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His Adam’s apple rolls in his throat against a swallow, and he reaches into the side of the couch, pulling out a bottle of lube he must’ve stashed there. Ash wastes no time coating my length with the cool gel before adding a little more to his hole. Tossing the bottle back onto the couch, he climbs into my lap and lines us up, sinking down inch by inch as he holds my heated gaze. His tight heat surrounds me, sucking me in and squeezing the life out of me. Jaw slack, his eyes glaze over as I fully seat myself inside of him.

“Fuck,” he gasps.

I wrap a hand around the back of his neck and haul his mouth to mine. “Kiss me,” I growl, and he does. Fusing his lips tomine, he opens up, letting me lick into his mouth as he begins to move on my lap. His movements are slow at first, cautious while his body adjusts to my size like he has to every time. My chest expands, heart thundering as we lose ourselves to this kiss and the way he’s riding me.

Ash rests his forehead on mine, his breath fanning my lips as he bounces up and down on me faster. “You stretch me so good,” he moans. “I’ve thought about having your cock fill me all day.”

A growl rumbles in my chest. “This is exactly what I need after the day I’ve had.”

A grin slides up his face. “You like the way I ride you, daddy?”

My hands find his hips, nails biting into the skin. “You fuckin’ know I do, baby.”

The outside world fades into the background, all stress from my day melting away as my cock slides in and out of his tight channel. Gazes locked, Ash’s brows scrunch up and his lips part, the sexiest sounds falling from them. Like always, I can’t fucking get enough of him. How he feels wrapped around me, his hole constricting my dick as he takes what he wants from me. His cock is swollen and glistening between us, dripping a sticky mess onto my stomach.

“You gonna fill me with your cum, daddy?” He smirks.

“Fuck yes,” I breathe, heat flooding my system, my balls throbbing.

Ash moans as he grinds on my lap, eyes rolling back. “Touch me,” he pants. “Stroke my dick, daddy.Please.”He cries out as my fist wraps around him, pumping him roughly as we both soar toward the cliff’s edge. “Oh, fuck! Yes… fuck!”

“That’s it, baby,” I grit out, my release spreading like wildfire in my groin. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel your hole choke my cock.”

“I’m close,” Ash moans as his eyes slam shut. “Don’t stop…”

“Open your eyes,” I growl, a wave of arousal ripping through me as he listens. “You look at me when you come, understood?”

Bottom lip tucked between his teeth, he nods, whimpering as he inches closer.

“Good,” I rasp. “Now, milk daddy’s cock. Give me your cum, baby.”

“Oh,fuckkkk,”he groans. “I’m… Fuck, I’m coming.”

“Atta boy,” I growl. His ass clenches around my cock as the first hot, thick spurt lands on my chest. Ash crashes his mouth down on mine as his releases grips him, and I swallow down his moans as my balls tighten and my cock pulses, spilling inside of him as pleasure racks up and down my spine, spreading to every part of my body.

As soon as we finish, Ash’s body melts into mine, his face burying in the crook of my neck as his chest heaves with rapid, shallow breaths. I wrap my arms around him, holding him tight.

“What a way to end the day,” I murmur, and his shoulders shake with a chuckle.

“Right?” He pulls back, hands coming to cup my face. “Top tier start to the weekend.”

After a moment, he climbs off my lap and grabs my hand, leading me down the hall into our room. A smile curls on my lips at that—our room—I don’t think I’ll ever get over the sound of that. Prior to people knowing about us, Ash slept in here almost every night as it was, but after we told Tucker and my family, we officially moved his stuff in, turning his old room into a guestroom instead.

In the bathroom, Ash turns on the shower before undressing me, peppering my chest with kisses as he does. His touch is gentle and reverent, and after he removes his fishnets, he leads me into the shower, where he takes his time washing me. Once he rinses all the soap from my body, it’s my turn. Starting with his hair, I lather it with shampoo before rinsing it all out andapplying conditioner. Since moving in here, Ash has educated me on the importance of conditioner.

Apparently, shampoo only isn’t enough. Who knew?

Once his hair is clean, I take my time, thoroughly cleaning his body, stopping every so often to kiss his mouth deeply.

I can’t think of another time in my life when I was as happy as I have been since admitting my feelings for Ash. The way he so perfectly weaved into our family, and the way it feels as if he was always meant to be there, will never not make me choke up. The way he loves Tucker as if he were his own blood-related son is everything I always wanted for Tucker, but never truly believed would happen. Having him move in and be my son’s nanny was the best decision I ever could’ve made. And as I finish washing the suds off his beautiful body, I relish the fact that one day, this man will be my husband. One day, I will get down on one knee and ask him to marry me.

He doesn’t know it yet, but hidden away underneath my socks and briefs in the top drawer of my dresser is the ring I’m going to give him when I propose. I don’t know when that’ll be yet. I’m trying to take things slow because I don’t want to scare him off, and it’s only been six months. But when the time is right, I’ve got the ring.

Ash Tudor will be my husband, and fuck, I cannot wait for that.

After my divorce, I never wanted to get married again. I was adamant about that, but like with everything else about our relationship, Ash has a way of making me want things I never thought I would.

Turning off the faucet, we climb out, taking our time drying each other off before we head to the kitchen to eat. What started out as a crappy day has turned into one I’ll remember for years to come, and as we curl up together in bed, I can’t help but feel so overwhelmed with the love I feel for him. It’s all-consuming.

Glancing down at him, I brush a strand of wet, slightly curly hair off his forehead. “I love you, Ash.”

His gaze softens and his cheeks pink up the same way they always do when I tell him that. “I love you, Finn.”

Through all the struggles, all the years of being alone, everything worked out, and I couldn’t be happier.

The End.