clothes locked away in a hope chest, and memory of mocking laughter at her darkest moments held her back. She hadn’t been strong enough to face the rejection of his family again, hadn’t been strong enough to tell him everything that had happened.
But Devon’s Nana had changed everything with the letter she had left as the last of her legacy.
Dearest Ashley,
I gave up a lot in my life. Nothing I regretted more however than the love of my life. My family didn’t approve of him, you see. They had other plans for me.
And so I have spent most of my life alone, surrounded by a family that I grew to resent just as much as I hated the man my family forced me to marry. Devon has been the only bright light in my life, the child of my eldest. He is my legacy.
Don’t walk away from him. Fight for him, as I didn’t fight for my beloved. Screw the rest of the family. I’ve done all I can to protect you from them, and from the secret that you need to hold close to your heart. For you see, I didn’t tell anyone, although I suspect my husband knew, that I was pregnant when I married him.
His father was brought to life out of love, and that love continues on in Devon.
Losing Devon’s dad a few years back was almost as hard on me as when I had to walk away from his father. When your baby died, and you left, the sun stopped shining for two of us – Devon and myself. He deserves more than he will ever find with his kin, and he is coming to realize that.
I don’t know what all passed between you and my children, but if it is true to their form, it was hellish and completely unfair. Blame them, hate them. But don’t punish Devon, and yourself.
Remember dear, now you can tell the family to go to hell, and they can’t do a thing about it. Saving face is important to them, but money is at the heart of all that they do. My husband taught them well. I hope that my passing gives you the means to rekindle what was once there, and save what I lost.
All my love, and greatest affection,
Lillian
Wrapping her legs around her husband’s waist, she arched against him as his lips trailed down to her breasts. “I love you too,” she gasped as his cock rubbed against the cleft of her body, teasing her with what was to come.
Gently, as he always had, he lifted her up, her moist nether lips pressed against his stomach, her breasts dangling in front of his face. As if he had all the time in the world, he stroked his tongue over one of her nipples. Nipping at it lightly with his teeth, he tugged just enough to draw a gasp of pleasure-pain from her before turning his attention to the other nipple.
Lavishing equal attention between her two nipples, he alternated back and forth, curling his tongue around the hardened bud and nipping at it with his strong teeth.
Ashley clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into the tanned flesh as her body demanded more. She wanted him to fill her, to make her feel whole again as she hadn’t felt since she left him. Her body ached in memory of what it was like to have his cock push deep into her pussy, stretching her until she thought she would scream from the sweet sensations.
Breathless, she started begging, “Devon, please!” hoping he would finally join them together. Thankfully, he understood and brought her back down his body, his cock nudging at her outer lips, then slipping partway into her core. Trembling at the flush of sensations, Ashley wiggled in his arms, eager to deepen their contact.
“I can’t go through this again. Whatever happens, we work through it together.”
Ashley’s eyes flared open and she looked into his blue ones, startled to find tears shimmering in their depths. “Yes,” she agreed, heartbroken that she had hurt him so badly, “I promise we will.” At the time, it had seemed the only way. Now she knew she should have trusted him to help her, trusted him to choose her, to love her enough.
He jerked his hips and fully seated himself within her, then