by C. M. Steele
“Soon everyone will see I’m carrying your baby.”
“True, but it’s not soon enough for me. Maybe I should leave this here,” I whisper against her pulse before sucking on her throat until she has the lightest mark. She grinds on me, rocking her hips, and I know she’s so fucking close to coming for me. “That’s not enough, and I don’t like marring your beautiful skin.”
“Fuck, Roman. I’m coming.” She shakes, riding my hand while I twist her hard nipples, pinching them between my fingers.
“Good girl—come on my fingers. Next one is on my tongue, and then on my thick fucking cock. I’m going to have you screaming my name all night, Amelia. Do you know why?”
“Because I’m yours.”
“That’s right, and I have to take care of what’s mine…Forever.” I slip my fingers from her slit and stick them in my mouth because I’m a greedy motherfucker and I need a taste of her now.
“I need to take care of you too.”
“Oh, Amelia, you have given me the world already, but I will have your pretty lips wrapped around my cock sometime tonight.”
The intercom buzzes. “Yes, Johnson?”
“Sir, there’s a little bit of congestion. It’s going to take another ten minutes to get home.”
“That’s fine, Johnson.”
“I don’t need a full ten,” she whispers, unzipping my pants and dropping her head. Fuck, I don’t need one minute. The second her lips wrap around the head, I’m about to explode. My woman has no idea what she’s doing to me. I grip the seat because I know I’ll lose control and hurt her head if I give in and take over, fucking her throat.
“That’s it, Princess. I’m so fucking close. Take it down. Get ready because you know I’d hate to ruin your pretty dress.” I pump my hips while she strokes me from base to her mouth, and then she hums around me and I lose it. “I love you, Amelia. Now swallow every fucking last drop,” I roar, spraying her tonsils with my first round of the night. She pulls off of my cock and then swipes her tongue along her lips, making sure she didn’t miss a spot before tucking me back in my pants.
“Damn, Amelia, you’re my everything.”
We pull up to the building just as Johnson said, and I help Amelia out of the back. Sweeping her up into my arms, I cradle her body against mine as I take us up. When we enter the house, I look at her and find her staring up at me.
“Roman, I can’t believe you picked me. I feel like I won a fangirl’s dream. The man in the flesh is even better than I had fantasized about.”
“We need to talk more about these fantasies because I have a feeling they’re going to be fun.”
“Nothing compares to the real you.”
“God, I want to marry you right now.”
“You want to marry me?”
“Of course I do. I love you, Amelia. You’re having my baby. Fuck, I never want you to leave me. I’m sure you’re not ready for all that, but well…” I drop down on one knee and pull out the ring I’ve been storing in my pocket all evening. “I love you and need you more than I need to breathe. Will you marry me?”
“Of course. Yes, of course.” Her jaw drops open when she feels the weight of the stone on her hand. “Oh my goodness, you shouldn’t have. It’s too expensive.”
“I’m super rich, Amelia. I would have gotten a bigger stone, but I don’t want it to hurt your hand.”
“It’s so beautiful and sweet. I can’t believe it. Roman get up here and kiss me.” She grabs my lapels and pulls me. Although she’s not strong enough to lift me, I pop up on my feet, willing to always meet that demand.
We make out wildly, and then I pause and pull back. “What’s wrong?”
“I have some promises to keep.” I slide the zipper down on her dress, then let it fall to the floor before I drop to my knees and make her scream my name. We don’t make it to the bed when I finally sink my cock deep inside her, but the plush area rug on the floor does the trick nicely.
Epilogue
Six years later…
Roman
My sons and I stand on the shores of Italy, watching the waves go while we wait for my lovely wife to finish her call. Three boys, looking more and more like me every day. My poor wife has done all the work while I reap the benefits. She says that it means they’re handsome, so she’s happy. I’m hoping that the next little one I put into her soon is a girl because I know she’ll be as stunning as her mother.
“Daddy, are you thinking about Mama again?”
“Yes, how did you know?”
“You have that look in your eyes, and you smile. You only smile for Mama.”
“Well, she gave me this beautiful life, and I miss her when she’s just feet away.”
“I miss her too. She’s so pretty and sweet. When are Grandpa and Grandma coming?”
“Tomorrow. Are you looking forward to seeing them?”
“Always, Daddy.” Our parents are sightseeing in France. We left after the weeklong visit to Paris where Amelia stayed with her face either buried in our hotel room pillow as I pounded into her tight womb, or buried in the works of the Louvre. Now we’re here because she wants to see more. I love giving her whatever she wants.
After the first semester she dropped out of college, knowing she had no intentions of making a career out of the path she was on. Instead, she wanted to raise our babies and when we had time, to travel and see the arts of the world. So, every year we take a month or two to explore. I work in between, of course, sometimes planning corporate takeovers in the cities we visit so it’s profitable as well as fun.
With our parents coming, Amelia and I can have a little personal time. My relationship with Rachel has grown over the years. To me, she’s the mother I never had and the wife my father always deserved. It took years of my love and dedication to Amelia for her to relax when it came to our relationship. I knew she didn’t trust that I would stay good to my wife because of my past, but I had that clarity the day I almost lost her. My world wasn’t right without Amelia, and Rachel knows it.
