by Jamie Knight
I drop down, wrapping my arms around Cece and pulling her to my chest. Skin against skin, we keep moving together. Shifting our hips in a rhythm that increases the friction of her pussy on my shaft. The head of my cock starts to hit her cervix as I get deep inside her. Her tunnel tightens, almost as if her pussy cannot let me slip out. Yet, I keep pulling back and pushing in — harder and harder.
“Oh, Ben,” my love moans into my ear. “Give me more of your seed. I want to feel you cum inside me.”
Cece’s words send me over the edge. Grabbing one of her massive breasts in my left hand, I angle deeper and pound on her cervix till she cries out. The throbbing and quivering of her pussy milks my cock till I spill into her. Even then, I can’t stop. An orgasm takes over my body, and I thrust over and over through the warm wetness of my cum and her juices till my cock strains again, releasing more of myself.
It’s over. We are both panting, but I don’t want to break our connection, so I hold myself over my love, feeling her skin against mine, and let my cock relax inside of her. This position feels like the safest place in the world. I know Cece will take care of me, and now she has my heart for real.
Finally, unable to hold myself up longer, I lay beside her. Neither one of us can stop smiling. I pull her into my arms for cuddling. My hands rest gently on her belly, caressing it as my love pulls the blankets over us. Soon I can feel her head grow heavy, and I know that she is asleep. My own eyes are tired. I take a few seconds to think about how happy and different I feel. I owe it all to this incredible woman. I kiss her cheek before I also fall asleep, still holding onto her belly.
Epilogue - Cece
1 year later
What a crazy year this has been. So much has changed for me, but it has all been for the better. I'm at home with Katie. She is reading aloud. I'm so proud of how much progress she has made in her learning. I'm glad that I was able to be here with her and be a part of that.
Another thing that happened, our baby Louise was born. I cradle her in my arms now as we listen to Katie read. Baby Louise is loved by all, especially her big sister.
I have enjoyed this past year so much. Being here for both of my girls and being by Ben's side all the time. I love being a wife and mother. I knew I wanted a family, but I didn't think I would enjoy it this much. It's making me question many of the goals I had initially set for myself, especially going back to college.
Initially, I decided to delay starting school until Louise was born. Now that she's here, and I've spent so much time with Katie, I don't think I want to go anywhere. I love being at home as a mom. I feel like this is what I'm meant to do instead. I think it is what I will do. I just have to tell Ben.
I feed Louise a bottle as I think about how I will tell him. I know, I'll fix him a nice dinner, and we can discuss it over eating. He loves my cooking, and it always helps him relax.
“How was that, mommy?” Katie asks after finishing her book.
“Beautiful. You read so well now. After I burp and change your sister, I'll make you dinner,” I tell her.
“Okay, mom!” Katie says, happy. She runs up to her room to put her book away.
After Louise has been burped and changed, I put her in her cradle in the kitchen corner. Katie watches over her while I cook. We eat a nice dinner together.
Afterward, I take the girls upstairs to give them their baths. I sit in the rocking chair and rock Louise, singing a lullaby to both her and Katie. Soon they are both asleep. I put Louise in the crib that is in Katie's room. I turn off the light and tiptoe out, so I don't wake them.
Ben will be home in a few minutes. I hurry to freshen up and put on something sexy. I'm in the kitchen trying to decide what to make him for dinner when he arrives.
“Hello, sweetie. That's a nice nightgown,” He says as he walks in. He kisses me on the cheek.
“Hi, love. Thank you. I just put the girls to bed. I'm making your dinner right now,” I explain.
“Great. I'll go get cleaned up,” he says, walking out of the kitchen.
I decide to make him a hearty meal of steak and potatoes.
Ben returns to the kitchen a while later, dressed comfortably in his pajamas and smelling fresh like soap and cologne.
“Go ahead and sit down,” I tell him as I bring our food over.
