Unexpected Love

by Davenport, Fiona

  I turned my attention to her clit and suckled it while using two fingers to stretch her pussy. After adding a third, I pushed her over one more peak, satisfied that it was enough for her to be ready for my giant cock.

  I licked my lips as I sat up and groaned at the last taste of her delicious flavor. “I’m already addicted to your pussy, angel,” I told her with a grin. She was panting and watching me with glassy eyes, but her lips tipped up in a crooked smile. Her gaze fell to my cock, standing at attention against my stomach, the tip swollen and purple. She bit her lip, and I groaned. “Not now, angel. But don’t you worry your pretty little head. You’ll be swallowing my fat cock down your throat soon.” Pictures of her lips wrapped around me pushed some come out of the slit on the head of my dick. I was so fucking close.

  Her expression turned cloudy all of a sudden, and she bit her lip before squeaking, “I...are you going to fit?”

  I chuckled. “Yeah, angel. It’ll fit. I promise, baby. You were made to take my cock.”

  She looked a little unsure, but when she lifted her eyes to mine, I was humbled by the complete trust I saw there.

  With a grunt, I lifted her small body up until she was close enough that I could wrap her hands around the wrought-iron bars of the headboard. “Hold tight, angel.” Then I snatched a pillow and shoved it under her hips so nothing would escape. I steadied myself on my knees and pushed her legs as wide as they could comfortably go. As I grabbed her hips and lined up my cock, I prayed I wouldn’t blow the second I got inside her.

  Slowly, I breached her virgin channel and gasped at the way her walls clamped down on my shaft. She was so tight that I had to work my way in with small, shallow thrusts, going just a little deeper each time. Penelope’s cries and whimpers had a steady stream of come already oozing from my cock, and it made her slick, easing my way in. I didn’t stop when I reached the barrier of her virginity, choosing to get it over with and hopefully rekindle the pleasure as quickly as possible so she would forget the pain. She gasped when I broke through, but I used my thumb to put slight pressure on her bundle of nerves, and it quickly morphed into a moan.

  “You are so damn tight, angel,” I gritted out, my teeth clenched as I fought not to come. “You’re doing so good. Just a little more. Fuck!” I was just over halfway in when she let go of the headboard and cupped her tits. She arched her back and pinched her nipples, causing her to cry out in ecstasy. “Holy fucking shit,” I groaned. “That is so damn hot, baby.”

  Her hips bucked, and her pussy walls squeezed so hard that I saw stars, and my body reacted without thinking. With one hard thrust, I drove in until my eleven inches were gloved from root to tip.

  “Jonah! Yes!” Penelope cried out as she threw her head back, and her legs flew around my waist.

  My mind broke, and my body took over completely. I leaned over her and grasped the iron rods for leverage as my hips began to pump hard and fast. “Fuck! Oh fuck, angel! That’s so good. Yeah, baby. Take it all the way. Oh, shit! Fuck!” Sweat beaded on my forehead, and droplets ran down my back.

  Penelope grabbed my biceps, and her pelvis bucked in rhythm with mine, dulling the room with the sound of our skin slapping together. “Yes! Oh, yes! Jonah!” Her cries escalated until at last, she was screaming my name as she detonated and convulsed around me. My orgasm followed on the heels of hers, and I roared as I planted myself as deep as possible and released over and over inside her womb.

  Eventually, my strength deserted me, and I collapsed onto the bed, landing on my side so I was half sprawled over Penelope, who was still panting and shivering from her aftershocks. Somehow, my dick was still hard, and I glanced down to throw it a dirty look, reminding it that we were too hard on Penelope as it was, and she needed rest. Unfortunately, my brain short-circuited at the sight of our creamy essence smeared with her virginal blood on my cock. Possession roared to life, and the caveman inside me beat his chest in pride from the proof that he was the first and would be the last to claim Penelope.

  I was a hair’s breadth away from climbing back on top of her when I heard a soft snore. One look at my angel’s sleeping form, and I was filled with peace and contentment. She was so damn cute; I couldn’t help but smile. Pulling her a little closer, while keeping her hips elevated, I relaxed and simply held her. I tenderly petted her stomach before dipping my hand between her legs. Some of my come had escaped, and I scooped it onto my fingers and pushed it back up inside her. Satisfied, I relaxed and drifted to sleep.

