Page 14 of August's Angst

Thank God August is still cancer-free. We have two beautiful children: Murphy is nine, and Estelle is four. It took us a while to get pregnant again, but we are happy where we are in life. I'm my crew’s foreman these days, and the money I’m making is more than enough for the four of us. August is a teacher, but she wants to return to school to get her master's in education. Of course, I support her a hundred percent.

We just got home from Estelle’s dance recital and put the kids in bed. I walk into the bedroom from locking up and find her naked in our bed. I strip faster than I ever have before and join her. I loom over her. Leaning down, I kiss her with my dick pressing into her belly. She reaches between us and wraps her tiny fist around me. She pumps it up and down. Deftly, she slips out from under me. Rolling onto my back, she climbs on top of me. She grinds her cunt on my abs as she moves down my body. Before I know it, her lips are wrapped around the head of my cock. She can’t get much more than that in her mouth, but she uses her hand to make up for it. Working her mouth and hand at the same time, she has me close to coming in seconds. I’m afraid that she’ll always have me like that. She includes my balls in her sucking, and I fucking love that. She knows I do.

Just before I do come, she pulls off of me and climbs on top of me again. She drives her little pussy down onto my wet cock and grinds. I thrust my hips once but let her move at her own pace. She comes off my dick and drags her pussy on theunderside of it, sending shockwaves through me before sliding back down on it. I grab onto her tits and squeeze them while she rides me. Then she leans back, placing her hands on my thighs. I grip her hips tightly. I know I am going to leave bruises, but none of that matters right now. I watch as my dick disappears and reappears as we fuck, faster and faster. Reaching one hand down, I use my thumb to rub her swollen little clit, trying to get her off faster because she needs to come before I do.

“Dec!” she screams as her pussy tightens around me. “I’m coming.” Her subsequent moan has my balls tightening up. Fuck, this is going to be epic.

“Good girl. Come for me,” I demand and fill her with my seed. She collapses on me, her head resting on my chest. My hands go to her hair, and I stroke it, trying to catch my breath.

I move us so that she is lying beside me.

Every day, I thank God for giving me August and for letting me keep her. She is my soulmate, the one I was meant to find and love against all odds. All the angst in the world is worth any time I get to spend with her.