Happy Birthday Snoopylover60! This futuretake is for you, because I know how much you love Killa! Thanks for being my friend and reader! I love you long time!
Pre-read by Fyrebyrd and beta'd by Sunflower Fran. These girls are with me always!
Futuretake Part 1
Killa
"That's it, Princess, suck my cock," I grit out, one of my hands intertwined in my wife's long dark hair that's streaked with purple.
"Hmm," she moans as she deep throats me and plays with my balls at the same time.
"Ahh, fuck yeah," I practically shout, and she reaches up to slap my chest, reminding me we need to be quiet or our youngest will definitely find us in our secret hiding space.
I watch as my wife's hand travels to her pussy, playing with her clit, and it takes all my fucking power not to come down her pretty fucking throat. "Fuck, you're wicked pissa hot, baby." I release my hold on her hair, wanting to be inside of her. "Get your ass up here."
She releases my cock; big brown eyes look up at me with a sinister smile on her face. "Ask nicely, cocksucker." She continues stroking my dick, driving me fucking wild in the process.
I lift her up by her arms, pulling her curvy ass body close to mine. She's become rounder in all the right places due to our three kids, and I feel like the happiest motherfucker alive every time I squeeze her ass or feel her against me. Crashing my lips to hers, I back her against our walk-in closet door. Picking her up by her ass, I line myself up to her wet pussy, plunging my cock deep inside of her. We both groan out, desperate to feel each other after days of not being together.
My pace is grueling, as I know we don't have much time. Bee takes hold of my shoulders so she can steady herself as she bounces up and down on my hard cock. Taking hold of her ass, I grind against her, hitting just where she wants me.
"Fuck, Killa! More, I want more." She bites my earlobe, driving me wild.
Turning us around, I sit her down on the large island in the middle of our closet. She pulls me by the hair, kissing me hard. My heart is so full of love for this woman, my partner in all things for the past fifteen years of my life.
Bee lays back on the smooth cherry wood, looking so fucking perfect in her naked glory. Pulling her to the edge, I move inside of her as if my life depends on it. Fucking her the way I know she wants to be fucked, wild and unrestrained. My grip on her hips is bruising, and she cries out in pleasure with every movement. I grab one of her breasts, massaging it, and I feel her clench around my cock, nearly making me come right fucking there.
"Behave!" I growl out, slapping her thigh, causing her to give me a sexy fucking smile, knowing exactly what she's doing to me.
Slamming into her again, I throw my head back, trying to fight the urge to lose it inside of her, but then Bee starts rubbing her clit, her body tensing as her walls clench tighter around me, milking my cock.
"Yes!" Bee yells, sweat glistening on her skin, making her glow like the angel she's never fucking been.
My own orgasm hits me, taking my damn breath away. Our eyes lock and are full of everything we feel for each other. I'm silently telling her how enraptured I am; always and for fucking ever will be. Bending over her, I start kissing her, my hands tracing her damp skin.
"I love you, Princess," I whisper against her lips.
A pang of gilt fills me for a moment, but I quickly dismiss it, focusing on the love I feel for her and not the mistakes I've made.
"I love you, too, cocksucker." We kiss again, my cock twitching in need.
"Mommy! Mommy! Where you at?" Hayley, our two-and half-year-old, screams at the top of her lungs.
"Fuck, she found us." I straighten up, pulling my wife with me.
Bee places her fingers to her lips, signaling for me to be quiet as she hops down and searches for her clothes. "The movie must have ended," she whispers, slipping on a pair of yoga pants.
As soon as Rosa put on Frozen 2, about an hour ago, I knew it was my only time to be with my wife uninterrupted. Angie was in her room sewing her latest creation while Felix was outside playing basketball with the neighbor. It's a typical Saturday at the Masen household, and I wanted nothing more than a few seconds alone with Bee.
"Angie, I can't find my mommy!" Hayley yells, and I laugh, always finding her hysterical when she calls Bee 'her mommy' claiming her for herself.
The sound of her little feet running out the room alerts us that the coast is clear. If we reveal ourselves now, we'll never be able to hide in the closet again. She's an inquisitive little girl, just like her parents.
The laundry room was our spot for about a month, before that, it was the guest bedrooms, guest bathrooms, and our bathroom. At night, she's simply refusing to stay in her bed and every time I take her back, I swear she wakes up. We've had the closet as our go-to hiding space for about a month. I'm sure she'll find us any day, as she seems to be able to find her mother no matter where we hide.
We clean ourselves up in the bathroom before walking out of our room to find Angie and Hayley coming out of a spare room. Our ten-year-old looks up at me with her hand on one hip and Hayley in her arms.
"Dad, do you know where Mom is?" Angie asks, knowing I know where her mother is.
Angie is my little fashionista at ten years old. She's wearing her latest creation, a black silk jumpsuit with glitter all over it.