As I watch him eat, he tells me all about his day. I can't keep my eyes off of him. There's no way I can go back to school. I love being here with him too much. I haven't even touched my food yet. I'm too busy staring at my loving husband. Even a year later, I'm still insanely attracted to him. Gradually I eat, and we finish our meal together. As I take the dishes to the sink, there is only one thing on my mind. I want to show Ben how much he means to me.
He is about to get up from the table. “No, stay. I made your favorite dessert,” I say, stopping him. He looks at me curiously. I walk back to the table and hand him a can of whipped cream. “Whipped cream orgasm,” I tell him with a smile. Ben smiles as well.
I sit on the table in front of him and spread my legs. I'm so glad I wore a nightgown tonight. Ben teasingly lifts it up and pulls my panties off.
The whipped cream is cold but soothing on my folds. He sprays it on and starts slowly licking it off. He sure knows how to tease me. His mouth works his way up and down, sucking and licking. I can feel his tongue caressing my clit mixing between rough licks and twisting circles with the tip of his tongue.
My husband licks whipped cream off of my pussy, careful to get it all. He takes his time. Each brush of his tongue tightens my core, bringing me closer to ecstasy. I lay back on the table as he buries his face between my thighs. He grabs my legs, pulling me closer, thrusting his tongue is as deep as it can go. Unable to hold back, I moan as a long orgasm tenses my belly and throbs in my pussy.
“Yummy,” he says, licking his lips when I am done. I sit up and smile at him.
Before I can catch my breath, he is kissing me. My hand moves down to his cock. I feel how hard he is for me. It pushes up so hard it practically touches his tight abs. Grabbing it as roughly as I can, I rub up and down, feeling the pull to his skin and the stiffness of his shaft. Ben moans against my mouth.
Tracing my thumb over his cockhead, I tease him until he stands up, pushing his dick into my face. Kneeling on the table, I let him shove it into my mouth and all the way to my throat. Ben moves his hips against my jaw, letting my spit lube him up and pressing his cock head into my throat. Sucking, I hope that he cums into my mouth, but he pulls out.
“Flip over,” my husband orders. “I’m going to fuck you right here on the table.”
I do as ordered, maneuvering until my butt is facing him and my toes hit the floor. Just as I have my balance, Ben pushes his cock up deep into me. I have to open my legs a bit wider to accommodate the thrusting of his hips. He fucks me hard, like a desperate man, pushing me into the table. Every inch of my pussy gets pounded by his hard cock as Ben keeps changing the angle by moving his hips. Finally, he is shoving all of his long cock into me, hitting against my cervix and practically lifting me off my feet.
“That’s it, Cece,” he grunts. “Take my cock. Take it deep.”
“Harder,” I moan.
Ben moves his hands from my hips. He grabs my breasts in strangleholds and uses them to maneuver me up and down on his shaft. It’s a pleasure I’ve never felt before. The roughness feels so demanding and good.
“I’m going to cum so hard in you, girl,” Ben gasps. “I’m going to fill you with my seed and get you pregnant again.”
My pussy tingles. My womb aches at his words. All I want to do is carry another of this man’s children.
“Put a baby in me!” I cry as my orgasm overtakes me.
My pussy clamps down so hard on his cock that we both cry out. Warm wetness fills me as Ben cums. His seed starts to run out my thighs and down my legs.
“Oh, no!” I cry out, trying to close my legs and not miss my opportunity.
Ben
pushes me down onto the table. “I’m not done yet.”
He pulls one of my legs up over his elbow and slams deeper into my cum drenched pussy. Soon my tunnel is tightening again. His cock slides in and out in the wetness, giving everything a different feel.
“Oh, Ben,” I call out. “I can’t…” My head is dizzy. The room is starting to turn.
My pussy clamps down, but it doesn’t let up. I’m suspended at the beginning of an orgasm as my husband fucks me as roughly as he can. Ben reaches down and brushes his thumb over my clit. Aches start in my pussy, there is an electric tingle, then my whole body jerks with pleasure.
