True Love

by Davenport, Fiona

  I knew better than to touch that statement with a ten-foot pole. “Nothing about you is stupid, nena. Tell me what’s on your mind.”

  “I just—I can’t—I’m going to miss—” She stopped suddenly and burst into tears.

  I rubbed her back and swayed from side to side, just holding her and letting her emotions run their course. It was my fault anyway.

  Allison had been a little moody when she was carrying Elena, but she was all over the place now that she was having another. The doctor said it was probably the hormones from nursing while pregnant.

  I hadn’t actually meant to knock her up again so quickly, but fuck...she was an amazing mother, and watching her feed our daughter with her generous milky tits made my mouth water and cock rock hard. And to be honest, I missed seeing her big and round with our baby.

  When the doctor gave the all clear, I’d intended to use condoms for a time, but I should have known better. I couldn’t stand anything between us. And after six weeks of living off blow jobs and eating Allison’s pussy, I was dying to be inside her.

  Once Elena was asleep that evening, I had literally ripped her clothes from her body and fucked her hard, burying myself as deep as possible in her naked pussy with her silky walls clamped around me. The image of her swollen belly had popped into my head, and I’d exploded, filling her until she was dripping with my come.

  We went at it like bunnies for a couple of weeks, every time Elena was napping or during her bouts of sleep at night. Until I saw the bags under Allison’s eyes and realized she wasn’t getting enough rest. The next time she tried to entice me into bed, I told her in no uncertain terms that she was to go to sleep.

  She’d given me an innocent look, which was completely ruined when her dimples dug into her cheeks. I shook my head and went to my office to work. Not ten minutes later, she was riding me in my leather chair—a sturdy replacement for the two we had already broken.

  Elena was barely three months old when Allison woke up and bolted for the bathroom. Our first two were going to be less than a year apart. Dr. Frazier had just rolled her eyes, then glared at me and muttered, “Typical.”

  Allison was coming up on her third trimester, so we brought Elena out to see my family one more time before Ali couldn’t fly. I’d made arrangements for my parents to watch our baby girl while I took my wife back to the resort where we met for a couple of days.

  “Do you want to stay, nena?” I asked, trying to hide my desperate hope that she said no. I would do anything to make my wife happy, and I was going to miss our little girl something fierce. But that didn’t mean I would be incredibly disappointed to have a couple of nights alone with my woman in a secluded bungalow where no one would hear her scream. Which made me sound like a serial killer when really, I was just a sexually frustrated husband.

  “No,” Allison mumbled.

  Halle-fucking-lujah.

  “I’m just going to miss my baby so much.”

  “I know, nena. Me too. But we’ll only be a short distance away and can come home anytime.”

  Allison nodded and stepped back, wiping the tears from her face. She smiled brightly, popping her dimples and making her eyes shine. I fucking loved seeing her smile. It was something I strived to see every single day.

  “Let’s go before I fall apart again,” she laughed. “Dumb pregnancy hormones are driving me crazy.”

  “Yeah.” My tone was smug. “But they make you horny as fuck, so expect your sexy little ass to be pregnant often.”

  Allison giggled and shook her head as we walked to the kitchen to say our goodbyes. Then I took her advice and got her out of there before she could change her mind.

  * * *

  “Fuck,” I mumbled against my wife’s pussy. “I swear you taste sweeter when you’re pregnant, nena.”

  “Diego!” she shouted, and I grinned as the sound rang off the walls. I’d had to remind her a couple of times that we were truly alone, but she’d finally stopped trying to keep quiet. “Don’t stop,” she cried as she bucked her hips, searching for relief.

  “Never,” I growled before I nipped her clit, then sucked it into my mouth. Allison splintered apart, chanting, “Yes! Yes! Oh, yes! Diego!”

  My cock was red and swollen, the fat head an angry purple. If I didn’t get it in Allison’s tight, wet pussy very soon, I was going to blow my load all over the bed instead. While I enjoyed seeing my come all over my wife’s body, I wanted to feel her walls gripping me the next time she climaxed.

  I crawled up the bed, kissing her everywhere as I went until I was hovering over her. Then I bent my head and took her mouth in a hungry kiss, devouring her like she was my last meal. “See how delicious you are, nena?” I said in a husky voice after I separated no more than an inch from her face.

  Allison was rubbing her body against mine, already searching for another orgasm. They came so easily while she was pregnant, and it was hot as sin. “Soon, Ali,” I purred.

