She pulled off and uttered, “Yours. Your big, fat cock.” She went back to sucking wildly, sliding it further down her throat until she gagged on it. I grabbed her ponytail and started fucking her face for a few seconds before pulling her off.
“I’m not coming down your throat. I want one more baby. I’m coming deep in your pussy, spraying your cervix with my seed. Will that remind you of who you belong to?”
“Yes, Uncle Dean.” She panted. I lifted her to her feet, slamming my mouth onto hers, swiping my tongue inside to taste her and hints of me. Spinning her around, I pressed her tits hard against the door. My cock firmly on her ass, I slid it up and down, letting her know how much I wanted her.
My hand came up and lowered quickly, slapping her soft ass, sending a stinging pleasure through her. “Dean,” she moaned. “More. Fuck me, please.”
“Not yet, bad girl. You’re asking for a spanking.” She stuck her ass out and I rewarded her bottom with another swat of my hand. My cock spurted a little pre-come on her ass. I rubbed it in. “You’re going to make me nut like a teen without being in your tight warmth.”
“Then fuck me already. I can’t wait. My juices are sliding down my thighs.” I part her legs and slipped under her ass, pushing into her slit. The second my tip entered her womb I felt her walls squeeze like the greedy little thing it was.
“You’re drenched, Angel. Time to take what’s mine.” I thrust forward, bottoming out into her wet core.
“And what’s that?” she grunted as she took my cock deep.
“All your pleasure, your cries, and your orgasms. You’re going to give them to me, right?”
“Yes.” Her breathy voice spurred me on. My fingertips dug into her hips as I rutted into her with my balls spanking her clit with each pump. “Dean. I’m close.”
“Good because I want us to come together. I want to feel you coat my cock while I empty my baby making load into you.”
“Fuck, I’m coming,” she cried out, and I went with her, shooting jets of come into her womb. We both melted to the floor, laying there in the foyer completely spent.
Just as we came down, my phone rang. “It’s probably Ted.”
“Probably. That damn cockblocker,” I complained, pulling her on top of me.
She kissed me and then stood up, grabbing her clothes and shaking her head. “We have seven kids. He’s terrible at the cockblocking.”
“Anyone and everyone is a cockblocker when they keep me out of you,” I informed her, pulling out my phone to check it. I had a message from Ted with a picture. Your baby girl says hi!
Uncle Ted’s in love. I texted back before getting off the floor.
“This is what the cockblocker sent. It’s cute. Becks looks so adorable.” I handed over my phone and she immediately gushed over it. I already know what she was going to say before she uttered the words. She wanted another baby.
“Aww. Our little angel face. I love her so much. I want another baby, Dean.” Smiling because I’d been spot on, I nodded in agreement. We made some seriously gorgeous kids. She sashayed her ass to the staircase with her clothes in one her hand and my phone in the other.
“Me too. That’s why that cockblocker needs to leave me alone. We have at least an hour before we were supposed to be back from the event. How about we spend it in the shower with my seed filling you up.”
She stopped at the bottom step and turned toward me, slapping my chest with my phone. I grabbed it while reaching for her ass with my other hand. “Greedy, Mr. Evans. What am I going to do with you?”
“Love me forever, wife.”
A sweet smile swept across her face. “That I can do. That I can do.” How could you fall in love constantly with the same woman? I didn’t know, but I did all the time.
We entered our bedroom and both our mouths fell open. Mickey and Minnie were busy making the next generation on our bed. “What the fuck?”
“Looks like we must have had an audience last time.”
“It would seem so.” The dogs had the nerve to just continue as if we weren’t standing there. I shouted and they both took off.
“Time to change the sheets,” Angel laughed, reaching for the bedding and thrusting it off.
“I’ll go pick up Becks.”
“Can you stop at Dunkin for me? I could really use a mocha.”
“Of course.” Kissing the hell out of her until she was breathless, I scooped up the bed linens and carried them to the laundry room for her before I left.
Fifteen Years Later
Fifteen years later
Dean
“What’s going on Jr?” I asked my boy who looked downtrodden. He graduated from college and joined the Boston PD three years ago.
“Nothing. I just don’t know what to do with myself.” He ducked his head and kicked the ground as if there was something there, his hand stuffed in his pockets.
“What’s wrong? You can tell me anything.” Shit. I had his back on any matter. It was the same for all of my kids.
He raised his head and smiled. “I just don’t know how I should dress as a detective.”
“What! Are you serious? You got the position?”
“Yes,” he said. I wrapped my son up in a manly hug. He clapped my back before letting go.