The sound of the screen door opens, and my heart skips a fucking beat. God, I am a pathetic man in love with his beautiful wife.
“Mommy, Mommy,” my second son, Theo, shouts, running up to Amelia, tripping several times in the sand. At three, he’s my daredevil. He doesn’t care that he falls because he always jumps right back up.
I scoop up our two-year-old, Milo, who was building a sandcastle until he saw Theo.
“Daddy, I’m hungry.”
“Okay. We’re going to eat right now.”
“Yes, lunch is ready, boys. Go rinse off and come back so we can eat.”
“Yes, Mommy,” I growl, pulling her in with my free arm and kissing her hard.
“Yes, Daddy,” she moans. She keeps that up, I’m going to have her knocked up with baby number four after this trip.
I carry my little guy over to the outdoor shower and hose all three of them down before doing the same to myself.
They towel off and head inside. I watch my family with awe and amazement. I don’t see my therapist anymore, but he and I have become good friends. I continued seeing him for the following year and a half, worrying that I was going to somehow fuck up my marriage by saying something I didn’t mean when I was frustrated. There weren’t many times where I was frustrated and when I was, it was never because of Amelia. It was mostly work and dealing with the shit storm my mother created. She drummed up publicity like no one’s business. She wasn’t even famous and she tried to tarnish my name, so I sued her while she was rotting in prison. It shut her crazy ass up. She’s working on a twenty-year stint for the kidnapping and another twenty-five for killing her lover’s wife all those years ago. She let it slip in a fit of rage to a cellmate and well, we all had our suspicions.
“Are you coming inside?” Amelia asks, shaking me out of that memory.
“Of course.”
“Maybe we could use this shower after our parents take the kids.”
“Great minds think
alike, Princess.”
“Dirty minds, more like it. By the way, lover boy, tuck that thing away before they continue with their questions again.” Her hand skims right over the tip of my cock that’s peeking out of the top of my shorts. I adjust the fucker while snarling at my wife.
“Keep that shit up, and I’ll drop you to your knees right now and have you take care of this for me.”
“You act like that’s a punishment, husband.”
“It is, little girl. I’m tempted to use you’re pretty little throat as my own little fuck toy. Knees, now.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Fuck, this is gonna be quick. Hopefully the boys are too busy eating to look for us.”
“Grizelda is with them.”
I move against the wall and help her to her knees. “Come on, sweetheart. Open that pretty mouth.” She does, and I slide it inside. She slips one hand around my shaft while the other molests her tits. I love how worked up she gets because that means her pussy’s gonna be juicy for me. I get to eat her for a quick snack before the boys will know.
“Fuck, Amelia. Suck that cock. Take it deep. I’m about to lift you up and put number four in your belly.”
She moans around the tip, and I know she’s getting off on the idea of another little baby to hold. “Good girl. Now climb off because I want to spray my load in your unprotected pussy.” She pops her lips off my cock and I lift her up, slamming her against the wall for leverage as I yank her panties to the side and dive into her womb. I thrust hard and fast, pressing my mouth to hers and slipping my tongue inside as I drill her core.
“Come on Daddy’s cock. I need it, baby. Fuck, I need your sweet juices so I can give you mine. You like when I talk dirty to my princess.”
“Yes, Daddy. Oh my. I’m coming.” I crush my lips to hers, muffling her scream. Her walls flex and grip so tightly around my cock that I nearly black out as I unload every drop into her, and just in time too. I lower her off my cock and adjust my swim trunks as fast feet are followed by larger feet.
“Daddy, where did Mommy go?” Theo asks, stepping out from the patio doors. Grizelda gives us a frown because she knows we were almost caught.
“I’m right here,” Amelia pants.
“Did you go running?”
“Yes. Just a quick sprint to work up an appetite. Daddy wanted to have a race, and I won.”
“Yay. Go, Mommy.”
“Hey. I don’t mind finishing second when it comes to Mommy. Now let’s get inside and eat.” We go wash up, laughing all the way there.
“We have to be more careful. We’re going to get caught one of these days.”
“I hope not, but I will behave.”
“Liar,” she scolds me before running back to the kids. She’s got me there. I never get enough of her, but then I don’t want to scar my children either. However, our bedroom is soundproofed for a reason.
Twenty years later…
Amelia
I’ve spent the last two decades with a man I can’t live without. Today is our anniversary and Roman’s supposed to take me somewhere special, but I have other plans for us. Our fifth and last child has decided to make an appearance much earlier than expected. I’m not due for another week. Yes, I’m having a baby in my late thirties, but this little princess was a surprise. A big surprise. I thought I was going into early menopause. I thought Roman was going to freak out, but my darling husband was elated. Luckily, I’m in excellent health.
“Mom, are you okay?”
“Yes. I need to get to the hospital, son. Can you drive me?”
Theo’s home from school. He’s in his junior year of high school and has only had his license for a year, but I need to get to the hospital so I don’t care.