  Epilogue

  Penelope

  “Hey, little man,” I crooned to Tucker in a soft voice as I stared down at him in his crib. I’d tried putting him down for the night thirty minutes ago, but he was fighting going down with all his might. “You’re trying to hold out until Daddy’s back home, aren’t you?”

  Jonah had a dinner meeting tonight; one he’d reluctantly gone to when I’d practically shoved him out the door two and a half hours ago. My husband, for a whole six weeks now— he’d hauled me down the aisle three days after my birthday—preferred to work from home as much as possible so he was close to Tucker and me. Even though he didn’t need to get work done around Tucker’s sleep schedule anymore because I was always around to take care of our son, Jonah still limited the time he spent in the office. He also avoided evening appointments like the plague, but the deal he was currently working on was super near to closing and the owner of the company, who had several patents he wanted to acquire, didn’t have another opening in his calendar for two more weeks.

  “Normally, I’d be all for you staying up to get Daddy cuddles tonight because seeing the two of you together is one of my absolute favorite things in the world.” It always made my ovaries explode—which was a huge part of why I was so anxious for Tucker to be asleep when Jonah got home. I couldn’t wait to share my news with him, and I had a feeling I was going to blurt it out right when he walked in the door. “But maybe you could help me out this one time so Mommy and Daddy can celebrate my surprise in a very adult way before we share it with anyone else, even you.” Tucker babbled at me with a sweet smile on his precious face before he stuffed his fist into his mouth. “I’m going to take that as a yes, sweetie pie. So close your eyes and go nighty night.”

  His slobbery fist slid up his cheek to rub at his sleepy eyes. He lifted his other hand and stuck his tiny thumb into his mouth. His head turned to the side, and I stroked my fingers through his super soft hair until he drifted off to sleep. Then I slowly tiptoed out of his room and softly shut the door behind me. When I made it to the bottom step, the front door flung open, and Jonah called out, “Baby, I’m home!”

  His greeting was a little corny, but my hubby was confident enough to pull it off. Not that it would’ve bothered him if he wasn’t because Jonah was unapologetic about how much he loved me. He didn’t care if someone else had a problem with it. The only thing that mattered to Jonah was my and Tucker’s happiness. Everything he did demonstrated his commitment to our family, which was why I was so excited to share my news with him.

  Launching myself at him, I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as he caught me. “Guess what?”

  “Hmm,” he hummed before his mouth dropped down to mine. My lips parted, and his tongue swept inside. By the time he lifted his head, my panties were damp, and I was grinding against his hard length. “I can come up with a few guesses, but I’m willing to bet they wouldn’t be right.”

  “Guesses?” I echoed, blinking my eyes open as I shook my head.

  “Yeah, baby.” His blue eyes twinkled with humor. “You said you wanted me to guess something, remember?”

  I grinned at him as the sensual fog cleared from my brain, at least a little bit. “Yes, but then you kissed my thoughts out of my head. Your lips should be registered as a lethal weapon because this is the kind of news a woman shouldn’t be able to forget, not even for a minute.”

  His head jerked back in surprise. “Is everything okay?” His hold tightened on me as he st
rode toward the living room. “I knew I never should’ve agreed to that damn dinner meeting.”

  “My news isn’t bad,” I reassured him as he sat down on the couch and settled me on his lap. Cuddling against his chest, I whispered, “In fact, it’s good. Really, really good. Great even.”

  Jonah pressed one long finger against the bottom of my chin and tilted my head up. “What is it, angel?”

  I stared into his gorgeous blue eyes as I answered, “I’m pregnant.”

  Jonah’s eyes filled with awe as his body tensed and his arms locked around me. “You’re pregnant?”

  “Yeah,” I confirmed, reaching into my back pocket to pull out the test I’d taken while he was at his meeting. “While I was making Tucker’s dinner, it hit me that my period is two days late. So I did a quick order from the store, and as soon as it was delivered, I peed on this little stick.”

