, at her mercy, letting her take what she wants from my mouth.
This timid little woman I thought I had to handle with care just months ago is now straddling me, humping my face as she swallows my cock. God, she has become sexier and sexier. Her confidence, her demands, her assertiveness has infatuated me.
Her hands go down to my thighs and she runs her nails up my muscular leg, back and forth as she bobs her mouth up and down on my shaft, painfully bringing me to the edge then backing off.
I lift her body off my face and growl, sucking in a breath.
“Don’t fuckin’ tease me darlin’.”
“Make me come first and then I'll make you come. You're lucky I'm even lettin’ you, you bastard.”
I put my hand on her back, pushing my hips back into her mouth and she moans.
“Keep up that smart mouth, I still need to fuck you darlin’. Keep eggin’ me on.”
I see her turn and look at me over her shoulder and smirk. I pull her body back down to my mouth, thrashing against her until she's a fumbling mess above me.
She suctions Her mouth on my head, dragging it up and then dropping back down and my legs tighten, as her walls do around my tongue.
She cries my name against my length, and I explode in her mouth, gripping her back as I buck up, shooting stream after stream into her.
She scrambles around and sits down on my length, sighing at the invasion.
“No way darlin’. You ain't in charge right now.”
I lift her off my lap and pull out of her, dropping her to all fours.
I slap her ass as she whimpers and I thrust inside her, grabbing her hair and pulling it to the side.
“Pull it harder,” she pleads.
I pull her hair a little harder and slam into her, over and over, groaning and growling on each thrust, ignoring the fact that we’re out by the lake in the middle of the day where anyone can see.
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�You wanted it like this, you got it. Communication right darlin’?”
“Yessss,” she moans gripping the blanket underneath her. “My God Devin I feel it...so good...it's...I'm gonna come, harder...don't fuckin’ stop…”
I let go of her hair, gripping her hips and the sound of flesh meeting flesh echos over the lake. Normani's voice is raspy, raw and pleading with me to make her come.
My hips have never moved faster in my life and I finally feel it, her walls suffocating me, her cries, her head thrown back, that beautiful little face she makes, and I lose it, groaning as I release whatever I have left into her body again.
We collapse next to each other in the bed of the truck and Normani laughs.
“What the hell is so funny?”
“You...tryin’ to keep your cool. I have you so far under my spell Mr. Smooth Talker,” she says sexily tracing a finger on my chest.
I laugh and grab it, biting the tip.
“Oh darlin’, you have no idea.”
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“Let's go bud, you got it,” I say to Harrison as he walks up to the plate.
I'm helping coach his t-ball team this weekend and he walks slowly to the plate, glancing back into the stands.
My Aunt Savannah is at the fence squatting down hugging Tucker to her body as she gives Harrison the thumbs up. He runs over to her, kissing her through the fence and jogs back to me.
“Go baby, you got it!” she yells.
“Elbow up bud, big swing!” Tucker yells.
I smile at his little fan club, remembering years back when this all started. My Aunt Savannah has become what Normani likes to say, “the epitome of a boy mom” and it’s really cool to see.
Harrison stands at the plate and I put the ball on the Tee and step back, telling him to swing. He looks down at the ball and swings his bat, making contact on the first try and the ball rolls down the third baseline.
“Drop your bat buddy, run!” I yell excitedly.
Harrison drops his bat and puts his hand on his helmet as he runs to first.
Safe.
The stands erupt in cheers and I look over seeing my Aunt Savannah lift Tucker off the ground and spin him around.
I walk over to Harrison slapping his helmet and squat down.
“Good hit bud!”
After the game Harrison and I walk over to the stands. My dad has Avery on his back next to my mama. Aunt Savannah is squatting down to hug Harrison and Jackson has Tucker in some kind of headlock. Damon's arm is wrapped around Bella’s waist and Lacey is standing off to the side talking to Normani.
“Good job, Coach,” my dad says slapping me on the back.
“Learned from the best,” I smirk.
My dad rolls his eyes and my mama slaps his chest.
‘Don't start you two,” she chastises us.
Normani and Lacey come over to the group and Normani comes up next to me, wrapping her arm around my waist.
“Good coachin’ out there cowboy,” she whispers.
I push her chin up to me and kiss her lips, hearing Normani’s name being whispered behind us. Normani pulls back and we glance in that direction. seeing a group of women eyeing us, whispering and pointing.
