Joslin and Dean had helped raise not only Madden’s two children, Sophia and Tawny, but also Madden himself.
They’d given Madden the opportunity to just be a kid while helping him raise his children.
And as of this afternoon, he was officially a high school graduate.
“Michael, are you even listening to me?” Nikki yelled.
My brow rose. “Yes, I’m listening to you. But you’re not saying anything that I haven’t already explained to you. Five times, in fact.”
She narrowed her eyes at me.
“Well then, maybe you should enlighten me…one more time.”
I grinned at her.
“You need an anatomy lesson?” I clarified.
She narrowed her eyes at me.
“No. I need you to explain to me how plumbing parts have male and female ends.”
I charged forward and pinned her to the counter, my sweaty body plastering up against hers.
Nikki had put on a little bit of weight over the last four years, but not one bit of that weight did I not love.
In fact, I was fucking ecstatic to have a little more of her to hold onto while I fucked her.
Something I was about to prove during the anatomy lesson I was about to give to her.
“A female end,” I said, pressing my hands against her. “Is wider. It allows the male end to fit inside of it.”
I punctuated this comment by pressing my erection into her hip.
She gasped and her eyes widened.
“You…you didn’t say that when I left,” she stuttered.
I leaned past her and turned the water on, picking up the bottle of soap and washing my hands behind her back.
She licked her lips, and I knew she knew what I was about to do.
“The kids are about to wake up,” she hesitated when I slapped the faucet down to stop the flow of water once I’d was finished.
I grinned.
Then my hands went to her sides, and I ran my hands up and under her shirt, pushing it up and over her head in one fluid movement.
Her hair fell from the haphazard bun she’d placed on top of her head, with a pencil of all things, and tumbled down her back and over her shoulders.
Just the way I liked it.
I didn’t bother removing the bra.
That’d take too long.
I knew the kids were about to wake up.
They only gave us a solid two hours at most, and it was already going on an hour and forty five minutes.
The next thing to go were her pants, panties going with it for expediency.
“Michael,” she said breathlessly when I turned her around and pressed her over the sink.
She grabbed onto the faucet for dear life, looking back over her shoulder as I unzipped my pants.
“Yeah, baby?” I asked, pulling my dick from its confines and running the hardened length up her * lips.
She gasped and pressed back against me, helping me coat my cock in her juices as she involuntarily jerked her hips.
“See, to fix this plumbing,” I said, pressing my lubed cock up against her entrance and pushing in. “I need a three and five eights male end. You got me a female end. To get full satisfaction on both ends, one won’t do without the other.”
I could tell she wanted to laugh, but she was too busy moaning as my cock filled her to the brim.
My eyes crossed when she clenched down on me.
“Less talking, more fucking. We’re running out of time,” she panted.
I agreed.
Picking up the pace, I grabbed a hold of both hips and started to move in and out of her.
Faster and faster, I thrusted.
Each one harder than the previous.
We worked well together.
She knew what I liked, and I knew just the right angle that would set her off like a bottle rocket.
Moving my hand between the counter top and her hips, I found the bud of her clit and started to circle it as I ramped up my speed.
“Michael,” she moaned. “Yes!”
I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes as I felt her * begin to convulse around the length of my cock, meaning the end of me holding back.
She did that to me, though.
Undid me.
Tore me down to rock bottom and built me back up again.