by Jamie Knight
That was music to my ears. I wanted nothing more than to make her happy. She deserved it.
We spent the rest of the afternoon touring every attraction that Paris had to offer. We even had our picture painted by the lake. It was going to be a memorable trip, for sure.
When we got back to the hotel, we were both tired.
“Boy, am I beat,” said Amelia, echoing my thoughts as she fell onto the bed.
“I am, too,” I said, taking my place next to her. “But, you know what I’m never too tired for?”
I eyed her playfully. She sat up on one elbow and laughed at me. My dick immediately got hard.
“Ooooo, it looks like someone’s happy to see me,” she said, eyes flicking down to my crotch. I looked down, my face serious. I wanted her badly.
I leaned over and kissed her sweetly. She kissed me back hard and then pushed me off of her. I was confused as she laid me back until she unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick. She slowly put her lips up to the head, kissing and sucking on it gently. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my toes curled the more that she licked and sucked.
She took more of me in her mouth, moving her soft lips up and down the shaft of my cock. Before I could cum in her mouth, I quickly pushed her away from me, grabbing her around the waist and laying her onto the bed hard. She yelped, but didn’t fight as I peeled her pants off one leg at a time, tossing them in a heap onto the floor. I didn’t waste any time rubbing my erection against her wet slit, both to tease and in search of her opening. When I found it, I rammed my cock inside fast and hard. She cried out, gripping onto my arms for dear life.
“I love you,” I told her.
“I love you, too,” she said back.
I stroked inside her pussy for a while, staring into her eyes as she tried to keep her cool. I felt her walls constrict around me as she came all over my cock, making me almost blow my load inside of her. I pulled out for a moment and waited for the intense feeling to subside.
I flipped her over and slipped my tongue into her cunt from the back. I licked and sucked on her dripping folds greedily, lapping up every drop of that sweet, delicious honey that poured from her. Then, I got back on my knees, pressed her back down, and entered her. She fit me like a glove.
I stroked her pussy in circles, matching the ebb and flow of her own hips moving in circles. I could feel myself pushing deeper and deeper inside of her. Her walls squeezed my dick, making it swell and throb. I pumped in and out of her pussy, clutching her ass with all of my might until I could see red finger marks embedded into her skin.
When she tightened around me in a second climax, it triggered my own orgasm and my white hot seed poured into her.
Sex had been incredible before, I thought, as I lay next to her catching my breath. But, having sex with your wife was another kind of happiness.
Epilogue - Reid
“Happy birthday!” yelled my wife, jumping towards the door as soon as I opened it and nearly startling me half to death. I had just gotten home from work and it was my birthday. She thrusts a box towards me eagerly, her eyes shining brightly as she looked at me.
“Thank you,” I said, scooping her up in my arms for a hug. “I missed you.”
“I missed you, too,” she said. “Now, open your present. I want to see your face when you open it.”
I looked down at the black box with a red bow and wondered what could be inside. Laughing at her eagerness, I quickly opened it and saw a pregnancy test.
I stopped laughing when I saw the digital display.
There was a big digital plus sign on it.
It took me a minute to process what I was seeing.
“Is this real?” I asked, looking at her doubtfully. “Does this mean…?”
“Yes!” she exclaimed. “We’re going to be a mommy and daddy soon.”
“Really?” I asked, still not quite believing it all.
“Yes.”
We both stood there staring at each other silently. Her eyes shifted nervously and she searched my face. I was frozen, at a loss for words. After a few moments to process, I reached out to her.
“This is by far the best birthday of my life,” I told her, touching her cheek.
“And it’s about to get even better,” she said, walking me over to the couch and pushing me back onto it. She straddled me, kissing me hard, groping my arms and chest. I grabbed her ass, squeezing it as she bounced on top of me. My dick started to stiffen in my pants.
She reached down, unzipped my pants, and tugged it free. She started stroking my cock, watching in awe as it jumped in response to her grasp. After stroking it for a few minutes, she pulled down her pants and positioned herself over me. She shimmied down with her hips, letting me enter her one inch and a time. She put her feet up on the edge of the couch, letting me go as deep inside of her as I could get. She bounced up and down on my dick over and over, moans and gasps of pleasure escaping her.
I cupped her bouncing tits and gave them a gentle squeeze, feeling the sharp press of her pebble-hard nipples against my palms.
“Oh, yes, Reid, I’m gonna cum!” she yelled, throwing her head back.
“Me, too,” I gasped, putting my hand on her back and bouncing her faster and harder until we both reached a blinding, delicious climax. I spurted my hot load inside of her as far as I could shoot it.
We both collapsed onto the floor where we laid, holding each other. Amelia spun around and looked at me.
“You know, I have to be honest,” admitted Amelia, nervously. “I’m really scared. I don’t want to be the kind of parents that my parents were to me.”
A sad look came across her face. For a moment, I thought that she was going to cry. I put my hand under her chin and leaned her face up towards mine.
“You are going to be an amazing mother,” I said.
