And of course I can’t forget Sway, who is usually always at our family dinners.  Tonight he’s taking Davey out on their first date, and he explained, with way too much detail, why he wouldn’t be joining us tonight.

Looking around the table again, catching Axel’s and Beck’s eyes as they make their own sweep of the table, I know that they’re thinking the same thing.  So much has changed within our tight-knit group over the last few years.  Even with the added members in our ‘family,’ the loss of the ones who aren’t here is very much still felt.

I tip my chin at the guys, grabbing my drink and holding it up briefly before taking a long swallow.  Even with the parts of this last year that have tried each and every one of us, I can’t help but pray that the worst is behind us.  I’m not sure if this group can handle another loss.

Melissa’s soft laughter brings me back from my thoughts and I look over to see her smiling at Asher.  Of course, the playboy has his charms on bright tonight.  He needs a shock collar to remind him not to flirt with my woman.

I throw my arm around the back of her chair and pull her closer to my side, leveling Asher with my darkest look before speaking, “Mine.”

He throws his head back and laughs, drawing more attention from the surrounding tables.  “Got it, Fido.  Would you like to piss all over her now too?”

“Calm down, you beast.”  Melissa laughs.

“Calm down?  Melissa, I hate to break it to you, but I don’t think he’s ever going to calm down when it comes to you.”  I look over at Izzy, smiling my thanks for her rational thinking.

“I know.  Isn’t it adorable?”

My head shoots back to Melissa.  Adorable?   Puppies are adorable.  Babies are adorable… I am not adorable.

Bringing my lips to her ear, I lick and pull her lobe in my mouth before whispering softly and reminding her just how much my adorable tugboat can’t wait to get her home, naked, and screaming in pleasure.

Fucking adorable.

Chapter 3 – Greg

“Deeper… Harder, please.”

I pull back slowly, feeling her walls clamp down on my dick before pushing forward again.  Not as hard as she wants, but deep enough that I can feel her womb kiss the tip of my dick.

Looking down at my dick as it slowly pushes in and out of Melissa’s soaked pussy has my balls drawing in tight, begging for release.

“Please, Greg, I need it deeper.”  I ignore her begging, continuing my slow and torturous ministrations.  God, I love the feeling of her walls hugging my dick.  Feeling her body take mine is the most incredible sensation in the world.  Having her slick walls clamp down when she’s as close as she is right now, the wetness from her arousal coating both of us…  Yeah, it doesn’t get any better than this.

With one more push, I bury myself to the root, rolling my hips and groaning when I feel a surge of wetness.  She’s close.  I could end this right now. I’m that close to finding my own release, but I want to make her scream again before I take mine.

I move my hands, which were tightly holding her hips, and run them up her spine.  The feeling of her silky smooth skin under my fingertips has me rocking my hips, grinding against her body.  I’ll never get enough of this woman.  My hands finish their journey when I reach her shoulders, curling my fingers, letting her know that I want her to come up off her elbows.

We don’t need words anymore.  Our bodies know each other so well that all it takes is a few touches, and the rest follows.  She comes up on her knees, bringing her arm over her head and grabbing the back of my neck to bring my mouth to hers.  Our kiss is nothing short of brutally crazed.  Our tongues and teeth nip and lick in a fierce battle of control.  Our tongues duel in a dance that sends tingles straight down my spine and wraps a claw-like vise around my balls.

I bring one arm around her chest, palming one perfectly full breast and tweaking her tight nipple with my thumb.  My other arm snakes around her middle, caressing her belly lovingly before trailing down her tight skin until I hit her slick heat and her wetness leaks around my fingertips.  Giving her a few quick thrusts, I feel myself glide into her welcoming body effortlessly, causing a growl to rumble from deep within my throat.

“Nothing feels better than your pussy soaking my dick.”

She moans against my lips, whimpering when I pull out again. “Please, baby, take me harder.”

“No.”  I know what she wants, and I also know that it’s killing her not to try and take control.  I put the brakes on our rough lovemaking almost two months ago.  I don’t care what the doctors say.  There is no damn way I’m going to chance taking her too roughly and hurting my girls.  No.  Won’t happen.  It’s been the only sore spot between us the last few weeks.  Melissa wants it hard, and I won’t… I can’t give that to her.