Page 26 of Forever King

I’m reaching for anything that might save me from another night talking about our upcoming wedding with her parents. I had no idea they’d be so hands-on about one day in their daughter’s life. They need to be involved in every detail, and although my wife has always seemed to be quite put off by others’ opinions on much of anything she does, for some reason, she never says a word to them when they insist on yet another thing for the ceremony. First, they wanted it on a different date. Then they wanted it in a church. Every time they demanded a change, I thought she’d say no, but she never said a word against a single thing.

Unfortunately, Duck doesn’t pick up on my lack of interest in spending time with her family tonight. “Oh, Lily will be fine, and I know her grandparents can’t wait to see her again. My mother told me she and my father bought her a rocking horse. Isn’t that sweet?”

I don’t know if I’m overtired or just not caring to censor myself at the moment, but I shake my head and don’t even try to hide the grimace on my face. “She’s five months old. Don’t you have to sit up straight to be able to use a rocking horse?”

She waves away my point and shrugs. “I’m going to take this little lady into the kitchen because I need a snack before we go.”

As she walks away, I ask, “We aren’t eating dinner before we go to your parents’ house?”

Without looking back, she answers, “No. They asked if we wanted to eat there before we talked about the wedding, so I figured that would be okay.”

Swell. Just fucking swell. Maybe instead of a shower I’ll head out and grab some food before we have to go.

I stand there dreading the next few hours, but just before she walks out of the living room, Duck turns around and smiles at me. “I missed you today. Both of you. I love you, Marius. Thanks for being so great about me going back to work.”

Forcing a smile, I nod. “I love you too, Duck.”

That’s not a lie. I do love her, and I love our daughter. As for her parents and what they’re turning our wedding into, well, that I don’t love.

But as my brothers keep telling me, this is what being an adult is like.

Frustrated and dreading the night to come, I head up to the bedroom to take a shower like Duck suggested. Maybe it won’t be so bad. I try to convince myself that could be true, but every time we go to her parents house it’s terrible. I can’t even amuse myself with Lily because her mother holds on to her like a starving man clutches a bag of potatoes.

By the time I get out of the shower, I’m pretty much miserable. I’ve talked about this wedding as much as I ever want to, and I swear if Duck’s mother says anything about adding more people to the guest list, I’m going to lose it. All I want to do is give the woman I love the wedding she’s always dreamed of. Too bad that involves every ridiculous demand of her parents.

As I dry off, she walks into the bedroom alone without the baby. I immediately ask, “Where’s Lily?”

Duck smiles in that flirty way I don’t get to see enough of anymore. “She’s in her crib. She’ll be up a little later than usual tonight, so I put her down for a little nap.”

“Oh. Okay.”

My wife walks up behind me and runs her fingernails down my back. “So, feeling better? I know what might make you feel really good.”

It’s a sign of how disgusted I am with her parents that all that runs through my head is not having to listen to them and their idiotic ideas for our wedding would make me feel incredible. That’s not what Duck means, though. Even in the depths of my misery, I know that.

Turning around, I see her eyes travel down my body to where the towel hangs low on my hips. “Really good? I could definitely go for that right now.”

She palms my already hard cock through the towel and licks her lips. “Me too.”

I watch her slowly lower to her knees and feel my cock get even stiffer. I’d rather please her too, but if this is how she wants this to go, I’m game.

Her green eyes focus on my face as she wraps her hand around me and begins to stroke from root to tip. All the frustrations of the day and even the ones I’ve preemptively taken on knowing we have to go to her parents’ house tonight drift away with every inch of me she caresses.

“Hang on, baby. I’m looking to make this the highlight of your day.”

After spending all day getting puked on and screamed at from the world’s most adorable yet unhappy baby, there’s no way this couldn’t be the best part of the past twelve hours. I don’t say that, though, because I don’t want to ruin the mood we’ve got going. Far too often lately, both Duck and I have been too exhausted to do much of anything sexy together, so wheneverwe’re both ready and in the mood, I make sure to do nothing to make things go sideways.

All of this runs through my head just before she slips the head of my cock into her mouth and my brain instantly shuts off to anything that isn’t pure sensuality. Fuck, she looks sexy swallowing me. Duck has always loved to go down on me, but tonight it’s practically driving me out of my mind.

I stuff my hand into her black hair and make a fist. She loves having her hair pulled, so I know she’s as into this as I am when she lets me pop out from in between her lips and grins up at me.

“Happy yet?” she asks in a low voice that hits me in my belly.

“Absolutely.”

She runs her tongue seductively across her lips and winks. “Just wait. I meant what I said. Hang on, Marius.”

I look over at the chest of drawers nearby and note that if I need to, I can grab a hold of the corner of that piece of furniture, if need be. I’ve never lost the ability to stand on my feet from a blowjob, but Duck never fails to surprise me, so it’s good to have a plan in place.