“Ignore them,” I say pulling her face to me again.
“Impeccable advice Mr. Gavinwood. Every woman in America wants to scratch my eyes out because you put this ring on my finger, it's kind of hard to ignore them.”
“I don't give a fuck about every woman in America, I just give a fuck about you,” I say possibly a little too loudly.
The chatter behind us stops and so does the conversation amongst my family.
“Ducky said a bad word,” Avery says to my mama.
I close my eyes and try and hide the smirk threatening to break out on my face.
“Don't worry, Normani is gonna give him the soap tonight,” my mama says.
Normani giggles next to me and Avery squeals.
“Can I watch? Can I have a sleepover with Mani and Ducky tonight too?”
I eye my mother and shrug and she looks over to my dad. He smirks and I roll my eyes recognizing the Gavinwood charm.
“Hey, wait a second, I want in on this date night thing. Why do they get a free house and we don't?” Aunt Savannah says.
“We can take Tuck and Harrison too?” Normani says quickly then looking at me. “I mean if you want, it's your house.”
“What's mine is yours darlin’. We can take the boys. Y’all have a night to yourselves,” I say to the four of them.
Jackson and my dad exchange looks, and they both high five behind my mama and aunt.
“Drop them off in about an hour. We’ll order pizza. That okay with you men? Can y'all wait an hour?” I smirk.
“We should leave the men and go have a girl’s night,” my mama says to my aunt.
“Oh please, those two will tag along, you know how they are,” my aunt grumbles as we all walk to the parking lot.
“All talk she is, girl’s night my ass,” my father laughs. “As soon as we get home, I give it five seconds before she's strippin that shirt off and beggin’ me to-”
“Alright,” I say cutting him off. “Son back here. Don't wanna hear it.“
My father laughs and he pulls Jackson closer to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.
“How ya feelin’ Bells?” I ask my sister.
“Great actually. We go to the doctor for our first appointment next week!”
“You didn't have an ultrasound yet?” Normani asks.
“No, I mean, they said next week...why, should I have? Is it okay if I didn't? Should I call again?”
Damon grabs Bella’s shoulder and squeezes it and Normani shakes her head.
“No, no it’s fine, I was just curious. Let us know what happens,” Normani smiles.
We get to my truck and I open Normani’s door, then walk around to my side. We pick up pizza on the way home and Normani makes us stop at the supermarket to pick out a movie she thinks the kids would like and some snacks.
“You think they'll like this one?” she asks me, picking up a DVD from the pile.
“Sandlot? It's a classic. Tuck can recite that movie line by line.“
“Maybe somethin’ else then? What if Avery doesn't like that one?”
“How about this? Looks cute for all them?”
I lift up a DVD box of a monster family and Normani scrunches her nose.
“How about we just wait until they come, and we can order one on demand.”
“Okay, yeah.”
We drive home with all our snacks and my mama pulls up to the house a little while later with the kids and their overnight bags and pillows.
“We got some treats for y'all. Go on and claim your rooms. Movie room is all set up,” I say excitedly.
“Try to keep that mouth in check around my baby,” my mama scolds.
“I'll keep him in line don't worry,” Normani says patting my chest.
“Thanks for keepin’ the kids tonight,” my mama says smiling.
“Mani, can you help me choose a room?” Avery says peeking out the front door.
“Sure thing girlie.“ Normani turns back to us smiling. “I've been summoned. Enjoy your night Charlotte, they're in good hands.”
My mama waves and then turns to me, her smile fading.
“Devin John.”
Here we go.
“Mama…”
“You are my baby boy, no matter how old you get and I am in your corner every second of everyday, but so help me God, if you hurt that woman, I will never make you another peach cobbler for as long as I live.”
“Mama,” I say shocked. “To your own son?”
“I ain't kiddin’ Devin. I've heard stories about how terrible daughter in laws can be. I want her as mine.”
“Oh, so it doesn't matter how I feel about her, huh?”
“Well that's obvious or you wouldn't have put a ring on her finger.”
“Mama, you know what that ring means.”
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“Maybe...but do y'all? Seems to me like what you say it means but how y'all act, are two different things. I'm not sayin’ you need to figure it out now, but don't go and drag her along if she's just warmin’ your bed.”
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