“Yes!” he cries out.
Ben comes inside me again, thick and warm. He pulls back, sliding out, and wraps me up into his arms. He kisses me lightly as my body still rocks from my orgasm.
“Carry my child,” he murmurs. “I love you.”
“I love you too! I hope you put a baby in me.”
We are both out of breath. He sits in the chair and pulls me into his lap, where we cuddle.
“You know I could get used to this,” he says when we can speak again.
“Really?” I ask, looking at him in surprise.
“Yes. This is the perfect way to end a workday,” he says. “I’m so relaxed.”
I'm so happy to hear that I decide to tell him my decision right then. “I'm glad to hear you say that. I've decided not to go back to school. I want to stay home with you and the kids permanently,” I announce. I turn sideways so I can see his reaction.
Ben’s expression is one of delight. He hugs me tightly and kisses me. “This is wonderful news! I hope we have lots more children then!” he says happily and keeps kissing me. I giggle and kiss him back.
His response was better than I was expecting. I feel happy and complete with him. I’ve found the life I was meant to have, and I could not be happier.
THE END
Cherry On Top
A Forbidden Hot Boss Romance
Copyright © 2020 Nikki Rayne & Jamie Knight.
All rights reserved.
Chapter 1 - Melissa
The only reason I noticed little Jimmy Marks making a huge mess of the ice cream shop where I work is that I had been daydreaming while working. The sun was setting on the horizon as I was scooping out what felt like my thousandth ice cream cone for the day, and I was bored as fuck.
I knew I should be grateful to have a job – many high schoolers couldn’t find one in our small town – and I had nothing against working here at Unicorn Dairy. In fact, there were plenty of things I liked about it, including delicious free ice cream.
But it was still a job. And it was a Saturday. Saturdays at Unicorn Dairy always seemed to stretch out forever, because I had to work all day, whereas on other days, I used to only have to work after school. Now that I had graduated and was working more hours to start college in the fall, I knew that every day would seem to last even longer.
At least it got me out of the house, though, which was another benefit of this job. My parents seemed to always be fighting these days, and I welcomed any escape. Still, I would prefer something more fun than having to serve ice cream to all the townspeople who came into our popular ice cream shop.
So, after I’d gotten done with the latest customer, I’d allowed myself to look at the setting sun and think about how much better my life was going to be once I’d blown this small town. I’d grown up here all my life, in Middle-of-Nowhere Pennsylvania, along the Maryland border. But I was going to school in Philadelphia, which was as far away as I could get while still only having to pay in-state tuition.
I had received an email from the school asking what extracurriculars I wanted to sign up for. As I watched the colors burst in the sky, I thought, good question. I had been active in band and debate club all throughout high school, but those were nerdy activities.
I thought it was well past time to reinvent myself. Perhaps I would take up a sport, although I’d always lacked hand-eye coordination. So, maybe a sorority would be more fitting, although I’d always been a shy wallflower.
But no one at college had to know that.
I could fake it until I made it, right?
I had been somewhere in between realizing that there was no way I could live with a bunch of sorority girls without going crazy from constant drama, and thinking about volunteering for some environmental causes with some campus green initiative group instead, when I noticed little Jimmy out of the corner of my eye. He was in the corner, hiding near our soda machine and smearing the ice cream cone I had just made for him all over the side of our front window.
“Jimmy!” I called out, looking around for his mom.
But she was nowhere to be found, even though she hadn’t even yet paid for the ice cream cone I had made for Jimmy at her request.
“Jimmy, honey,” I said, coming around the counter and standing next to him. He came in pretty frequently, and was known to have behavior issues, but I’d noticed that if I went up really close to him and paid him some attention, he’d soon calm down. “What are you doing?”
“Painting,” he said, grinning proudly, as if he thought he was Picasso.
“Okay, but you can’t paint on our windows,” I told him. “And not with ice cream.”