"Daddy, you stole Mommy?" Hayley asks, a pout on her bow lips as I take her from her sister.
"I can't steal someone that is all mine, munchkin," I tell her, kissing her dark hair that's just like Bee's.
"Naw-ugh, she's mine," she says, shaking her head and pointing to herself.
"Well, Daddy is all mine," Angie joins in, wrapping her little arms around my waist.
"No, Daddy's mine too!" Hayley yells, claiming everyone in the family as her own and never wanting to share them.
"Is someone looking for mommy?" Bee asks, coming out of our room, looking refreshed and freshly fucked.
She opens her arms wide for our daughter, who practically jumps into them, wrapping her arms around her mother's neck and kissing her cheeks with raspberries.
"I couldn't find you! I want mommy cookies. No Rosa's," Hayley says, looking up at her mother with her big brown eyes.
Hayley is Bee's exact twin and mommy's little baby. My fucking heart melts when I see my wife holding one of our kids, so much so that I'm trying to convince her to have one more. She said she'll shoot me if I get her pregnant again.
"I want some of your cookies later." I peck her lips, lingering a little longer than is appropriate in front of two of our kids.
"Promises, promises." She giggles, looking so carefree and happy.
I'll never get used to this version of us. The two kids that first met at my parents' house wouldn't dare sneak off to fuck in the closet, hiding from their two-year-old that can't sleep in her own bed. Oh, how the mighty have fucking fallen. I wouldn't change our life for anything in the world.
"Sugar, Daddy," Hayley demands as she grabs my face away from her mother and kisses my cheek sloppily.
"I'll show you my latest creation later, Mom." Angie rushes off to her room, closing the door.
Taking my wife by the hand, I lead her down the stairs as Hayley babbles on about nothing. Our maid, Rosa, is in the kitchen and turns to us, smiling.
"I tried to keep her busy, but when she's looking for her mommy, she can't be stopped." She ruffles Hayley's brown hair.
"Not even daddy can handle this one, so don't you worry about it, Rosa," Bee reminds her as she sets Hayley down. "Go play, and I'll make you some cookies."
"Yay, Mommy cookies!" she yells, going to her playroom.
"Your kid is wicked crazy," I tell my wife as I watch her bend over in the fridge, taking out a zip lock bag of cookie dough. Her plump ass is on display, and I want nothing more than to take her back to our hiding spot.
Rosa leaves us alone in the kitchen, going off to do something else. I walk over to Bee, wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her into my hard cock.
"I remember you had a hand in making her, too," Bee says over her shoulder as I pinch her nipples.
"It's fun making babies with you. I want to make another one. Don't you want another terror Masen running around the house?" I ask as I trace my hand down her flat stomach.
I know it's a sore subject with her. She's been against a fourth since I started mentioning it a few months ago, but damn, do I want another baby.
"We're not talking about this again. Do you even remember my Hayley's first year of life? You were barely fucking around." She turns, pushing me away.
Running my fingers through my hair, I sigh out, not wanting to fight with her over this again. "No -suh! You know we had the war with Jersey. I couldn't fucking help that. I'll be here for the next one."
"No, Killa, fuck that. I'm not your baby-making machine for you to add to your fucking army." She walks over to the kitchen island, slamming down the cookie sheet.
"I didn't know I was building an army. I thought this was a fucking family … our family." My voice is hard, the content of this fucking subject pissing me off.
Arguing about shit I had no control over is no fucking use. Just because I'm based in The Hub, Jersey thought they could cross the river and do business in New York, and it started an all-out fucking war. There were casualties on both sides, but the Masen Swanatori family had one loss that we can't recover from. The fallout from Jersey led to one of the biggest regrets of my life, I can never make up for it.
"Killa, I don't want another baby right now, maybe not ever. I don't feel like being fucking pregnant, and the company needs me more than ever, with Alice not ready to come back to work after what happened to her …" She trails off, tears filling her eyes.
I sigh out, the topic of Alice and what happened last year still fresh in my mind and conscience. It was the only time I felt utterly fucking helpless, and I thanked God it wasn't Bee because it could've easily been her, instead of Alice.
Taking her in my arms, I grip her by her neck. The fire in her eyes threatens to burn me, and I know she wants to kick my ass right now. "I don't want to fight."
"Then you shouldn't start one, cocksucker." She whispers the last part, making sure little ears don't hear.
One time Angie said cocksucker for about a month. We got a phone call from the school telling us of our daughter's more than colorful language.
"I'm sorry. I just want another baby. I think it's time to even up the odds around here." Squeezing her ass, I nuzzle her neck, grazing it with kisses.
Her body relaxes immediately as she rests her forehead on my shoulder. "You love your girls," she reminds me, looking up at me.
"I do, and I love you. No more baby talk if you're dead set against it. I just love it when you're fucking round with my child, and your ass gets all juicy." I give said ass a squeeze, making her giggle.
