by C. M. Steele
Makayla and I had a little talk the Monday that Nick returned to the office. I found out that Ian told her to call him Nicky in front of me to spur on our relationship. Apparently, everyone around was well aware of Nick’s feelings for me except me.
Ten minutes later, Nick storms in the house with a frustrated look on his face. I turn my head to him from the kitchen table where I’m working on the last edits. “What's the matter?” I ask, already having a feeling what it's about.
“Your book tour. It's been downgraded.” Yep, that’s exactly what I thought it was since I’m the one who made that decision. “And it's starting in three months instead of five months from now, which pushes the book release date up a couple weeks.”
“Oh, I know, so I had to make some changes. You’ll have the final version of the book in a few days, so I'm not too worried about that. I talked to your brother, and he agreed that doing a promo online can start next week. The book is already up for preorder and is doing phenomenal.”
“What's going on, babe? Why the sudden rush?” he asks, running his hands through his hair. I know that changes his work time frame, but he sits up when I’m sleeping just to read the new pages.
“Nick, my love, you are one blind man. As it happens, I won’t be able to travel in five months—too many restrictions,” I tell him.
He just gives me a puzzled look. Apparently, the man needs to get more sleep. With fucking me into a coma every night and going to work for ten hours, then coming home and editing after dinner, he’s running on empty. I know he’s busting his ass because he plans on doing the book tour with me. “Why is that?” he questions, rubbing his scruffy jaw.
“Because I'll be six months pregnant by then.” His eyes widen ridiculously, and I can't help but laugh. This is exactly what he's been waiting for from the first time we went without protection. I can’t believe it’s a shock to him.
“Are you going to say anything?” I ask him, running my hands nervously up and down my thighs. I'm starting to get a little worried since he doesn’t respond, but then all of a sudden he picks me up out of my chair and spins me around. My sexy husband laughs in that deep, rumbling chuckle of his that sends me into a frenzied need.
“I think we need to celebrate,” he says, throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me into the bedroom. He sets me down on my feet, then turns me around so that my back is to him. Slowly he lowers the zipper on my dress, sliding the straps on my shoulders down and letting the dress fall to the floor. A cool breeze hits my skin, sending a shiver through me. One strong hand skims down my spine to my ass, hovering over it for just a moment, and then I feel the stinging ache on my right cheek. His breath brushes my ear as he leans against me. “You’re not wearing any panties, wife.”
“I figured no sense in ruining all of them, you brute,” I murmur, tossing my head back into the crook of his shoulder and neck. Since we’ve been together, he’s shredded more than a dozen pairs. Replacing them is getting ridiculous. Besides, easy access is a must. The past three years of waiting to possess me turned him into a ravenous beast, and I crave every minute of it.
Nick reaches his hand around, cupping my sex and driving two fingers inside. I grind my body against his chest, moaning and clenching as he works me good. My body’s his to manipulate, strumming my greedy pussy until I’m coming on his hand and rubbing my ass over his hard length. He pulls his sopping wet fingers from my slit and hungrily feeds them to himself, sucking off all my juices.
Watching him moan as he sucks my taste off his hand, makes me want his thick cock deep down my throat. Spinning around in his arms, I tug at the hem of his shirt and lift it over his head, kissing him as I reveal his sexy face to me. My hands dip between us, pulling his belt through the loop. My husband groans out as I accidentally graze his cock through his pants twice. I take my time frustrating my lover, but Nick’s had enough and helps me take his pants off hurriedly. I giggle to myself as I kneel before him, and he hears me.
“Wife, are you laughing at me?” he questions with a quirked brow and a feigned grimace.
“Yes,” I respond.
“Keep it up, and I won’t let you have any.” I look up at him with a pout, knowing that he wasn’t going to hold out on me. I attempt to look at him with the contrition I don’t feel, and he just stares back at me with those sexy eyes that own my being.
My hands skim up his thighs and to the hem of his boxers and yanking them away to free his massive cock. The tip is covered in his precum just for me. My tongue slides around the head, licking up the first taste of him before swallowing down the first couple of inches. His hand comes down with the back of his palm grazing my cheek. I love the way he does his best to hold it together, but I want more.
My fingers naturally slide between my legs, teasing my pussy that’s leaving a trail of wetness on the kitchen floor. With my other hand, I cup his balls.
He shivers, holding himself together the best he can. He grabs my hair, moving my head. “Fuck, baby. You’re going to make me come. Are you getting off from sucking my cock?” I nod and garble out a yes.