He was in the process of shrugging and saying, “okay,” when his mom came barreling out of the bathroom. I couldn’t believe she’d left a young kid out here instead of taking him in with her, but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.
Marla Bash was a few years ahead of me in school and she’d dropped out early when she’d gotten pregnant with Jimmy. She was clearly ill equipped to have a child but no one could ever say that out loud or she’d bite your head off.
“Excuse me!” she snapped at me. “Why are you bossing my child around?”
“Sorry, Marla, but he was ‘painting’ on our window with his ice cream...” I started to explain, but she was having none of it.
“What do you mean, ‘our’ window?” she demanded. “You don’t own this store! Craig Peterson does. Where is he?”
She peered all around, looking rather desperate, and I realized she had probably been re-applying her usual incredible amounts of makeup in the bathroom mirror while waiting for Craig to come in. She hung out here all the time, and it was no secret she had a crush on the owner, my boss, Mr. Peterson – and who could blame her, because he was super hot.
“I’m not sure,” I told her. “But he should be here soon.”
I wanted to add, as you clearly know because you seem to stalk him and to always show up when he normally comes to check in on things, but I didn’t, of course.
Meanwhile, Jimmy had gone back to wiping his ice cream all over the window. I wasn’t sure if I should point this out to Marla, since she clearly hadn’t appreciated me saying anything in the first place.
“Well, when he gets here, I’m going to tell him you’re too busy yelling at other peoples’ children and claiming to own his store to pay attention to the customers.”
She nodded at someone who had come in during all of this ruckus and was standing at the counter, but when I turned around, I was relieved to see that it was only Mrs. Anson, the librarian, who was a sweet little old lady who came in every weekend.
Mrs. Anson waved at us and said, “Oh, don’t worry about me, I’m just looking over your latest selections and deciding what to order. I’m in no rush.”
I turned back to look at Marla smugly. She clearly wanted my job, or at least wanted to make me look bad in front of the customers so that word would get back to Craig, but it wasn’t working.
Just then Jimmy spun around and started jumping up and down and saying, “Mom, can we go yet?”
He was reaching his arms up at her but she wasn’t paying him any attention, and so he started flailing them all around, and in doing so, he stuck his ice cream all over the bottom, front part of my shirt – ironically, just above the apron I was wearing – and
rubbed it all around.
“Jimmy!” she said, looking shocked, but instead of scolding him about making a mess of my shirt, she followed up with, “Of course we can’t leave yet. Mr. Craig hasn’t even gotten here.”
“Waaaaaaa!” Jimmy called out, before plopping himself down on the floor.
Now, he was flailing around not only his arms, but also his legs, and Mrs. Anson was clearly growing concerned.
“Is he alright?” she asked, starting to walk over as if to help us out.
“Jimmy’s fine, Mrs. Anson,” Marla said, rolling her eyes. “He just likes to act out like a big baby.”
I felt bad for Jimmy then, because he couldn’t have been more than three years old, which to me, was still quite baby-like. I wasn’t sure why such a term was used to insult him instead of recognize he needed some extra attention, but that was Marla, for you. I wasn’t sure that woman had a maternal bone in her body.
Not that I did, either, really – I planned to go to college and have a career, not a child. But if I had one like Jimmy, I thought I would be nicer to the poor little guy.
“Please stay there, Mrs. Anson,” I told her, realizing she was still approaching to check on the child, and afraid she would slip and fall on the ice cream that was now all over the floor.
In fact, Jimmy was spreading it out like he was making a snow angel of it. I started wiping up the mess with the rag I had brought over from behind the counter, while talking to Jimmy in a soothing voice.
“It’s okay,” I told him. “You’re just making some beautiful art, aren’t you?”
Meanwhile, someone else came in – the timing couldn’t be any worse, as I was clearly not in any shape to attend to customers at the moment – and I started to think about the fastest way to calm Jimmy down.
“Jimmy, I have a special surprise for you behind the counter,” I told him. “If you can get up like a big boy and walk over to see it.”