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BOOK: Faith, Honor & Freedom

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“Proud of you son,” Steve says, shaking my hand. He goes to take a seat in the front row beside Tanya. I look back at Lana, who’s breathing heavily, trying to stop the tears from falling. “I’m the luckiest man alive,” I whisper into her ear. She bites her lip and we join hands, as the Priest starts to speak on the best day of my life.

I look over at my beautiful, smiling wife, in the basement of our new home. We have transformed it into our wind down room after Faith goes to bed. I have to admit, I was afraid I would rush her, too much, too fast, but Lana’s been incredible. There wasn’t much I took from my old condo, but my pool table was a must.

Lana bends over to take a shot, and I walk around the table to stand behind her for a better view. Her tight ass is barely covered by the see through red nightie she’s wearing, coupled with that tiny g-string that’s just begging to be ripped off. She really knows how to make a guy’s birthday special.

Fuck, my Sunshine is beautiful. She hoists her knee up on the table to get a better angle on the shot she’s taking. My dick can’t handle it anymore. I take a step forward and slap her ass cheek.

“Weston, that’s cheating,” she protests when she doesn’t sink her ball. I push myself into her, so she can feel how much I want her.

“Mmm,” she purrs, wiggling her ass against my cock. She spins out of my grip and I turn around to see her heated eyes, staring back at mine wantonly. She drops down to her knees eagerly, and starts unbuttoning my jeans.

“Fuck baby,” I growl. I shimmy out of them, and she grabs the length of me greedily. I brace both hands against the pool table. I’m going to need it. She takes me into her mouth in one quick motion, and I can feel my dick hit the back of her throat. She starts moving faster, stroking her hand along the base of my shaft while she works the tip with her mouth.

I grasp her hair, and tilt her head back, so I can look into her eyes while she works me over. Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I let her take me to the edge, until I’m almost ready to come, before I grab her underneath her arms and lift her up onto the pool table. I lay her down so that her legs are still wrapped around me and push her g-string aside. Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight. She’s dripping wet. I rub my thumb against her clit lightly, and watch as she shudders, pushing herself into me. I grab a hold of my cock and slam into her aggressively.

Her hot, wet muscles wrap securely around me, pushing me perilously close to the brink of my control. I bend down and pull her into a kiss. It’s soft and unhurried, as I try and pace my entire body. Lana does things to it that I never even knew were possible. I pull back from the kiss and grasp her hips, elevating them up to give me better access. I drive into her wildly while I listen to her scream my name—something I’ve been dreaming of my whole life, and my baby gives it to me every day. Fucking incredible.

I reach down and use my thumb to ride her clit, coaxing her impending orgasm. The second I feel her start to clench, I move faster and deeper until I find my own release. I pump into her until she’s milked me dry, and we’re both completed satiated.

“Happy birthday, Weston,” she whispers into my ear.

“Finest gift a man could ever ask for,” I whisper back.

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