  Sliding down a little bit, I brought my face level with her ripe tits and licked my lips and the beads of sweet liquid on each tip. I swirled my tongue around one, then brought it into my mouth and moaned as her milk hit my tastebuds. I fucking loved sucking her tits while she was nursing. I could barely stay away from them. When Allison fed our daughter, I often took my turn right after.

  I could make my woman come just from loving on her breasts, but my favorite thing to do was drink while I was giving her pussy a good fucking. After switching to her other nipple, I glided a hand down her stomach and flicked her clit so her legs would fall wide open. “Good girl,” I praised when she did what I wanted. “Do you want my cock, nena?”

  “Yes,” she whimpered.

  I put just the head inside and paused. “Who do you belong to, Ali?”

  “You.” I pushed in a little more.

  “Who owns this pussy? These sexy as fuck tits dripping with milk? This curvy body made for giving me babies?”

  “You,” she moaned as I rewarded her with another small push.

  “That’s right,” I growled. “You’re mine.” With that, I thrust home, bottoming out as my cock bumped her cervix. I fucked her hard while I lapped up the cream leaking from her tits. And when she was nearly to the edge, I swiftly pulled out, almost smiling at her scream of frustration.

  I flipped us over and set her over top of me before impaling her on my shaft again. “Ride my cock, nena,” I commanded.

  Allison bucked and began to work herself up and down my cock with her hands cupping her tits, so the light bounced off her wedding ring like a beacon. I dropped my gaze to her swollen belly, more proof that I’d claimed my woman. I’d branded her as mine, making sure every asshole who looked her way knew that she belonged to someone and it sure as fuck wasn’t them.

  When she began to spiral toward her peak, her movements became rough, and I grabbed her hips to keep a steady pace. “Tengas cuidado, Ali.” She needed to be careful now that she was getting bigger. I decided to take over and flipped us so she was on her back.

  As I pictured the first time we’d made love in this bed, warmth surged through me that had nothing to do with my impending orgasm. “Te amo, nena,” I rasped in a voice thick with emotion. My words pushed her the last of the distance to her climax, and she cried out as she fell apart.

  I followed her over the edge like I would follow her anywhere. She was mi cielo, mi mundo, mi todo. My sky, my world, my everything.

  Later, we snuggled up on a loveseat out on the back deck and enjoyed the breeze off the ocean and quiet whispers of the waves crashing on the beach.

  “Te amo, Diego,” she murmured as she looked up into my face.

  I fucking loved it when she spoke to me in Spanish. I brushed a soft kiss over her sweet lips. “Good. Because I’m never letting you go. Te necesito demasiado en mi vida, nena.”

  Epilogue

  Allison

  Crossing my arms over my chest, I shook my head and sighed as the two most important men in my world walked toward
me. Everybody else had already made it past me since they were the last to leave the impromptu football field. My dad’s jeans were ripped in the knee, and his sweatshirt had grass stains all over the pale green material. Diego’s jeans—which he’d changed into when I’d told him his gray sweatpants showed off his huge dick too well for company—and sweater were in even worse condition. His dark brown hair, which was threaded with more silver than when we’d met, was tousled, and there was a bruise forming on his left cheek. “When we invited everyone up here for Thanksgiving, I didn’t think you’d use it as an excuse to beat up on my husband.”

  My dad grinned at me, humor shining from his gray eyes as he shrugged his broad shoulders. “Sorry, but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to make him pay for defiling my baby girl.”

  I rolled my eyes as my husband moved next to me and slung his arm over my shoulders. “He really does like to get the jabs in when he can. I should’ve known better than to suggest we throw the ball around.”

  What was supposed to have been a few of the guys having fun had quickly escalated into a fiercely competitive football game with my dad and husband on opposite teams. Not that I should’ve been surprised, considering the guys in my family tended to act like a bunch of cavemen most of the time. But still, this was our first holiday at the massive estate in Connecticut that Diego had bought to celebrate the birth of our fifth child six months ago. With a seventeen-thousand-square-foot mansion and four guest homes on two hundred and sixty acres, we had more than enough room for everyone. And since the estate was about fifty miles outside the city, it was only a little more than an hour drive from Manhattan, making it convenient for everyone to join us when we were up here.

  We’d had such a great day before the guys had decided that they needed to work off the calories from the turkey feast our chef had prepared while the younger kids went down for their naps. “Diego and I have been married for ten years and have given you five grandchildren. Don’t you think it’s past time to go a little easier on him?”

  “Nope.” My dad dropped a quick kiss on my cheek. “But some of those grandbabies are girls, so I’m sure Diego gets where I’m coming from.”

