Riley & Kane Bundle

by Alexa Riley

  “It will only take a second. Then you can take me to a fancy restaurant, where I’ll order everything on the menu.” I push on his chest to let me down, but he doesn’t.

  “Are you hungry, angel?” His eyes are heated, and I know where this is going. We don’t have time for that, even if I want it just as much as he does.

  “You fed me breakfast twenty minutes ago,” I remind him. Though since I found out I was pregnant, I’ve been eating everything. I haven’t had a trace of morning sickness, which has been a surprise bonus. This baby isn’t letting any food go. “It’s a two - hour drive and I still need to get ready. I’m running late.”

  “They will wait,” he says easily. I don’t know how he has so much pull at the college, but I’m not shocked by it. Sasha can always get what he wants, and even more so when it comes to something I want.

  I roll my eyes, knowing if I let him take me to bed we’ll spend the whole day there. I lean forward, taking his mouth in a kiss. He growls like we didn’t have sex twice before breakfast. Neither of us is able to go for more than a few hours without it.

  “Please,” I pout. I bat my eyelashes at him when I pull back, and he drops his forehead to mine, his breathing heavy. I know he wants me bad enough there’s no stopping it, so I’m patient for his decision.

  “I can deny you nothing, my angel.” He reluctantly places me on my feet. I can tell he doesn’t want to let me go, but he does.

  “Give me fifteen minutes,” I throw over my shoulder as I rush toward my closet. It takes me a minute to find something that will fit me. We should probably go shopping while in the city today. All of my clothes are getting to be too small. I grab a pink dress even though it’s a little chilly out. It used to fall to my knees, but the baby bump brings it up a few inches shorter. I don’t have much time, so there’s really no choice. I put on some mascara and lip gloss before walking out of the bathroom and going for the door. I’m not surprised to see Sasha standing outside the bedroom. He has this thing about not letting me go down the stairs by myself now that I’m knocked up. It’s silly but sweet at the same time.

  His eyes narrow on me, then he shakes his head.

  “It’s all that fits!” I protest.

  One of the rules with school was that I pretty much had to be covered from head to toe — a rule I didn’t fight him on after the frat party incident. And on top of that, after actually going to a class and seeing the way people looked at me, I realized he had a point.

  He lets out a deep breath. I probably shouldn’t tell him I’m not wearing underwear. I’ll save that surprise for dinner.

  “It’s really starting to show,” he finally says, taking a step towards me. His hand rubs my belly, and I watch as the tension along his shoulders eases.

  “Everyone will know I belong to you. There’s no need to worry about the dress,” I tell him. He doesn’t look convinced.

  “Come, angel.” He grabs my hand, lacing his fingers with mine. “I want to make this quick. I don’t like sharing your attention.”

  “You’re not going into my adviser meeting,” I tell him as he leads me down the stairs. He doesn’t answer me, just lets out a grunt, which I know means he’ll get his way. I bite my lip to keep from smiling. I said that on purpose, knowing what his response would be.

  Since he found out I was pregnant, all of our sex has been gentle and sweet. While I do love how tender he can be, I miss the time when he lost control and took me hard. Dominating my body was his favorite pastime, and I’m hoping with a gentle nudge I’ll get a perfect ending to my birthday.

  * * *

  Sasha

  I crack my knuckles when the professor glances down the front of her dress for the second time since we walked into his office.

  My Anya has yet to realize the allure her body has. I had hoped when she would be round with my child that it would show her as marked, but I see now that my thinking was a mistake. Now when men lay their eyes on what is mine, they see she has spread her legs. That she’s allowed a man to enter her most sacred place and plant his seed. Perhaps they are thinking they will be able to do the same.

  They are mistaken.

  “You’ve only chosen two classes for next semester,” the professor says as he wipes away at his bottom lip.

  He glances down at the swell of her belly, and I watch as he swallows. Blood rushes to his cheeks, and I would bet my every dime I have that his cock is hard behind the desk. I won’t stand for this blatant disrespect.

  “Daddy and I are expecting our first baby, and I wanted to take light classes until then. Afterwards, I plan on taking a year off.”

  I growl at the word she uses to describe me. Anya reaches over and places her hand on my thigh. It’s right next to my cock, and my eyes zero in on it. I watch her delicate little hand rub slow circles right next to the hard length only a breath away.

  “Your husband?” the professor asks as a way to correct her.

  The tone of his voice causes me to look up. I place my hand over Anya’s without breaking the eye contact with him. I pull her hand right over my swollen cock and feel the heat of her palm. She doesn’t make a move to pull away from me. She’s getting off on this.

  “Daddy,” my little Anya says. I press her hand firmly against my length as she wraps her fingers around as much of me as she can over my slacks. I grit my teeth and lean forward. “Mine.”

  He looks between us, and he is embarrassed. I’m not sure if it is for him or for us. I do not care either way. I’ve had enough of him eye - fucking my bride.

  “Get out,” I tell him as I stand up and pull Anya out of her chair.

  “Th - this is my office,” he stammers, and he pushes his chair back.

  I place Anya on the edge of his desk, and she smiles up at me. She knows exactly what she’s done to push me to this point, and I’ve fallen into her trap.

  “I’m going to fuck my angel on your desk. If you stay to watch I’ll pull out your eyes with my fingers and then shove them up your ass.”

  He jumps up from his desk and looks at me with a shocked expression.

  “Lock the door on your way out,” I say, moving between my angel’s thighs.

  It only takes a second before he does as I say without a word.

  I push up the material of her dress and see her bare cunt glistening with wet need.

  “You did this on purpose,” I say as she leans back on the desk.

  There are papers and pens all around her, a laptop off to the side. I don’t care, though. The only thing weighing down on me is the need to fuck her before my cock explodes.

  “I don’t what you’re talking about, Daddy,” she says, biting her lip.

  My angel has been placed on this earth to torture me, and only one thing will stop the ache. Only when I sink into her tight young pussy will I be forgiven of my sins.

  “And?” I ask, pulling out my cock and rubbing my palm over the wet tip, dragging the cream down my shaft.

  “I want you to make me remember them next time.”

  “You act out to seek attention. Are you not getting enough?” I reach forward with my other hand and graze my rough knuckles across her soft clit. She moans and raises her hips. “I can smell your pussy from here.”

  I inhale as she spreads her legs wider and puts her feet on the desk, opening her cunt for me.

  “Pull your dress over your belly. I want to see the baby I created in you as I fuck you.”

  She does as I ask and lies back, waiting for me to take her.

  I enter her in one hard stroke. I’ve been so gentle with her lately, it’s a welcome pain for both of us as I ride her hard on the wooden desk.

  “Do you like telling your teachers I’m your daddy?” The thickness of my cock is being swallowed by her tiny cunt, and I grip the edge of the desk to keep from falling to my knees.

  “Yes,” she moans, lost in pleasure.

  “Why?” I ask, fucking her so hard against the desk one of the framed diplomas behind it falls off the
wall, the glass shattering on the floor.

  “Because I like seeing the look on their faces,” Anya confesses as her pussy clenches in response.

  “When the word ‘daddy’ spills from your lips, it gets their cocks hard. All they can think about is having you on their laps and praying you won’t tell as their hand slips up your skirt.”

  “Daddy.” Her moan is soft, and I grip her thighs.

  “Louder. I want him to hear you say it. He’s standing right outside that door, begging for a taste of something he’ll never have.”

  “Daddy!” she shouts, and I feel her pussy clench even harder.

  Her orgasm hits her as I pound into his desk, denting it. There will be a permanent reminder in here for him that she belongs to me.

  I spill my seed inside her and place my hand on her round belly as I do. The reminder that she’s been bred is there, and I breathe easy knowing she will forever be tethered to me.

  “Happy birthday, my angel,” I say before leaning down and kissing her lips softly.

  Epilogue

  Two Years Later…

  Anya

  “Is Daddy breaking the rules?” I moan as Sasha kisses my neck. I’m standing in our bathroom trying to get ready before the priest gets here and our little ones wake up from their nap.

  “Are they both down?” he asks, nipping at the tender place beneath my ear. I lean, giving him more room to work his lips against me. Sasha has been in his office this morning for a few hours. He doesn’t like to leave my side for long, even if it’s only to another room in the house.

  “Da,” I confirm. My eyes fall closed. “You know we still have a little longer until I’m cleared,” I remind him, and myself, too. I want him. My body craves him like a drug. He growls against my skin, but we both know he won’t take me. My Sasha would die before he’d let anything hurt me, but I really do feel fine. It’s only a few days away, and I don’t know if I can make it.

  He turns me to face him. His big hands engulf my waist as he picks me up, sitting me on the counter. One of the thin straps on my nightie falls off my shoulder, revealing my breast. Sasha’s eyes go straight there. Since having babies, he has an even bigger obsession with my tits — something I didn’t think was possible.

  “My boys are fed?” he asks, licking his lips.

  Before I can finish nodding, his mouth is on my nipple. His sucks make my whole body jerk. My knees widen, giving him more room to stand between them. I want to feel him pressed up against me.

  “Daddy,” I moan. His hands go to the other strap, and he jerks it down, exposing me to the light of day. He leans back, my nipple popping from his mouth. A small bead of milk hangs from the tip, and I watch, transfixed, as he laps it up.

  “You like to feed your daddy, don’t you, angel?” I feel his hand slide up my leg and slip under my silk nightie. He lets out a grunt when he feels the wetness between my thighs. Because with one touch, I’ve answered his questions. I do like to feed him. Even more so when he’s inside me. It’s been over a month since he’s filled me, and I ache. My pussy clenches, pretending to feel his thickness there, stretching every inch of me.

  “Lean back,” he tells me, and I do, resting my head on the mirror behind me. He grabs my hips, sliding me to the edge, before pushing up my nightie. There is nothing hidden from his view, and he stares at my bare pussy as he begins to undo his belt. He pulls his white button - up shirt from his slacks next, then frees his cock.

  I moan at the sight of it. The long, thick length tight with need. The head of his cock so round and perfect, I burn for it to rub my clit. Lifting my hips in invitation, I stare at it, needing it so badly inside me.

  “I will ease your ache.”

  “I know,” I say breathlessly. He always does. “My daddy always takes care of me.” I watch a small drop of cum leak from the tip of his cock at my words. At this point my breasts are aching, and droplets of milk spill as my body begs for his mouth.

  He leans forward, licking up the sweet trail to my nipple before he latches on and starts to suck. Then I feel the head of his cock slide across my clit, and the sensation of releasing into his mouth while the heat of his wide cock rubs against me is everything.

  “Oh my God.”

  I slide my hands into his hair, keeping him pressed against me. He sucks on me even harder, feeling my need grow with his. His cock moves back and forth over my clit, and a whine escapes my throat. I’m not going to last.

  When he pulls back and I see him lick his lips, cleaning up the evidence on my milk, the image is too much. I start to come as his teasing cock rubs in one long stroke, and I scream out his name. His mouth covers mine, swallowing my moans. I taste myself on his lips and feel his warm release hit my pussy and stomach. The feeling of his passion marking me triggers my own again. I pulse, my body begging for him and being denied. But his heat on me, and the taste and smells are enough for now.

  He kisses me softly one last time and looks down at me.

  “Do not think I forgot about our wedding and the priest,” he reminds me. His hand goes to my pussy, and he rubs his cum into my skin.

  “I was good the last time he was here.” I bat my eyelashes. I really was good. He came over to bless our first baby, Roman. Today he’s here to bless Abram.

  “Da, but I was able to take you. I made sure there was no room for error.” He continues to rub his cum into me.

  “I’ll be a good girl, Daddy.” I wink at him, but he shakes his head.

  I hear Abram start to cry and I know that’s going to wake his brother up, too.

  “I’ll get them, angel. You finish getting ready.” He kisses me, then slides me off the bathroom counter, returning the straps of my nightie to my shoulder.

  “His outfit is on the rocker,” I tell him. He nods once again, stealing another kiss. He gives my ass a squeeze.

  “I love you, my Anya.” His eyes are soft.

  “I love you, too.” This time I get on my tiptoes and kiss him. “Now go get our boys ready.”

  He nods, righting his clothes and getting himself back together before he leaves me standing in the bathroom.

  Sasha is just as much of a perfect father as he is a husband. The way he is with our little ones sometimes makes me want to cry. My real father was never like that with me. It makes me want another baby. Just one more sounds nice.

  I finish getting ready in the bathroom, putting on light makeup and arranging my hair in a messy braid. I head to my closet to change. I slip on a loose - strapped white cotton dress that comes to well above mid - thigh. I don’t bother with a bra since I’ll be nursing Abram in a moment, or underwear, because the dress is so sheer. I walk barefoot out of the closet and stop when I see Sasha on the bed. Both boys are in his arms. Abram looks to have fallen back asleep. Roman is laying his head on Sasha’s shoulder but leans up when he sees me.

  “Mama!” he squeals, reaching for me and making me smile. Sasha places him on the ground and he waddles over to me, and I scoop him up. His hands come to my cheeks, and his smile is giant.

  “Eskimo!” he says. I bring my nose to his and we give each other an Eskimo kiss, rubbing our noses together back and forth, something his daddy taught him. He looks so much like his father. Sasha comes to stand next to us, Abram cradled in his arm, his thick black lashes resting on his chubby little cheeks.

  “Come, my loves,” Sasha says as he guides us downstairs to the priest.

  * * *

  Sasha

  The priest’s hands shake nervously as he says the blessing and places the drops of water on my son.

  Abram is strong and begins to pull at Anya’s dress, wanting her breast. My angel coos to him, pulling the material down and offering her nipple to his mouth.

  The priest’s eyes snap up to lock on mine, and I hold his gaze. He continues with the blessing, not looking at my wife as she nurtures my son.

  “You will bless her womb again,” I demand.

  He prayed over her at Roman’s baptism, and Abram
came nine months later. I know Anya wants one more, and my angel shall have what her heart desires.

  “But Sasha — ” Anya begins, and I shake my head.

  “There will be a blessing,” I say, and my words are final.

  Pink hits her cheeks, but she nods, turning to the priest. Her breast is still offered to my son, and I watch as the priest tries to avoid her gaze while praying over her womb.

  “Do it right,” I threaten, as Roman giggles in my arms.

  The priest nods and begins again.

  Her dress is like the one she wore the day I fucked her right here in this very room. The day I married her and claimed my reward. I was patient then, but I am no longer a patient man. Tonight, when our children are tucked into their beds and their bellies are full, I will take what is owed to me and breed her once again.

  My angel looks up from our son after both blessings have been bestowed. She smiles at me. She is my entire world. My body and heart belong in the palm of her hand.

  Epilogue

  Ten Years Later…

  Anya

  I’m giddy with excitement. Today’s our ten - year anniversary. I feel like a little kid on Christmas morning. I’ve been working on this surprise for weeks. It’s hard to keep secrets from Sasha. He watches and tracks everything, so I’ve had to be sneaky. I’m sure he suspects something, but as far as I know, he hasn’t found anything out.

  I have a whole day planned while the kids are in school today. Sasha dropped them off a little while ago and now he’s in his office wrapping some things up. We have a good seven hours all to ourselves. The surprise is planned for this morning, then the rest of the day will be spent in bed.

  When the kids come home from tutoring we’ll celebrate with them, too. They requested dinner sometime in the pool, and we agreed. Sasha is always the one to make our plans, and he does it every year. But this year, with a little pouting, I was able to be the one in charge.