  He peered down at the two pink lines on the display screen, his lips curving up in a big grin. “You’re carrying my baby.”

  I nodded. “I am.”

  He shifted me on to the cushion before sliding off the couch to kneel in front of me. After tugging my shirt up, he pressed his lips to my belly. I ran my fingers through his dark blond hair and shivered at the feel of his scruff rubbing against my soft skin as he whispered, “Hey, baby girl. It’s Daddy.”

  “There’s no way to know the gender yet,” I reminded him, feeling a little misty-eyed over how emotional I felt seeing Jonah’s reaction to my pregnancy.

  His thumb stroked across my skin, and I felt his lips move as he answered, “It’s going to be a girl.”

  I tilted my head to the side as I grinned down at him. “You sound very sure about that.”

  “Because I am, angel.” Butterflies swirled in my belly when he winked at me. “I’ve been dreaming about knocking you up since we met. Our first after Tucker was a daughter each and every time. I figure it’s got to mean this one’s a girl.”

  Once I turned eighteen, Jonah had stopped hiding that he’d been as drawn to me as I’d been to him all along. Being with him made every day of doubt before my birthday well worth it. “I hope you’re right.”

  “No worries, baby,” he reassured me. “If this one’s not a girl, then we’ll just try again until I get one with her mommy’s auburn hair and blue eyes.”

  I’d be more than happy to keep on trying since each attempt was bound to come with as many orgasms as I could handle...and then some.

  Epilogue

  Jonah

  Twenty-one (ish) years later

  “Tucker.” I greeted my son with a clap to the shoulder as I stepped out onto the back porch of Jamison and Hazel’s country home. I smiled at the hustle and bustle filling the yard, happy to see all our families here for our traditional Fourth of July barbecue. It was the one time of year when all seventeen kids made sure to be home. Tucker grunted in response but kept glaring off in the distance. I followed his line of sight and knew the moment I’d spotted the source of my son’s dark mood.

  “Who invited that punk?” he growled.

  “He’s Jackson’s best friend,” I reminded him.

  The “punk” he was referring to was my youngest son’s friend Sailor, and I was pretty sure Tucker’s objection to the good-looking boy-next-door type was the attention he was showering on Eva; Blair and Justice’s almost sixteen-year-old daughter.

  Tucker had always had a soft spot for her, treating her and protecting her the same way he did his own sisters. But over the last year, as Eva began to mature, I’d seen the growing shock in him as his view of her began to shift.

  “She’s young, Tucker,” I warned.

  His whole body stiffened, and his hands clenched into fists. “I know,” he gritted through clenched teeth. “But I swear, Dad, if he fucking touches her again, I’m going to knock out some of those perfect, fake teeth.”

  Luckily, Eva’s eldest brother Trevor stepped in at that moment, saving Sailor from some major cosmetic surgery. After having a word with the kid—whose face had turned white as a ghost—Trevor made his way across the yard to where we were standing. He stopped when he was standing next to Tucker and glowered, shaking his head. “Who invited that asshole?”

  “Language, Trevor,” Blair scolded softly as she appeared on the porch with my wife close behind.

  “Sorry, Mom,” he muttered as he walked over to kiss her cheek. He glanced back at Tucker and lifted his chin toward the sliding glass door that led to the back kitchen. “Feel like a beer and a game of pool?”

  After throwing one last brooding look toward the group of teenagers, Tucker nodded and followed Trevor into the house.

  Penelope raised her eyebrows and sidled up next to me, looping her arm through mine. Her soft breasts pressed against me, and even after over two decades together, it still made my heart rate speed up and my cock harden.

  “Is everything okay with Tucker?” she asked quietly.

  “Yeah, angel. He’s just a little too much like his old man.” She eyed me with curiosity, but I just smiled down at her before lowering my head to take her mouth in a deep, lingering kiss.

  “Ew! Dad! Stop mauling Mom!” Our daughter Faith complained loudly before making an exaggerated gagging sound.

  Penelope jerked away, and her face heated adorably, which only served to make me want her more. I barked a laugh and gave her a wink.

  “Yeah, get a room,” Jamison teased as he meandered over to the grill at the bottom of the steps.

