The Boyfriend Diaries: A Romance Box Set Collection

by S. E. Law

  “Mmm,” she murmurs, burying her face into the pillow. “Yes. Now, Roland.”

  I don’t hesitate. I line myself up with her back pucker, and begin to push. It isn’t easy because she’s still so tiny after accommodating me multiple times in the last few months. But Aria takes a big breath and then exhales, and with an audible pop, my head burrows its way in.

  “Mmmm,” she moans again, her big bottom still swaying a bit. “That feels really good.”

  “It’s going to feel even better in a moment,” I growl, edging my dick in inch by inch. It’s a dirty sight to see my massive, veiny rod disappearing into her back hole as she strains and mewls, but this is what my wife wants. She loves backdoor fun, and although I should be ashamed to say this, I’m not: I’m the one who introduced her to the ecstasy of anal, and now I’m a little afraid that she won’t go back.

  But I know my woman. Aria always loves to accommodate me, and besides, how are we going to have more children if she won’t do it the front way? Of course, it’s premature to even speak those words because Jilly and Jaime aren’t even born yet, but my eyes are on the prize. I want a football team, and we’re not even a quarter of the way there yet.

  Finally, my hard rod is buried balls deep and my wife lets out another low, throaty moan. Her blonde hair drapes across her back in golden ropes, and I stroke the sensitive curve of her waist.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I rasp. “Absolutely delectable.”

  She moans and again and tightens her back ring teasingly, making my balls rise.

  “Give it to me,” she whispers. “Just like that, Roland.”

  Immediately, I begin a deep slide in and out of her bowels. It’s so dirty but also incredibly taboo and delicious. My huge, pregnant wife takes it like a champ, bucking a bit each time I enter her body, and soon we’re both sliding off the edge and into oblivion.

  “Fuck!” I roar. “Oh shit baby! Fuck fuck fuck!”

  Aria screams too, her circle gripping me tight before her innards begin to clamp.

  “Yes!” is her delighted cry. “Unnnh, yes!”

  With that, we both explode as stars tumble before our eyes, our bodies going slack and then stiff with shared ecstasy. Hot jets of spunk spurt into her bottom, and she sucks it all up with heavy clenches and clamps.

  “Oooooh,” is her musical wail. “Yes, just like that.”

  I continue to pump, unable to stop.

  “Shit baby, you always make me come so hard,” is my breathless groan. “Fuuuuuck.”

  But this is the life that we love, and we share it with joyful gratitude. After all, Aria and I were never supposed to be a couple. We were a professor and his student, doing the naughty during office hours. But we found each other despite many hurdles, and now, we’re a married couple with a son and two babies on the way.

  Sure, the department didn’t look kindly upon us at first. But fortunately, they didn’t realize we were a couple until after Aria graduated, and by then, it didn’t matter. There are no rules, implied or explicit, about faculty dating former students, and I don’t see why it would matter either. Sure, Aria had our first child when she was an undergrad, but now she was fair game. My woman was no longer a student at the University of Rhode Island, and I was no longer her teacher.

  So the university wasn’t thrilled about our relationship, but there was nothing they could do to censor me. And after I announced our engagement, quite a few of my colleagues offered congratulations. After all, I’m a standout in our department, and have already won several literary prizes. My co-workers probably did the calculation and figured it was better to support me, rather than stand against an up and coming academic star.

  But none of that means a whit compared to the love that I feel for my wife and son. Aria is everything to me, and now with three children, I feel that our family is solidly on its way. Although my woman doesn’t know it yet, I’m planning on getting her pregnant as soon as Jilly and Jaime are born. In fact, if I get my way, she’ll be more or less be constantly pregnant for the next ten to fifteen years.

  “Mmm, that felt good,” Aria says while shooting me with a sleepy grin. “Help me turn over now?”

  I chuckle and pull out, and then help the delectable curvy girl turn over so that she’s lying on her back, the enormous mound of her tummy rising into the air like a mountain.

  “Are the twins okay in there?” I ask, pressing a reverent kiss to her stomach. “We didn’t shock them with our naughtiness, did we?”

  She giggles a bit.

  “I think they’re fine. The only thing Jilly and Jaime know is that their Daddy loves their Mommy, and that they’re warm and safe, as always.”

  I lean up to kiss her again.

  “And that’s the way it should be,” is my possessive growl.

  Aria’s eyes go soft and liquid as she returns my passion.

  “Yes, that’s the way it should be,” she echoes while offering her mouth to me. “Merry Christmas, Roland. I love you forever.”

  With those words, I claim her once more, and know that I’m actually the lucky one because I’m not just getting one Christmas gift this year. I’m getting two, and it’s all because of my gorgeous wife and the love that we share.

