by Skye Darrel
I’m three months pregnant and starting to show. That doesn’t stop Jaime in the least. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
We’re still living in my apartment because Jaime insists on building a dream house on our ten-acre plot just outside of town. More like a castle. It'll take a year to complete. The decade Jaime spent in Boston’s underworld wasn’t all police work. He has enough money hidden away to last forever. Enough that he’s also building a new store near the highway exit. It’ll be a gift shop, a replica of the one my parents had.
Forever is what we share.
In the meantime, he spends his days volunteering with the local sheriff. He goes around town doing handiwork for free. With his Boston accent, Jaime stands out like a sore thumb. Lots of people think he’s dangerous, and a year ago they’d be right. Not anymore. The whole town is warming up to him.
Except my grandparents. They’re still suspicious of Jaime’s intentions. Oh, they know the basics of course. But Grandpa is very traditional and super protective of me. When he found out I was getting married, he agreed to walk me down the aisle. Then he showed up at the wedding with a shotgun.
It almost ruined the occasion. Grandma saved the day when she tossed the gun out a window. But she wasn’t too happy either, and they haven’t visited us since. I think they like Chomper more than they like Jaime.
A finger slides over my clit.
“Have you been a good girl today?” Jaime’s deep voice stirs the heat between my thighs.
The words roll off my tongue, so deliciously naughty, “Yes, Daddy.”
“Did you play with your little pussy without my permission?” His breaths land on my neck. “Did you cum today without permission, Nicole?”
He tickles my clit making me gasp. We spent the whole day together, and he knows I’ve done nothing but prepare brochures for my store’s grand opening next month.
That doesn’t matter though. It’s our playtime.
“Yes, Daddy. I was very naughty.”
“What do you think your punishment should be?”
“Um . . . a spanking?”
Jaime pulls off my blindfold, brushing his thumb down my cheek. He’s naked, and his hard cock is lined up between my thighs. A faint smile plays over his lips. “No punishment tonight, Princess. You’ll cum for me instead.”
The starving expression on Jaime’s face has me aching to be filled.
Daddy wastes no time.
I throw my head back as he thrusts into me, pumping his thick cock in my heat. My walls clench tighter as pleasure sweeps through my body. We climax together, our bodies entwined.
“You made me the luckiest man in the world,” Jaime says. “I love you.”
“I know.” I grasp his shoulders and arch. “Say something dirty, Daddy. Make me cum again.”
“How dirty?”
I lick my lips, squeezing his cock still inside me. “Dirtier than what I’m thinking.”
“And what are you thinking, Princess?”
I give Jaime a cute pout that makes him growl. “Sucking your big cock, Daddy.”
His eyes bulge, and I feel his muscles shudder. “Your turn,” I say.
Jamie squeezes my tender breasts. “When these tits get big with milk, do you know what I’ll do?”
“W-What?”
His eyes have that feral light in them, and I feel his erection throbbing. I feel his tongue on my earlobe as electricity buzzes at the base of my spine. Then he whispers, “I’m going to drink your milk, Princess. I’ll wet my cock with it too, get myself nice and slick before I fuck your pretty little asshole.”
“Jaime!”
“Dirty enough for you?”
“I can’t believe you said that.” My face is a furnace. “That’s filthy.”
“Only for you,” he whispers, grinding slowly into me. “Only for you.”
Someone knocks on our door. My apartment is one room and a bathroom, and there's no way to ignore a guest that won’t go away.
“Damn it,” Jaime groans as I push him off.
“We’d better get that. You can be filthy later.” After he pulls out, I give his cock a quick stroke. “But not that filthy.”
He kisses my belly. “As you command, my love.”
We dress quickly, teasing each other with heated looks. Jaime is a worldly man, but when it comes to the bedroom, he’s totally out of control. Maybe it has to do with all those years he spent alone. Deep down, I love it.
The knocks turn to bangs of fist against wood. It could be someone from town. These days, people are always dropping by to ask Jaime for help. But I have a feeling . . .
We open the door to see Grandma and Grandpa standing outside.
I quickly tug my skirt lower and stand straighter.
Jaime clears his throat and lowers his eyes in respect. “Mr. Burch, Mrs. Burch—we weren’t expecting you.”
“That was the point,” Grandpa says gruffly.
Grandma Janet nudges his ribs. “Nikki, we’d like to invite you over for Thanksgiving. Mr. Sullivan is welcome too. Right, Michael?”
My grandfather grumbles. “I wish to speak with Mr. Sullivan for a moment in private. That okay, Nikki?”
“Um, sure.”
“Please,” Jaime says. “Call me Jaime.”
They walk down the hallway outside and huddle.
Grandma takes me aside. “How are you, sweetheart?”
“Perfect,” I say.
“Are you sure?”
I roll my eyes. “Yes, Grandma.”
She pecks me on the head. Jaime and my grandfather return, and they seem to have reached an understanding. They shake hands with solemn faces.
“Stay out of trouble,” Grandpa says to me.
After they leave, I ask Jaime what that was all about.
“Your grandfather informed me in no uncertain terms that I must do right by you. He wanted my promise that I devote my earthly existence to your happiness. If I screw up, there will be consequences.”
That’s just like Grandpa. “Consequences?”
“He said he’d cut my balls off. I’m quoting his words here.”
I blush and giggle. “Sounds fair.”
Jaime smiles, and he guides me to the wall, opening his jeans, pushing between my thighs. “My life is yours, Nicole. Every second of every day until the end of time.”
His cock enters my sex as he picks me off the floor. My toes curled, I tuck my legs up to clamp around Jaime’s waist. I feel him deep inside me, and his abs rub against my belly. I lean my head back and gasp.
He’s the man of my dreams, and we found each other by chance in a dark place. We became each other’s light. Was it just luck? Maybe. Or maybe, as Jaime likes to say, it was fate all along.
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The End
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