I only get one more lick before he pulls me away. He shakes his head and carries me to our bed, throwing me down, and enters me in one thrust. I quiver, full of pleasure. His mouth is on mine, kissing me ardently while grinding his cock deep into me. Our bodies are starting to sweat, smoothing the feel of his strong chest against my soft one. I’m unable to hold on any longer. As soon as his hand touches the edge of my breast, I’m coming. “Nick,” I cry out, shouting his name as loud as possible. He joins me.
“I love you, Lillian,” he pants, kissing my neck as he rests there for a moment. His weight covers me and makes me feel so protected, but as soon as he realizes it, he gets up. “I’m sorry. Baby, I forgot about the little one. I don’t want to hurt you or him.”
“You’re not. I’m fine. I love your weight on me.” He adjusts himself on the bed, leaning against the pillows, then pulls me to rest on his side.
“It’s time to look into buying a house, love.”
“Yes, I think so too. Pretty soon, I’m going to be too big to move stuff around.”
“You’re not moving shit anyway. Ian and I will do it alongside the team we hired. There’s no way you’ll lift anything more than ten pounds.”
“Fine, all good for me.” I nestle into him and fall asleep.
Nick
Ten Years Later…
Another busy day of traveling with the world-renowned and uber-sexy Temperance Strong. My Lillian is pregnant again with our fifth and final child. She's already threatened to cut my nuts off if I knock her up again. I can believe her or test her theory, but either way, my nuts are still going to get snipped. I'll take care of it with a professional, though. We have three sons—Johnny, Cole, and Mark—and one daughter, April. The last one is a mystery. I'm betting another girl, although a boy would be great as well.
My parents kept the kids, and we will pick them up in the morning. For now, it's just my lovely wife and me. She's watching me as I stare at her, biting my lower lip, thinking about how sexy she looks and how I want to spread her across the table and enjoy her sweet pussy.
“What are you thinking?” she questions with eyes full of suspicion.
“I'm thinking how delicious you'll taste and how I want to fuck you so bad.” She smirks at me in almost a challenge of sorts. I shake my head at her. “You have two options, baby. You go upstairs, strip naked, and wait for me with your thighs wide open, or I can take you hard and fast right here.”
I can see the heat coming over her face as she considers her options. She messed with me the entire flight home, reaching over to stroke me. She knew damn well we wouldn't fit in that bathroom. And how bad I wanted to fuck her up in the sky. Next time we're flying privately because I can't be around her for that many hours without being inside her.
“It’s time to pay the Pied Piper, Lillian. What will it be?”
She took off running and giggling. She didn’t go
upstairs. Instead, she ran into the kitchen. I arch my brow, pushing the door open. I don’t see her in my view. Then I see the sliding door to the backyard open. What a shit. I hear a splash, and there is my wife swimming in our large pool, completely butt-ass naked. Her curves are so perfect as the water glides over them. My dick presses hard against my zipper. Fuck, I’m going to tear her pussy up for this.
“Woman, you’re lucky this motherfucker is out of flight paths.” We don’t have any neighbors in this direction so they can’t see over my twelve-foot fence.
“Come get me, Nicky,” she teases. I take off my shirt and shorts, kicking off my shoes in the process. As soon as my socks are off, I jump into the pool. She giggles then tries to get away, but I’m a great swimmer, and I catch her fast.
I pull her body against mine, her back to my chest. “You fucked up, wife,” I whisper, biting her ear. “I’m going to fuck your pretty mouth, and then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk. Got that?” I say, running my fingers around her inner thigh, skimming the edge of her sweet pussy. I’m turned on beyond belief.
Moving to the edge of the pool, I sit with my thighs wide open. Lillian bobs right between my legs, rubbing her tits on my cock. I drop my head back and moan as her lips wrap around the tip. She takes me deeper, working my shaft with her soft hands. I’m so damn close to coming that I pull her off of me. Sliding back into the water, I move behind her and help her bend over. Her hands splay onto the steps just under the water. I thrust into her wetness without any fucking preliminaries. She doesn’t need anything because my wife loves the power of making me come and it gets her close.
“Are you going to fucking come out here naked again?” I ask, thrusting hard into her. She nods. “What’s that?” I ask, knowing she’s going to do it again and I’m going to come chasing.
“Yes, Nick,” she cries out; her pussy clenching my cock as she creams. I flood her with my seed, and I’m just getting started. I want her to remember her punishment for the next time. We spend the next hour playing and loving each other on the edge of the pool.
We get out just as the clouds start to appear. I grab our settee, moving it into the house. Still naked and wet, we sit inside and watch the rain come down.
I wrap her up in my arms and a large blanket that rests on the back of the settee. Kissing her temple, I whisper, “Yes, but you love your stormy nights.”
“Always, Mr. Knight.”
THE END