  THE END

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  Daddy’s Holiday Baby

  By S.E. Law

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  About This Book

  I have a surprise for Daddy this holiday season … a baby!

  After one too many terrible dates, my friend set me up on a blind date with her older, handsome uncle. What?

  At first, I didn’t want to go. Who would?

  But Blake Reynolds turned out to be gorgeous.

  He’s huge, growly, and absolutely divine with a broad chest, six pack abs, and long, powerful legs with an enormous *ornament* at the top of his tree.

  But then tragedy strikes, and I’m petrified he won’t want me anymore.

  But the problem is that I’m already pregnant with Blake’s baby!

  This wasn’t supposed to happen!

  We went out on a blind date, and now the billionaire’s going to be a father.

  But will the powerful CEO forgive me? Or will my baby remain a secret from his daddy forever?

  Happy Holidays! Blake Reynolds who comes to the rescue of his curvy girl like an avenging knight. If
you love secret babies and second chances, then this is the book for you! Snuggle up this Christmas season with a cup of hot cocoa and a warm blanket before the REAL fire begins. No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always an HEA for my readers.

  57

  Cindy

  “So how was it?” asks my friend Flora expectantly while smacking her gum. “The date was good, right? Your date definitely had a cute profile picture at least.”

  We’re sitting on my dorm room bed with our books scattered around us. We should be studying, but of course, Flora and I are gossiping and trying to avoid our homework assignments for as long as possible.

  I shake my head.

  “It was really terrible.”

  My friend looks at me with a confused expression.

  “But why? Your guy had such an amazing profile! He said he was on the swim team at Carson State, and that he was doing a major in biomedical engineering. That has to be a difficult concentration, right? I mean, I can’t get even a B in my chemistry class for the life of me.”

  I sigh, while shaking my head ruefully.

  “You know, I think we were taken in by the fact that he’s a swimmer and his really cute photo. But that’s the problem. When you use an online dating site called BeefyCuts, the guys are going to be different. I mean, why would they name the site BeefyCuts? It makes the men on the site feel a lot of pressure to look like beefcake.”

  Flora grins happily, her ponytail bobbing.

  “Yeah, but that’s good for you. That’s good for women as a whole because then you get a selection of Triple-A prime rib.”

  I make a funny face at her.

  “Thanks, Flo. You make it sound like I’m shopping for steak, and not a man.”

  Flora blows out air from her mouth with mock exasperation.

  “Steak, man, yada yada yada. It’s all the same, girlfriend! Work it to your advantage. So tell me, what was wrong with Jared? Did he fake his pictures?”

  I shake my head slowly.

  “No, not exactly. Well, at least not in the way you think.”

  Flora’s practically leaping off the bed with excitement now.

  “What is it then? Did he have really bad acne that he photoshopped out? Is he actually only five foot two, when he said he’s six two?”

  I laugh again.

  “No, because that would be predictable. Guys lie about their height all the time, and yeah, there are all those filters you can use to smooth out skin tone. But his photos were … um, let’s say, off for an entirely different reason. Way off.”

  Flora’s eyes bug out.

  “Oh my god, he’s transgender right? When you saw him, he had a reedy voice and big breasts?”

  I laugh again.

  “No. That wouldn’t be great, but we support transgender and queer folks. No, Jared’s problem was a little more … extreme, shall we say. Do you know anything about bodybuilding?” I ask.

  My friend shakes her head, looking puzzled.

  “No, but Jared said he was a swimmer, right? He’d be ripped just from the hours of practice.”

  I sigh.

  “Sort of. I think Jared might have been a swimmer in the past, and then switched to bodybuilding. It’s possible because swimmers have incredible physiques that are really toned and tanned, which make them perfect to become professional bodybuilders—”

  Flora literally leaps off the bed now and begins screeching.

  “Oh my god, he’s actually Mr. Universe right? Or he’s competing in Mr. Universe? I’ve always thought those Mr. Universe guys were hot, even if they’re a little overdone. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. This is so awesome! I know you don’t like the overly muscular look, but I think it can be attractive in a way. If you don’t like him, I’ll take him. What do you say?”

  I laugh again because my friend’s so silly that it’s endlessly amusing.

  “Trust me, Flora, you don’t want this guy either because he’s gone overboard with the bodybuilding.”

  My buddy jumps up and down excitedly.

  “No, it’s fine! I like that look. Mmm, what a hunk of a male specimen. They’re like superhuman gorillas.”

  I squint at her, making a small face.

  “That’s gross, Flora, but no, this guy isn’t a gorilla. It’s worse.”