“And you’re going to be an amazing father,” she said, smiling again. I loved to see her smile.
“I’ll definitely do my best,” I said.
“I know you will,” she said. “You are an amazing man. And even though I’m worried, I know that together we can get through anything.”
I kissed her on the forehead reassuringly, letting her know that she was right.
No matter what came next, I knew I would be there for my wife. She was the glittering gem and I was the metal holding her, supporting her, and together, we made something beautiful.
THE END
Buying Her Buns
A Billionaire and Single Mom Auction Romance
Copyright © 2020 Jamie Knight Romance.
Jamie Knight
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
All rights reserved.
Chapter 1 - Jocelyn
It’s early morning and I’m already at work in the small bakery I run in a quiet Pittsburgh neighborhood. Having to get up and get out of the house before dawn is nothing new, but that’s okay, though, because I love what I do.
Due to my son, Maxim, though, it means operating without a lot of sleep. Usually he still gets up several times a night, which is exhausting. Then there are nights when he doesn’t wake up, but even then, I still have to get up even earlier to nurse him before I can come into work, but it’s all worth it.
I mean, obviously, I love my son. I'm extremely grateful that not only am I mom, but I also have the chance to have my own career and business as well. Although, lately, I have been worried about how long I’ll still get to do it, since so far, it seems to be running on the generosity of others.
I shrug off my thoughts and instead focus on measuring ingredients for the dough. I don’t need to feel so depressed this early in the morning. I still have a few hours left before normal business hours, but I couldn't wait to get my hand in the dough.
So here I am, kneading dough and baking cinnamon buns while watching the sun slowly rise through the windows of my shop. I sigh happily. I find such peace when I work alone like this. I enjoy the si
lence and stillness of the empty bakery as I work.
I’m lost in my work and I’m not sure how much time has passed. But after a while, there’s a knock at the door which startles me in the emptiness of the bakery.
I clean the dough off my hands and wonder who it could be. No doubt it’s some customer who is trying to come earlier than usual, even though we aren’t open yet.
The sun isn't fully out yet, so I have to squint a little to see who's there. I gulp softly when I see my Uncle Bob. He’s waiting patiently for me to open the door.
I go to the door and my heart pounds in my chest as I open it for him. He walks inside the bakery and I lock the door behind him.
I’ve been putting this conversation off for a while now, but I know I can’t avoid it any longer. I turn to look at him and wish again that this wasn't happening, but now is as good a time as any, since he has gone out of his way to show up here.
"Good Morning, Uncle Bob,” I greet him, trying to sound cheerful.
He ignores my comment and looks around the place. I can tell by his facial expressions that he's in a bad mood. I try not to let that scare me, but it doesn't work.
"So, how are things with you?" I ask.
I'm trying again to be polite. He clears his throat and looks back at me.
"Been better," he replies.
He runs his palms together anxiously.
"That's good to hear. Maxim says hi," I tell him.
I'm trying to stall the actual conversation as long as I can, even though I know it needs to be had.
Uncle Bob sighs irritably.
"Look, I don’t have time for all this chitchat. The sun isn't even out yet. I'd like to get back home and rest while I still can," he snaps.
I try not to flinch at the rude tone in his voice.
"Oh, ok. So, what brings you here today?" I ask.
I'm trying to act like I don’t already know.
He sighs again in exasperation.
"You know why I'm here. It’s the same reason I'm always here. Now, do you have the payment on my loan or not?" he asks.
I swallow at the anger in his tone.
"Um, I think I have a little bit of it," I reply softly as I hurry past him to the cash register.
I'm eager to put some distance between us. He crosses his arms and taps his foot impatiently as I open the register. My face falls as I pull out the money. I close the register and slowly walk back over to him.
"Um, all I have is $100," I stammer, as I hesitantly hold it out to him.
He stares at me in shock and his face is turning red. He’s clearly getting angry.
"You know you owe me so much more than that. For months I have been waiting and waiting and you only give me little payments each time!" he shouts at me.
I try to keep my hands from shaking as he snatches the money from me and shoves it roughly in his pocket.
"I will have more soon; I'll continue to pay you back, I promise," I say, feeling a little fearful.
He waves his hand at me in irritation.
"I'm tired of hearing that. It's all you ever say. I will give you a few more weeks and then I'll have to evict you. I can’t pay bills on empty promises. I'm tired of waiting for my money," he snaps at me.
I want so bad to breathe a sigh of relief at the fact that he’s giving me a little more time and not just evicting me now, but I need to appear strong in front of him.
"I understand, and I will work harder to get your money by then," I reply.
This seems to appease him.
"See that you do," he barks at me.
I unlock the door and let him out. Once he’s gone, I lock it firmly, then go back to the kitchen. I can’t fall apart now, as I have tough work to do.
I'm just glad I was able to get him to leave before customers come in and see him. If that had happened, I would have been so embarrassed.
I try to focus on work again and regain my happiness, but I can’t. My mood is gone. Maybe he's right and all this work is futile. I'm starting to think I'm wasting my time.