  My gorgeous hubby mumbled something under his breath in Spanish about ripping the balls off any boy who dared to touch one of his daughters. My dad grinned before he wandered past me, most likely in search of my mom. Thanks to the guesthouses on the property, I hadn’t needed to worry about hearing any sounds coming from their room overnight. They were still disgustingly in love with each other, and I hoped that my children were making gagging noises over Diego’s and my public displays of affection after we’d been together as long as they had. They were relationship goals for sure.

  Turning until our bodies were pressed together, I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Are you going to give our sons-in-law as much trouble as my dad gives you?”

  His head reared back, and his dark eyes narrowed. “Mis pequeñas princesas don’t need boyfriends, let alone husbands. They have me to take care of them.”

  “I didn’t mean anytime soon.” I barely stifled a shiver over how sexy it was when he spoke in Spanish and focused on how ridiculously over the top he was being about our daughters. “And when they’re all grown up and find someone they fall head over heels in love with, I expect you to be a lot more mature about it than my dad was.”

  “Sure.” He flashed me a smug smile that made me suspicious of his quick agreement. “He left me a lot of room to maneuver, so that shouldn’t be too difficult.”

  That was putting it mildly. My dad had been pissed when we’d sat him and my mom down the night Diego had hunted me down at my doctor’s appointment to tell them that I was pregnant and we were getting married the next day. If it hadn’t been for my mom reminding him of how things had gone down when they’d met, I was pretty sure he would’ve tried to knock out Diego before tossing him out of his home and locking me in my old bedroom. My mom finally made him see reason—to a certain degree—and he’d begrudgingly given his consent to our marriage...but only if we let him make all the arrangements. As long as I became his wife, Diego hadn’t cared how or where the ceremony took place. But my dad knew how much my mom was looking forward to my wedding day, so he’d pulled as many strings as he needed to make it special. After organizing a gorgeous dress, flowers, and reception at one of my favorite restaurants, he’d still glared at Diego when he’d walked me down the aisle, and the officiant had asked who was giving me away. And he hadn’t stopped glaring at him yet. “We probably shouldn’t use my dad’s behavior as the standard for how to behave when our daughters are old enough to date.”

  “Elena won’t even be ten for another four months,” he growled as his hands slid down to the base of my spine. A muscle jumped in his jaw, and I giggled over how just the mention of one of our girls having a boyfriend drove him up the wall.

  “You’re such a good father.” I dropped one of my hands between us to pat his chest. “Even though you tend to be just a wee bit overprotective with the girls.”

  He lowered his head to brush his lips across mine before whispering, “When you’re blessed with five little girls who take after their gorgeous mother, there’s no such thing as too protective.”

  “It’s a good thing you had so many little sisters growing up.” I flashed him a mischievous grin. “You were already used to being outnumbered by females.”

  “But at least my brother helped even the score a little bit.”

  I hadn’t planned to share my news with Diego until I’d been able to confirm my suspicion was true, but he’d just given me the perfect opportunity, and I couldn’t waste it. Plus, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep it from him for much longer anyway. I was never able to hide anything from Diego because he was so attuned to me. He always spotted the signs when something was on my mind—often before I even realized it. I was surprised that he hadn’t broached the topic with me already but also thrilled that I had the opportunity to spring it on him this way.

  Wrapping my fingers around his forearm, I pulled his hand between our bodies and pressed his palm against my belly. “Maybe the next baby will be a boy, and then you’ll have a little more testosterone in the house.”

  His dark eyes filled with the same awe as they had each time we’d found out I was pregnant. My sexy husband hadn’t been kidding back when we’d met, and he’d said that he wanted to have a houseful of children. We could have a dozen, and he'd still be more than okay if I wanted more. “You’re pregnant?”

  I gave him a jerky nod as I sniffled to hold back the tears that suddenly welled in my eyes. “I think I am. I haven’t taken a test yet to confirm, but I’ve been super emotional, and my period is late so…”

  “I know you’re late, but I didn’t think much of it since your cycle is usually irregular when you’re breastfeeding.” His hand clenched on my abdomen. “Do you really think you’re carrying another of my babies, nena?”

  “I really, really do.” I nodded again, and his answering smile was blinding.

  “Even with all the dirty shit your papá pulled during our football game, I’m glad your family joined us for the holiday.” He gripped my butt cheeks and lifted me until I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Because they can take care of the kids while we celebrate properly in our room, just the two of us.”

  By the time our private celebration was over, I would have been pregnant if I wasn’t already.

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