Sweet As Candy, page 7
Luke is slowly following in his footsteps at the age of seven. He’s more of a hellion, though. That boy is the reason I’m greying at my temples. I thought Johnny was a daredevil. Turns out Luke took that name and ran with it, the countless times he’s already broken his arm, jammed his finger from catching, and just the latest, the three staples he has in his head from doing a back flip off his friend’s trampoline and landing the wrong way. It’s been the life.
Chloe, who’s three now, is nestled in Candy’s arms with a blanket wrapped around them both. She looks just like Candy, her soft natural curls are down to her shoulders, with eyes that shine so bright around her toddler face. I’m so screwed when she gets older. My boys will definitely have to help their old man out.
“Daddy, make schmores?” Chloe asks.
“We can do that princess,” I get up from my chair, abandoning my beer. I Walk toward her, kiss her forehead, and then my lips find Candy’s and kiss her. Then I head into the kitchen to grab everything we need to make s’mores. The boys will say its kid stuff, but they’ll be the first ones that devour theirs and then beg for more, basically leaving Candy and I scraps. Chloe has a killer sweet tooth, much like Johnny did at her age. I guess it doesn’t help that she gets it honestly. Not to mention she’s with Candy anytime she’s at the bakery. Candy cut back on her hours drastically. She had to with taxiing the boys here and there, plus with Chloe. She wanted to spend as much time with the kids as possible.
We decided after Chloe, three were plenty and we were done. I wanted at least two more. Candy more so than me, but her pregnancy wasn’t an easy one on her with Luke. She had some morning and afternoon sickness. Chloe was the hardest on her, she was sick all around the clock those first twelve weeks. After that, she was still stick just not as often. When we found out she was having other complications, bedrest was mandatory. She said, “We have three healthy children, who knows what happens if we have another one? Plus, the boys. They keep us active and watch, this one will take after them, and she’ll be in softball. We’ll be living at a ball field here soon.”
I come back out of the kitchen carrying graham crackers, marshmallows, chocolate, and skewers for us to roast the marshmallows.
“I help,” Chloe jumps out of Candy’s lap and makes her way to me. I look over at Candy and smile. This is happiness, a simple Friday night of homemade pizza like always, and ending with family time.
Candy
Once the kids were in bed for the night, Dylan and I made our way to our bedroom. I started stripping the moment the door was firmly closed. My long sleeve tee comes off first, then I step out of my leggings. I’m in nothing except my bra and panties.
“Someone’s ready for me,” Dylan mutters, as he slowly stalks to me.
“I need you, Dylan,” I moan, as he grasps my neck tilting it up, his thumb on my pulse point all these years later. It’s so endearing and sexy at the same time.
“Is that so? Unbuckle my pants, then slowly unzip them,” he commands.
I do just that. My hand dives in, feeling him naked beneath his jeans. He’s soft and velvety under the palm of my hand. I pull it out of his jeans, my mouth salivating at the thought of having him in my mouth and tasting him.
“Please, Dylan,” I beg. He lets go of my neck, “Fuck, you beg so pretty for me. Get down on your knees, Candy.”
I drop down on my knees and lick my lips. I can see the pearl essence dripping off the head of his cock.
“You know what I need,” he grunts.
I take my tongue and slowly lick the pre-cum that’s already seeping, then I slowly lick up his entire length. I do this until his cock is glistening wet and only then do I take him inside my mouth.
His hands are already diving in my hair, his hips lazily piston as I create a seal around his cock. I want to taste him. He’s always so giving to me. I want to give back to him. Many days I’m woken up with his head between my legs and on the edge of orgasm. My man, he’s a giver and me well, I like to give gifts back.
I let him guide me just the way he wants it. He backs off as he tears his shirt up and off of his body. My mouth never wavers.
“Shit, woman. If you don’t quit that, I’m going to come,” he groans.
“Maybe I want you to come down my throat,” I say, as I back off of him for a moment. He takes that time to pick me up under my arms and tosses me on the bed. He prowls towards me, dropping his jeans as he goes. Him naked any day of the week has me wanting him.
“Show me what’s mine,” he commands. I do as he asks. I slowly lower the straps of my bra, taking the cups down with it and play with my nipples. At first, I tease myself, slowly circling the tender skin surrounding my nipples. When he growls, I take one hand down and it skates a path down my stomach. I play with the edge of my panties. Taking my sweet time, I love this game we play. I’m practically dripping from the foreplay alone.
“Play with my pussy, make sure she’s nice and wet. I want to slide right into my home. Get her ready.” His wish is my command. My fingers trail a path until it finds my clit. I play with myself until I’m dripping down the sides of my thighs. Only then do I bring my fingers inside my center, the palm of my hand now on my clit.
The pressure of it has my legs moving, my other hand is still manipulating my nipple.
“Look at me, baby,” I hear Dylan groan out and he’s got his cock in his hand and he’s stroking himself.
I look up into his eyes. His other hand moves the gusset of my panties to the side. I move my hand away from my pussy.
He aligns his cock to my center, and he surges in. There’s no other way to describe it. He owns me completely, my head tilts back and I moan in pleasure.
Dylan grabs ahold of my hands and brings them up, putting them on his shoulders. I hold onto them, as he continues to own not only my body, but my orgasm.
“Come for me Candy, take me with you,” he urges. My body is his and I detonate. “Come with me, Dylan,” I plead. After a few more thrusts, he comes with me. I swear I have another orgasm when I feel his essence inside me.
“I love you, Mrs. Sullivan,” Dylan says, as he shifts our bodies so he’s lying flat on his back and I’m on top of him. We somehow manage not to sever our connection and he’s still hard inside me.
“And I love you, Mr. Sullivan.” I lay my head on his shoulder and he plays with my hair, as I rest my eyes.
“You’ve given me the greatest gift in life, that’s you and our children,” I hear him whisper out and I fall asleep in his arms.
Right where I always want to be.
The End
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Tory Baker is a devoted mother living in sunny Florida who spends her alone time writing about Alpha men who love their women and put them first in everything they do.
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