by James, J. P.
“Hey babe. How was work?” I ask, trying to play it cool.
“It was alright,” he says. “How was your day?”
“Mine was okay,” I say as I scoop a large helping of garlic mashed potatoes onto his plate.
It’s so hard to keep the pregnancy from him because we never keep secrets from each other. He’s my best friend and I tell him absolutely everything. He’s going to flip though upon hearing the news. I place his plate in front of him and try to hide my huge grin. If he sees me smiling from ear to ear, he’ll know something’s up.
“Thank you, baby,” he says, digging into the food. “Looks delicious.”
“You’re welcome,” I say.
I still love cooking for him, and he cherishes the way I keep our home clean. I thought our passion would have dimmed a bit by now, but we adore each other as much as we did when we first met. His heart beat is still my favorite sound and his strong arms are still my favorite place to rest. There’s nothing else on this whole planet quite like our love.
I take a seat across from him and take a bite from my plate. The food warms my belly and I can’t help but smile. Our love is the strongest thing I’ve ever known because it can move mountains, make the Earth shake and now, we even have a baby on the way! Bryce is busy devouring his plate, so I keep my secret a little while longer. A hungry man needs his sustenance.
Finally, we finish eating. “Thank you for dinner,” he says sincerely.
“Thank you for doing the dishes,” I say.
“It’s the least I can do. You take great care of me and our home. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you,” he says, his words bringing tears to my eyes. I’ve been so emotional lately with the surrogacy and all, but now we have a positive answer.
“I’m the lucky one,” I say, trying not to cry.
He kisses me softly, sending tingles through my body. He breaks from our smooch, but I pull him back in for another. I could kiss those lips all day long.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. My cock twitches hungrily as we passionately lock lips. I want to tell him about the baby, but that news will have to wait because my body is yearning to feel him inside of me. He gently pushes me against the wall, making me want him even more. I loosen his tie and toss it to the other side of the kitchen. He takes my shirt and pulls it open, both of our clothes flying through the air.
He lays my naked body onto the kitchen table and spreads my legs wide open, gripping my heels so that my asshole is revealed. My heart races as he stares at my tiny pucker.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs before slowly pushing his fingers into his mouth, and then down towards my anus. Those digits delicately stroke my back door, and I moan as my dick begins to drip.
“Baby do it harder,” I purr. He pushes his fingers inside of me, causing my toes to curl.
“Like this?” he says, his baritone voice giving me chills.
“Yes,” I manage. I can’t even remember my name right now.
Bryce presses his lips against my opening, swirling his tongue around it. I claw at his shoulders as he sucks on the delicate pleats between my thighs before easing his tongue in. My entire body is tingling and it feels like electricity is surging through my veins. I bite my lip as his fingers penetrate my back door gently, and then harder. My body is nearing its peak.
“Don’t stop, please,” I beg him. “I’m about to come.” My voice trembles as I utter the words. He rotates his fingers in my hole gently, stirring them, and my body shakes on top of the kitchen table. Oh shit, here it comes. Warm sticky semen shoots from my cock and all over my chest as I moan at the top of my lungs.
“Oh Bryce!” his name flows from my lips like a song, and I sing it proudly.
My muscular hunk lifts me into the air and pins me up against the wall then. I wrap my legs around his waist as he probes gently with the head of his tool. Oh god. My anus is dying to be stretched by that hot pole, and I spread my legs wider to give him access.
“That’s it,” he grunts in my ear. “Take my cock, baby.”
Bryce lifts me so that I’m positioned exactly right, and then slowly drops my ass onto his huge pole. My eyes go wide and a gasp leaves my chest. Even though I’ve taken him thousands of times now, I still can’t get used to his giant size. He’s so big, and I let out another throaty moan as my anus gets stretched.
Bryce kisses my neck as he thrusts his rock hard rod into my tight hole.
“You’re so small,” he whispers.