  Flora stops for a moment.

  “Is he on steroids? Did he have really bad skin and an overly-aggressive attitude?”

  I shake my head.

  “No I don’t think so, but I wasn’t paying attention because I couldn’t stop staring at him. At his arms in particular.”

  Flora begins jumping up and down again.

  “So he’s built right? He’s got barrel-like, powerful guns nicknamed Lightning and Thunder? Oh my god, girl, this guy sounds unbelievably good! You have to give him to me if you’re not going to see him again.”

  I shake my head ruefully.

  “No, Flora, you don’t want to go out with this guy because I think he’s using a chemical called synthol to beef himself up.”

  She pauses for a moment.

  “Synthol? What’s that?”

  I shake my head.

  “It’s a substance that bodybuilders inject themselves with to make their muscles look bigger. It’s a mix of something like fish oil or sesame oil mixed with an anesthetic. It literally blows up your muscles so that you get super-sized.”

  Flora squints at me.

  “Is that even possible?”

  I nod.

  “I knew a guy in my high school who did it. He came out looking like Popeye, and even worse, he had track marks on his arms because he was always injecting himself. It’s not addictive, or at least not in the way that you think. You don’t get “high” from this stuff. You merely get addicted to the look, and then you can’t stop injecting yourself because you love the attention it brings.”

  Flora stares at me, her mouth dropping open with shock.

  “So how big were his arms then?”

  “Jared’s, or the guy in high school?”

  “Both.”

  I shrug.

  “The guy in high school looked like he had biceps the size of small cats. I’d say that Jared had biceps the size of small dogs.”

  Flora makes a gagging noise.

  “Eew, that’s gross.”

  I sigh.

  “I know, right? Why would guys do this to themselves? Why would you want to look like Popeye on steroids, with biceps so big that they’re bursting through your sleeves? Who knows?”

  Flora shakes her head.

  “It’s like those people who are addicted to plastic surgery. They always think one more procedure is going to make them perfect, even though there’s no such thing as perfect.”

  “That’s it,” I say, seizing upon the comparison. “It’s some type of mental illness, I tell you. There’s no explaining it because the image in the mirror is a caricature. They literally look like a cartoon. And to be honest, I was embarrassed to be seen with Jared. Everyone in the café kept staring at him because his biceps were ridiculously huge, and the muscles kept twitching on their own. It was strange.”

  Flora nods, sitting back on the small twin bed.

  “Yeah, I guess you’re right. That doesn’t sound good. Ugh, sorry girlfriend. I didn’t think your experience would be that weird. Well, onto the next one then!” she adds cheerily. “Who else are you going to meet from BeefyCuts? Any other dates lined up?”

  I shake my head, astonished by how fast my buddy’s moving.

  “No way. I’m not going back on there. Not after this last date.”

  Flora makes a psst! sound and swishes her hand at me.

  “Don’t be so close-minded Cindy. The last guy was a nightmare, but they can’t all be like that. There have to be some normal dudes, right? So who else do you have lined up, seriously?”

  I shake my head again.

  “No, I’m not going out on any more on-line dates. It’s just too strange, and it wasn’t just Jared. All of my dating history la
tely has been absolutely wretched, if you recall. There was that guy Paul, who drank a muscle-building milkshake while we were out at dinner. He literally ordered a glass of milk, whipped out a can of the powder, and made himself a shake while I watched in astonishment. No, thank you very much. And there was Monty, who wanted to show me his bodybuilding scrapbook, and Junior, who’s descended from a Samoan sumo wrestler.”

  “That can’t be so bad, can it?” muses Flora. “Junior sounds okay.”

  “Yeah, he was nice,” I say wryly. “But I couldn’t stop seeing him dressed in white underwear in my mind’s eye because that’s what sumo wrestlers wear. It was terrible.”

  Flora giggles.

  “Okay, so maybe Junior’s not the one, but that doesn’t mean you should stop dating. You have to broaden your horizons, Cindy. Come on, it’s senior year and you’ve never even had a boyfriend! Plus, BeefyCuts isn’t the only on-line service out there. You could also try HookMeUp, TattleTorso or DrunkBehindTheWheel. It could be fun!”

  I shake my head.

  “No, I think I’m done with dating altogether, at least for now. That last encounter with Jared was just too strange, and honestly, it made me wonder if our college town is populated by freaks. I mean, what are the chances? Synthol? Really? I think I’m going to sit out meeting new guys until graduation. Maybe after I get a job, my prospects will improve because I’ll be meeting professional men. Maybe they’re desk jockeys, but they certainly couldn’t be worse than the men I’m meeting now.”