Y/n's POV~
As I'm filming a podcast with Fletcher on her dating life, Kylie steps in. She gestures to me that Stormi and Winter are leaving.
I know they are having a slumber party with Lovey tonight. I wave to her, telling her that it's okay to let them in.
Stormi comes in first, coming over and hugging me. "Bye, princess. Be good." I say, placing a small kiss on her head.
Winter comes in next, and I do the same. His favorite word besides ball and Mama is 'that'.
He starts pointing at everything and asking. I laugh, telling him a few things. When he starts getting wild, Kylie steps in.
"Okay, time to go." She says. She picks him up, holding him. Kylie gives me a small kiss before telling me she will be back in a little bit.
By the time Kylie got back, Fletcher and I were done with the podcast. I walked her put as Kylie pulled back into our driveway.
"Bye, guys." Fletcher days before she dips. Kylie and I go inside our house.
It is relatively quiet other than Bozo and Norman playing around.
"Babe, can I use your laptop?" Kylie asks me. "Yeah, it's upstairs." I say.
Winter and Stormi broke Kylie's laptop a few days ago. "Okay, I'll be up there answering some emails." She says.
"No problem, love." I responded. Kylie softly pecks my lips before she heads upstairs.
I go back to the podcast room and do some editing. A few hours pass, and I'm completely done.
I head upstairs. There I find Kylie in one of my shirts. She is lying on her stomach, answering emails using my laptop.
My dick twitches in my jeans. My eyes glued to Kylie's exposed cunt.
She must have taken her bottoms off to get comfortable. Now, she is completely bare as she didn't put underwear on this morning.
What makes it even better is my name tattooed on her ass. I slowly climb onto our bed.
Kylie slightly jumps as she didn't hear me come in. I lightly lay my weight on top of her.
She presses her ass into me, letting me know that she feels my boner.
"What do you want for dinner?" I ask. My lips brushed against her earlobe. Goosebumps spread across her neck.
Kylie hums, turning her head slightly. "Pasta." She says, her lips brushing mine.
She goes in for a kiss, but I pull away with a teasing smirk. "What kind of pasta?" I questioned.
"The one I make." She says. She tries once more to connect our lips. I allow her to get a little further this time. Then I back away again.
"Babe." Kylie groans. "The one with the fusilli noodles and your homemade marinara sauce?" I asked.
I place a kiss on her cheek, trailing another, and another. Until I reach her ear.
I nip at her lobe. I tug it slightly, causing her to moan. "Is that the pasta you want?" I ask. Kylie nods her head, unable to speak.
A deep chuckle escapes me. "Okay, I will try my best to make it how you do." I state. I sit up, sitting on her thighs.
Kylie looks back at me, a desperate look on her face. Practically pleading me to do something to her.
I massage her ass with my hands. My thumbs massage closer to her folds.
