"You're grumpy now."
"I'm not used to all this pressure."
Nodding, Bebe caresses my forehead and brushes away the long hairs.
"Do you want me to give you space tonight?"
I narrow my eyes at her, and Bebe stares back innocently. We sit this way for a few minutes before Lula changes positions on the ground. Our gazes focus on her staring at the tree then back at each other.
"I don't want you to feel trapped," Bebe says.
Taking her hand, I rest it on my cock. "Withholding sex is a low move."
"I'm not withholding anything. I'll do you quick then ditch you downstairs and get the entire bed to myself. That's a win for me, Pax."
"Huh, I get me some nookie then kick you out of bed? Works for me too."
Pulling away her hand, Bebe narrows her eyes at me. "Well, if you're going to be an A S S H O L E then I'll satisfy myself with memories of when you were S E X Y and sweet."
I lean over and kiss her quick. Smiling at her frown, I take her hands in mine.
"Satisfy yourself, huh? Man, I want to see that."
"So now I need to get both of us off?"
"I'll help," I say, wiggling my eyebrows. "I promise to help and help and help until you beg me to stop with all the helping."
Bebe finally smiles. "Are you feeling better?"
"Yeah. I get cranky is all. Work shit mostly, but I'm not used to being civilized so much. It's a lot of work."
Bebe falls over laughing. I roll my eyes since I wasn't kidding. I've cut my cussing frequency by half, but where is my damn credit? Lula glances back at her laughing mom then laughs too. Man, when that kid looks at her mom with such love, my heart breaks thinking they ever suffered for even a minute. No, not really breaks my heart. More like sends me into a rage that only killing a few assholes will fix.
Eventually, Lula can't stare at the tree any longer. While Bebe reads a book to the kid on the couch, I get her surprise ready. By the time they walk into the bedroom, the fifteen inch white Christmas tree is lit up with pink lights.
A tired Lula cries and laughs. Then she changes the side her pillow rests on, so she can see the tree.
"It's plastic, so you can keep it in here all year like a nightlight," I say while Bebe wipes tears from her own cheeks.
Girls are weird with all their crying, but I like how they're happy. Lucky once said making his family happy was more important than winning a fight or making money. If he didn't do right by them, he was a loser no matter what else he accomplished. I remember rolling my eyes when he announced that, but I never forgot.
As soon as Lula is asleep, Bebe takes off running downstairs to my room where she strips down to her bra and panties.
"You did good," she says, breathing so fast her tits rise and fall seductively.
"I like when you worship me."
Bebe walks slowly to me and kneels down. "I'm going to reward you now."
"Not so fast. I want you to beg for it."
Bebe nuzzles her face against the crotch of my jeans. "Please let me suck your cock," she murmurs.
I think to say something smartass, but Bebe licks at the zipper, and my cock twitches angrily. Why do I have it jailed in my jeans?
"You are perfect."
Bebe grins then sucks at my balls through my jeans.
"Fuck," I growl, struggling with my jeans. "Why can't I unbutton this?"
Laughing at me, Bebe pops the button and unzips. While she tugs down my jeans and boxers, her lips suck at the now uncovered flesh.
Once I'm buck naked in front of her, Bebe takes my hard cock at the base then leans forward to lick the head. She pauses and stares up at me.
"Beg for it," she says, and I growl my response. Laughing, she sighs. "You better make me feel good later."
"I will. Now please shut up and suck me."
"Please?" she snorts. "What a pussy."
Before I can respond, she runs her tongue along the underbelly of my cock and leaves me groaning. The pleasure is so intense, yet I get a weird feeling about where her mind is going.
"What are you thinking about?" I ask, pulling my cock from her lips.
"My taxes. What do you think I'm thinking about?"
"I don't know. That's why I'm asking."
"I'm thinking what I always think when I have a giant cock in my mouth. Cocks aren't food. Don't bite cock. Don't chew cock. Don't make this bitch cry."
"Funny," I say as my fingers stroke her soft cheek. "I don't want you thinking of anyone else."
Wolfman is a loser, but he made a child with Bebe. I can't tolerate even a tiny part of her heart belonging to him.
Staring into my eyes, Bebe says with full sincerity, "You're all I see."
Regaining control, Bebe sucks at the head before sliding her tongue along the length of me. I can't think beyond struggling to remain on my feet. She sucks me to the point where I'm ready to let go. Sensing I'm close, Bebe slows down to keep me from coming. Over and over, she teases me nearly to the point of no return before backing off. When she finally takes me over the edge, I nearly pass out from the pleasure.