“Congratulations? Does your mother know?” My pride shone on my face as I witnessed the man my son has become.
“No, I had to tell you first.” I pulled him in for another hug. I didn’t give a fuck that he was a grown-ass man who matched me in size. Junior was still my son.
“She’s going to be so proud and less stressed about your choices.”
“Thanks.”
“Come on. Let’s go inside and find your mother.” We stepped into the kitchen where Angel filled cake pans with batter. “Do you want a beer?” I asked him, moving to the fridge.
“I could definitely go for one.”
She put down the mixing bowl and wiped her hands on her apron before greeting our son. “Junior what are you doing just standing there? Give your mother a hug.” He swings around the counter, pulling Angel into his arms and lifting her off her feet.
“Hi, momma.” He set her back down and took the beer I extended toward him. “Thanks, Dad.”
“So what brings you over here? Is it a girl? Have you finally found the one? When are we going to meet her?”
“Relax, woman. It’s not about a girl,” I said, sliding my arm around her.
“I came to tell you I made detective.”
“Oh my goodness. Yay!” She left me for a second to hug our son again. “I knew I felt like baking a cake for a reason. Are you going to stay for dinner?”
“Yes. I’m starving. Where are Emily and Becks?” As the oldest, Junior took the girls safety as serious as I did.
“They are at the movies. They should be home soon.”
“You let them go alone?”
“Emily’s eighteen and Becks is fifteen. Come on, you know me. I sent Benji and James to follow.”
“You men are ridiculous.”
“I’m a cop, mom. I know what the dangers are. My sisters are beautiful and attract too much attention for their own good.”
“Damn right.” I dragged my wife roughly against my side. “I’d do what I’d have to do to protect my girls.”
“And I love you for it, but soon the girls won’t like it one bit.” The oven beeped and then I watched with intent as Angel slid the cake pans in the oven. Fuck me, my dick grew in my jeans, hardening as I stared at her round ass. Knowing my eyes were on her, she shook her hips slightly and then looked back. Damn she was going to get it as soon as we headed to bed.
“Well, that’s tough,” Junior muttered. I was about to check him for speaking to his mother with that tone when I heard giggling from the front door. I caught Junior’s expression and knew the girls weren’t alone.
“We’re back, mom. Oh hey, Dad, bro. It’s good to see you.” Emily walked up to her brother and punched him in the arm.
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nbsp; “Mom, Dad, I hope you don’t mind, but we brought Greta back with us,” she asked us, but her eyes were trained on Junior who suddenly seemed thirsty, downing the entire beer in one long pull.
“Of course not.”
Becks dragged their friend in front of her and said, “Greta. You remember my brother, Dean.”
“Hi,” she blushed while my boy stiffened. Shit.
“Hello.” He turned around and took the bottle, setting it in the recycling bin.
“Hey, Greta, are your parents okay with you staying for dinner?”
“Yes, Mr. Evans. They said for me to be home before ten.”
“Okay. James can drive you home when you’re ready.” Just as I expected, Junior let out a low growl.
“That’s fine with me.”
“Come on, let’s go look for our dresses for prom,” Emily grabbed her best friend’s hand and dragged her from the room with a giggle.
“One more year,” I whispered, clapping Junior’s shoulder.
“I’ve got to go.” He turned to James and said, “Take her home only. Touch her, look at her like food and I’ll bury you—brother or not.”
“Of course.” He nodded before Junior left without another word. James went to follow him probably to make sure he was okay.
“Oh wow. Well, I know our son’s going home to plan his future with his woman in mind.” Just then Greta walked back into the room.
“Sorry. Emily sent me to get some water.” Angel opened the fridge and pulled out two bottles. “Thanks, Mrs. Evans.”
“You’re welcome.” She scurried out of the room faster than she came in with the look of pure heartache on her face.
“Oh, Dean. I think I made a boo-boo.”
“It’s fine. She probably didn’t hear anything.” I tried to placate my wife, but it was no use.
“Oh, she most definitely did.”
“She’ll be okay. Besides, you made another boo-boo that you’re going to pay for.”
“And what was that, Uncle Dean?”
“You’re starting something you can’t finish.”
“We have twenty-four minutes.” She tilted her head toward the timer on the stove. Growling, I grabbed her around the waist, tossed her over my shoulder, and carried her up to our room.
“In that case, we might have time for two.”
“I guess I’ll keep an eye on the cakes,” James grumbled from the bottom of the stairs.
“Good boy,” I shouted, kicking the bedroom door shut behind us.
“Damn it, Mickey. You old bastard, get off my bed!”
THE END
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