He nibbles my ear as he our bodies slide against with one another. His strokes are hard and powerful, each one hitting my prostate. My eyes roll back as he feeds my sexual appetite, satisfying my every need. We always have the most gratifying sex, and this is no exception.
We share an intense kiss as he pushes deep into my bottom. I quake in his arms, my body ready to orgasm again. Bryce picks up the pace, grunting as he thrusts his cock inside of me faster, giving me long, thorough strokes. I can tell I’m not the only one that’s close to coming. I love it when we arrive together, our bodies in sync. I caress his broad shoulders and we kiss passionately again.
“I’m about to come,” I moan.
“Me too,” he rasps.
Simultaneously our bodies erupt and I can feel a warm shot of cum squirt inside of me. Our voices intertwine as we both cry out, creating a harmony. Hot semen jets from my dick and all over both our stomachs, coating us in creamy jism. My ass clenches and spasms again and again, as I’m catapulted into ecstatic bliss.
Slowly, we come down to Earth and Bryce heaves a sigh as he tries to catch his breath. He leans his forehead against my shoulder, keeping my body pinned against the wall.
I gently kiss his lips, feeling completely satisfied. He lets me down to the ground and holds me in his arms, our sweaty bodies still glued together. The tall broad-shouldered man loves me, and always treats me like a jewel.
“I have something to tell you,” I utter as I caress his back.
“What is it?” he asks, still trying to catch his breath.
“It’s a surprise,” I say. I grab his hand and pull him, stumbling, toward our bedroom. “Follow me.” He does without hesitation.
My heart races with each step we take. He’s going to be so happy when he finds out about the baby. We walk into the bedroom and he takes a seat on the bed. I dash into the adjoining office, and come back with the letter.
“We’re going to have a baby, Bryce,” I say in a soft voice.
My lover stares at the paper before grabbing it and reading it intently.
“The surrogate’s pregnant?” he asks with disbelief.
“She is,” I confirm. “We’re going to be dads.”
To my surprise, tears begin to form in Bryce’s eyes. I’m surprised because my man is so alpha that he never cries, but I guess this is an exception.
“I’m so happy,” he says in a broken voice as the tears spill over. “We’re going to be fathers together.”
I clasp his hand, but then Bryce jumps up and dashes out of our bedroom. What could he be up to? I peek down the hallway, but I can’t see where he’s gone. I take a seat on our bed and wait for him to return. This is really strange. We just found out that we’re expecting a baby. What could be more amazing than that?
Bryce strides back into our bedroom, but he’s hiding something behind his back. I try to peek around him to see what it is, but I can’t tell what he’s holding.
“What’s that?” I ask curiously.
“Do you still want to spend the rest of your life with me?” he asks.
“Of course,” I say. “You know that, sweetheart.”
But Bryce has something else on his mind. He drops down on one knee and reveals the tiny box he was hiding behind his back, causing me to gasp. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you too, Conor. We share the kind of love that other people only dream about. Will you please do me the honor of being my husband?” he asks.
“I – I,” is my stutter
. But then I nod emphatically. “Yes, Bryce. Absolutely yes.”
He chuckles as he slides the ring onto my finger. I turn my hand from side to side, admiring the way the silver band glints under the light.
“I don’t have a ring for you yet,” is my soft admission. “But I love this one.”
He smiles. “This is part of a matched set,” he says, pulling another box from his pocket, and revealing another beautiful silver band. “See? There’s two of them.” This time, I slip the ring onto his finger, and we admire them together.
“Husbands,” I say.
“Fathers,” he agrees, and we kiss again, our passion coming to the fore. After all, how could life be any better? I’ve left my tiny hometown for life in the big city with the man of my dreams. Although Bryce is my second husband, I now know that there’s no shame in parading our love. Love is love, no matter how fast it finds you, and I’ll never hide from it again. Bryce is mine, I am his, and we were always meant to be together.
The End
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