I start to feel better about myself and my work as I help the customers throughout the day.
Without realizing it, I feel myself being cheered up by how much they like my baked goods and how happy they are to be here in my bakery.
No matter how many compliments I receive, though, I can’t help fearing that it will all fall apart soon, and I will disappoint everyone, including myself.
Chapter 2 - Jocelyn
After a long day of work, I’m glad to be home. I am tired, physically, mentally and emotionally. Technically, it is my Aunt Barbara’s house, but I don't mind, and neither does she. We get along well, and she adores Maxim. I have been living here since I was pregnant with him.
I unlock the door and find the two of them sitting in the living room. She looks tired as well, and is trying to calm a squirming Maxim.
"Hello," I announce loudly from the door.
She looks at me with both surprise and relief. Then she picks up the still squirming Maxim and walks over to me. Maxim squeals with delight and reaches for me.
"Hi. How was work?" my aunt asks me, as she passes Maxim to me.
I put the house key in my purse and take him from her. He wraps his arms around me and pulls on my hair.
"Hi, baby boy. It was ok, I guess," I say to her.
I really don't want to go into detail about everything that happened.
"Aww, I'm sorry to hear it was only ok," she replies.
I shrug. Then Maxim touches my face, wanting attention. We both turn to look at him.
"How was he today?" I ask my aunt.
She lets put a tired sigh.
"Well, he’s been fussy and clingy. I got him to eat and stuff, but I couldn't get him down for a nap, and he wouldn't play with his toys. We spent the last hour trying to watch TV, but he didn't like it," she replies, sounding tired.
"I'm glad I'm home then," I say.
She nods in agreement.
"Me too. I'm going to take a bath and a break from the little cutie. No offense," she replies.
I chuckle at her words.
"Trust me, I completely understand," I reply.
Before she walks away, I say, "Um, Aunt Barbara, thank you once again for watching him. I don't know what I would do without you."
She smiles kindly at me and replies, "It’s no problem, dear. Even when he’s fussy, he is still so adorable, and I love spending time with him."
I smile at her words and then at Maxim. What she says next takes me by surprise.
"Jocelyn, if it's any consolation, I think what my sister did is just wrong. They had no right to talk to you like that or treat you that way.”
I'm so surprised by what she said that all I can do is blush and say, "Thank you."
Aunt Barbara smiles and goes to take her bath. Meanwhile, I take Maxim to our room and lay down with him. I ask him how his day was, and if he’s tired, because he looks like it and it doesn’t sound like he slept much with Aunt Barbara.
He smiles and coos at me and I lay down with him to nurse him. I spend a lot of time talking to him and cradling him while he nurses. Aunt Barbara is right; he might be a handful, but he is absolutely gorgeous.
After a few moments of nursing, I notice that Maxim is quiet. I look down at him and shake my head in wonder. I guess that was all he needed, because now he’s fast asleep.
I detach him from me, and close up my blouse. Then I look at him lying beside me. When he’s asleep, he looks like an angel. I check to make sure he is ok, then stare up at the ceiling.
Even though I'm tired from today, I can’t sleep. I let my thoughts wander about how I got to this point in my life and wonder what I am going to do from here. I usually don't like to think about this, but sometimes you can’t stop your mind from going down these tracks, or, in my case, sometimes getting stuck on the same track over and over.
It all started when I got pregnant
in high school. I was born and raised in the small, conservative town of Bloom, Idaho and people there weren’t kind to single, unwed mothers.
Thankfully, I managed to graduate high school before I started showing. That still didn't stop my parents from kicking me out as soon as they found out, though, which was the situation Aunt Barbara had been alluding to earlier.
I was pregnant and on my own. I had no idea what I was going to do. I thought I was going to have to wander around by myself or end up in a much worse situation.
I was so happy and relieved when my Aunt Barbara, my mother’s sister, was nice enough to offer me a place to live. Surely this will be the turning point for me, I thought.
I was even able to take a chance on my dreams and start baking seriously, which was something I had loved to do my whole life. I even made plans to open my own business.
A few months later, I thought things were really working out for me when Uncle Bob, my mother’s brother, who seemed as nice as my Aunt Barbara at first, gave me a loan for my bakery business. I really thought my dreams were starting to come true.
But apparently things were too good to be totally true. I hadn’t known my mom’s side of the family well because we had left Pittsburgh for Bloom – where my father is from – when I was a baby, and my mom didn’t really keep in touch with them. It turns out that Aunt Barbara’s niceness was for real, and my Uncle Bob’s was not.
I think that was all an act and that he only wanted to make money off of me, because look at how he acted today. He’s been acting like this a lot lately because the business hasn’t been profiting. It’s making some profit, which is all going to him, but I don’t know how he thought it would make a lot by now – it’s something I have to build up.
It’s obvious he thought it would somehow be a huge money-maker right away and now he doesn’t want to help me anymore. I suppose I can understand that, but I don't know what else to do. It seems like no matter what I try, nothing works out for me.