She becomes serious, taking a deep breath. "I don't think it's a good idea right now. Alice needs me, and if I became pregnant now, I'm worried it will cause her a setback."
Before I can answer her question, I hear a commotion in the front of the house, and I look up at the security system in the kitchen to see Carly Bee and Brandon, Alice and Jasper kids, followed by my Aunt Kate.
Looking at my wife, I raise an eyebrow. "I thought they were going home?"
She sighs out, shaking her head. "Change of plans."
They enter the kitchen and Carly glares at us, an overnight bag on her thin shoulders. "I'm going to my room." At fourteen years old, Carly has all the attitude of a teenager and no patience for her family problems.
"Stop and say hello first, missy," Bee demands, and she stops, giving her aunt and me a forced smile.
"Hi. May I go now?" she asks, her eyes traveling from my wife to me.
"Go, but only an hour of internet." I give her a stern look, not willing to budge on her like her parents have this past year.
She stomps away with more attitude than I'd like, but I let it pass, knowing she's tired of going from house to house whenever her mother is depressed, or her father can't fucking deal.
"Aunt Bee, I'm back!" Brandon says, running over to us and wrapping his arms around my wife's leg.
"Welcome back. I'm making cookies. Go play with Hayley in the playroom." She ruffles his dark hair.
"Uncle E, did you miss me?" he asks, standing in front of me.
Lifting him up with one arm, I kiss his head then put him back down. "Of course, I missed you. How could I not?"
He runs off when I put him down, always a happy little boy despite everything that has been going on.
"Garret and I have dinner plans, so I'm bringing them back early. Alice didn't want them to come back home again this weekend," Aunt Kate says, exasperated with her daughter-in-law's behavior.
"It's fine, Kate. She sent me a text already," Bee tells my aunt, trying very hard to control her temper.
"Okay, just text us if you need us to get them. I wish she'd just snap out of it. It's been over a year—" She begins but stops abruptly.
"Kate, if you'd lost a fucking child the way Alice did, I'm sure you wouldn't just snap out of it!" Bee pierces her with her stare, causing my aunt to take a step back, afraid.
Aunt Kate nods her head and then hurries out of the kitchen. Bee and I stand around, not saying a word until my phone goes off. Looking down at it, I try to hide my reaction from my wife and type out a quick response.
"Something came up, I need to book it to meet Jasper and Jacob." I put my phone in my pocket, walking over to peck her lips.
"Don't be late for dinner tonight." Bee looks up at me, arching an eyebrow.
"I haven't been late for dinner since you pulled your gun on me," I tell her before I get ready to leave, knowing I don't have a lot of time until I have to be back home.
Once I'm dressed, I hurry outside, passing Felix and the kid next door as they play a game of hoops. The neighbors moved in a couple of years back, and the parents are scared shitless of us. I may have threatened the father when they first moved in about staring at my wife's ass. Fucking chowdahead piece of shit.
"Think quick, Dad!" Felix throws me the ball, and I bounce it a few times before I shoot it, making the basket.
"Watch after your mother and the others while I'm out," I call out to him, going to my car in the circle driveway.
"I'm on it!" he shouts, always proud to be in charge of the family anytime I'm gone.
The kids still have no idea that Bee is the one with all the fucking moxie in the family, and no one would dare fuck with her. It's funny watching my crazy girl, who broke my nose when we first met, be a loving mother and wife. She takes care of the entire fucking family, including our parents and extended family. That's just who she is, taking care of everyone.
I get in my car, stopping at the men stationed at the security gate. "Text me if anything happens," I command before driving off with my own security detail following me. I've finally gotten used to being the boss after all these years. Although I don't get my hands too dirty anymore, I always carry my brass knuckles and guns with me in case. It's been relatively quiet, with the exception of a few motherfuckers either in New York or The Hub who wants to test my family's strength. Honestly, if I'll take out my own brother, I'll take out any fucking one.
Reaching my old penthouse, I signal to my two guards that I'm going in alone. Taking the elevator up, I sigh out, looking at my fucking phone again. I can't believe this shit is happening right fucking now.
I slam the door, walking into the place I lived in for years, wicked pissa mad that I have to keep doing this.
"Edward, aren't you a sight, as usual." I look up at the woman.
She's beautiful, with long blonde hair flowing down her back and a body like a goddess. She's wearing nothing but one of my old button-up shirts I left here over the years, her creamy thighs on display.
"I told you not to come back here." Walking over, I stand a few inches away.
She giggles, and I try not to think about the giggle of my wife that always makes me so hard. "What would be the fun in that? Besides, you know you like it when I come …"
"Do I?" I ask, taking a step back before I do something I'm going to regret … again.
A/N: Okay! Stay with me! It's Snoopy's Birthday! And HEYYYYY, miss you all like mofo crazy! Pt 2 will post next week!