  My lips spread into a wide grin. “I believe we have one of those here,” I drawled. Penelope’s blush began to spread down her neck to her cleavage. However, she didn’t utter a peep when I scooped her into my arms and stalked into the house.

  * * *

  “Come for me, angel,” I purred before blowing on the bundle of nerves between my wife’s delicious thighs. I crooked two fingers inside her pussy to rub against her most sensitive spot, and that was all it took for her to break apart with a cry of pleasure.

  Before she came down from the high of her orgasm, I moved up her body and slid my cock into her drenched, pulsing heat. “Fuck,” I groaned. “So damn tight.” After four babies and taking my big cock for over twenty years, I didn’t know how she could still feel like a damn virgin. “Squeeze that pussy, baby.” Her walls clamped down even harder, and I shouted, “Fuck, yes!”

  “Jonah,” she moaned as she bucked her hips, begging for another release.

  “You want to come, angel?”

  She nodded frantically and wrapped her legs around my waist tight as a vise grip. “Yes. Please!”

  In the next instant, I’d pulled out, flipped her over, and drawn her up onto her hands and knees before plunging back inside. Then I held perfectly still with a firm grip on her hips so she couldn't move either. She whimpered in protest when she tried to push back, and I wouldn’t give an inch.

  “I already let you come once without making you pay for your little defiance today, angel,” I snarled. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice that you weren’t wearing a bra, Penelope?”

  She turned her head, and her gorgeous blue eyes landed on my face. Her expression was the picture of innocence, and I almost laughed. Damn, I loved this woman. More and more every day. And I didn’t see that ever changing.

  “What did I promise would happen if you disobeyed me, angel?”

  The look on her face slipped, and she licked her lips as she watched me with anticipation. “I guess I earned a spanking,” she mewled. She bit her lip but couldn’t completely suppress the lift at the corners of her mouth.

  My eyes narrowed into a glare. “It’s a lot less effective when you look forward to your punishment, angel,” I groused. She opened her mouth to speak, but I chose that moment to give each ass cheek a hard smack, and she yelped instead.

  Fire burned in her gaze, and she licked her lips again, making me wish that pink tongue was running around my cock instead of her mouth. Shivers raced down my spine, causing my balls to draw up and tingle wit
h the need to come.

  I bent over Penelope and put my hand on her neck, pushing her face down into the bed. Then I spanked her luscious ass until it was cherry red, and I knew it would smart every time she sat down the next day.

  Every time I slapped her ass, her inner muscles would massage my cock, milking me closer and closer to orgasm. Between that and her cries of passion, she was quickly fraying the thin threads of my control. I wasn’t going to last any longer. I slipped both hands under her torso to cup her tits and lifted her up onto her knees so her back was molded to my chest. I started pumping fast and hard while I twisted and plucked her nipples. Fire swept through my body, and just before I shattered, I brought the flat of my palm down on her pussy. Penelope threw her head back and screamed my name. One more drive all the way home and I roared as come exploded from my cock. I released round after round of my thick cream and already felt it leaking from my wife’s pussy and dripping down my shaft.

  If she hadn’t been on birth control, I had no doubt I would have gotten her pregnant with the force of my orgasm and amount of come filling her womb. Sometimes, I really missed seeing her round and swollen with our children, and a tiny part of me would wish I could have it again.

  But it didn’t matter that I was no longer trying to get her pregnant because I always felt the satisfied roar of the possessive Neanderthal inside whenever I marked her pussy with my essence. It was even enough to set off another small orgasm.

  “I love you so fucking much, angel,” I panted with my face buried in the crook of her neck.

  “I love you too, Jonah,” she mumbled as her body began to go limp. I chuckled as she slid off my cock to collapse bonelessly down onto the bed. Then she snuggled into the covers and yawned. I pushed her hair out of her face and gently kissed her temple before climbing off the bed and going into the bathroom to clean up. Instead of returning with a warm, damp cloth to wipe away the proof that she belonged to me, I spent a few minutes rubbing it into her skin. If she would have let me, I would have sprayed her with my come and rubbed it all over her every morning. I loved knowing she was wearing me and smelled like me. She was mine, and I wanted every fucker out there to know it.