“I’m taking ya.” He scoops me up in his strong arms like I weigh nothing and heads straight to his SUV, helping me into the back.
“Have you called Dad?”
“I’m about to.” I dial Roman’s number.
“Hey, Princess. I’ll be home soon.”
“No, I’m…ahh,” I cry out that last bit.
“Amelia, baby, talk to me? What the hell is going on?”
Theo snatches my phone. “Dad, Mom’s in labor. I’m taking her to the hospital now.”
“I’m on my way. Shit. Be careful with her.”
“Of course. Here, let me give you back to her.” He sets the phone on the center console, and I snatch it up.
“Baby, talk to me.”
“Sorry, Roman. That contraction came out of nowhere.”
“Breathe. I’m on my way now. I’m only thirty minutes from the hospital. Please hang on, and remember to breathe. I love you so much, Amelia.”
“I love you too. Drive safe, please.” I take a deep breath and hold out from screaming as another contraction hits me.
“I will.” I end the call because I don’t want Roman to hear me cry.
“It’s going to be okay, Mom. You can do it.”
“Thanks, Theo.” We get to the hospital and apparently, my husband was smart enough to call ahead because the nurse is waiting with a wheelchair. “Mrs. Edwards, are you ready?”
“Just about. They’re three minutes apart.”
“I’ll park, and then call the rest of the crew, Mom.”
“Okay. Thank you, Theo. I love you.”
I’m in the labor and delivery room when I hear shouting. “Where is she?”
The doors open, and Roman breathes a sigh of relief. “I thought I’d never make it.”
“Roman,” I grunt, pain shooting through me. He rushes to my side, grabbing my hand so that I can squeeze his. “I love you,” I grit out.
“I love you too.”
“The contractions are getting closer. It looks like this little one is ready to come out.” The pushing begins, and I’m delirious by the time I finally hear her cries. They’re music to my ears.
“Happy Anniversary,” Roman whispers.
“The best gift I could ever ask for,” I sob as they bring our little girl onto my chest.
“Hi, little Rachel,” Roman coos. I can’t wait for my mother to see her. “Daddy’s new princess.”
“Yes, you are,” I whisper. She’s going to be spoiled like crazy and well-protected.
After they clean the baby and me up, Roman ushers in our family. Junior is studying in London so he’ll be here next week when the term ends, but we video chat with him so he can meet his baby sister.
“She’s perfect,” he says. “Dad, there’s plenty of castles here.”
“Sounds wise, son.”
“Don’t worry, she’s going to have more security than Mom does,” Alex, my youngest son, says.
Our parents are on their way from Florida as we speak. They weren’t scheduled to leave until tomorrow, but Roman texted his father that the jet’s on standby. They boarded and will be here in three hours. I can’t wait for our whole family to be together again.
Everyone stays just another fifteen minutes because I need to feed the baby and rest, but Roman doesn’t leave my side. “I’m so lucky you love me, Amelia. You’re my greatest treasure, my best friend. The love of my life. Thank you.”
The End
About the Author
C.M. Steele is a bestselling author on Amazon with over 120 books to read and enjoy!
C.M. Steele’s Book List:
Best Friends Series:
Always You
His Dirty Secret
Sleep Tight
A Best Friends Duet:
Picture Perfect
Instant Obsession
The Captive Series:
Luciano’s Willing Captive
The Russian's Captive
Sergei's Stubborn Captive
The Caught Series:
Caught In A Case
Caught Off Guard
Caught in A Lie
Caught Crossing the Line
Caught Breaking the Law
Caught Red Handed
Cavanaugh Security Serie
s:
Protecting Macy
Securing Blake
The Cline Brothers of Colorado:
Whatever it Takes
Taking Whatever he Wants
Finding Paradise
The Falling Series:
Falling for the Boss
Falling for the Enemy
Falling Hard
Family & Friends:
Wanting it All
Chasing his Sunshine
Lassoing His Cowgirl
Ben's Resolve
Gimme Series:
Sugar
Luck
Rain
Cream
Heat
The James Family:
No Choice
No Way Out
No More Waiting
The Kane Family:
His Christmas Rose
Her Christmas Surprise
His Candy Kane
Christmas in July
Keepsakes:
Keeping Blossom
Keep in Mind
The Lamian Wars:
Bound
Reveal
Release
All Hallows Eve
Love Bites Series:
Love Bites
Once Bitten
The Middleton Hotels:
Built for Me
Built to Last
Built Strong
Built Over Time
Built Overnight
Nothing but Trouble Series:
Taking the Bait
Taking the Mafia Princess
The O'Connell Family:
Claiming Red
Burning for Claire
Claiming Abby
Reminding Red
Obsessed Alpha Series:
Stone
Cole
Graham
Theo
Maddox
Alessandro
A Rough Hands Novella:
My Miracle
Nailing my Wife
Say Something Series:
Say Uncle
Say Please
Say Uncle: Doggy Style
Second Generation:
Say Yes
Sister Switch:
Testing Her Professor
Assisting Her Boss
Special Forces: Operation Alpha (Susan Stoker’s World):
Guarding Hope
Guarding Forever
A Steele Christmas: