by C. M. Steele
“Take care and the offer is open at any time.” He winks and walks out.
“What the hell was that all about?” I spin her to me and kiss her hard. As soon as we stop she giggles.
“He thinks there’s some pregnancy magic in the cookies,” she answers, looking down at her belly.
“Because you’re all knocked up?” Even the new employee, Courtney, is pregnant.
“Yes, and so is his wife and two sisters-in-law.” I have to laugh as well. He’s right. Loving your wife means they give you tons of babies. Chloe is our little girl due in three months. Our son, George, was born a little over nine months after we met.
“Amelia, it’s time for our date.”
“I’m sorry, I lost track of time.”
“I’m sure. When you ladies get started…I don’t know how you all get anything done.” I wave everyone off and head over to say goodbye to Carly. We get to the car and I help her in.
“We’re efficient.”
“That you are,” I say, kissing her lips. I want her this instant. Maybe I should have gotten a limo for tonight.
“Was George upset that you left?”
“Yes, but I promised him that mommy would call and sing him a lullaby. He loves you so much.”
“I love my little man. And I love you, Blake.”
“I love you, too,” I whisper, bringing her hand to my lips and kissing her soft skin. “Mm…chocolate.”
“I have a special treat for you.” She pulls out a small piping bag with chocolate in it. I start laughing. “Damn princess, you know I like your pussy, but add a little chocolate and I’m going to orgasm you to sleep.”
She lifts it up, tips her head back, then squeezes a small dab into her mouth. Pressing her lips together, she moans, then licks them. The visual is getting me hard as fuck. I’m going to give her something to moan about. I grunt, trying to hang in until we get to our house. The short drive seems to take forever. We pull into the garage. I let the door close and carry her into the house.
Three hours, a handful of orgasms, and a whole bag of chocolate later, we’re passing out.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, my knight.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, my princess.”
The End