by Adams, S. C.
I can’t resist. I walk over to where she’s standing next to the window and a press a kiss to that elegant swan neck.
“You’re gorgeous,” I whisper in her ear. “I can’t stop myself.”
She knows what I want and immediately turns to latch both her arms around my neck while offering her lips for a kiss.
“Then don’t hold back,” she murmurs, “Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I don’t want it too. In fact, I want it even more.”
I growl, laughing and groaning at once because this is why Ally’s perfect for me. She’s hot, and so wet and ready even though just seconds ago, we were standing across the room from one another. But now, it’s on. I sweep her into my arms and stride into the bedroom before setting her gently down on the king-size bed. It’s decorated for Christmas, and Ally’s put a miniature Christmas tree in the corner. Icicle lights cast a glow on her sweetly pregnant tummy, and I smile down at her. How did I get so lucky?
“Are you ready?” I growl, pulling her dress off in one fell swoop. My fingers dip between her legs, and her panties are already soaked. “Fuck. So wet for me, just like always.”
She mewls and sighs, tossing her head as her legs spread wantonly, giving me access.
“I’m always ready for you, Robert,” she agrees. “Always.”
It’s too much for me. After all, Ally is my fantasy come to life. She’s intelligent, motivated, and fertile as hell. The girl has left Ladybug Tots to pursue a Master’s in Education, and insists on going to class even though she’s getting rounder by the day.
“At least let me drive you to school,” I rumbled. “I don’t want you walking while you’re carrying my baby.”
Ally lets out a musical laugh.
“Rob, Rob, Rob,” she giggles. “Of course I’m going to walk to class. After all, it’s only one block away.”
I have to give her that. Ally’s enrolled at Central Institute, which conveniently is located only two hundred feet from our building.
“Well, let me know if you want me to walk with you to class,” I growl. “I’m not too busy.”
She smiles.
“Of course you’re not, my gorgeous husband. But I’m okay, I swear. Plus, classes are ending soon for holiday break, so there won’t be too much walking anymore.”
And that’s why this woman is perfect for me. Ally gives as good as she gets. When you’re a billionaire, it’s easy to surround yourself with yes-men and people who agree to anything you say. But my wife isn’t like that. She calls me out on my shit, and stands up for herself. Her sassy spirit and feisty ways drive me crazy sometimes, but they’re also part of what I love most about her.
Plus, she’s good with children, did I mention? Katie absolutely adores her, and calls Ally “Mommy” now. I’m not sure what my daughter calls Lindsay, as we’re no longer in touch. It’s sad but all of my interactions with my ex are conducted through lawyers. It’s just easier this way.
But back to the present. There are many parts of my wife that I adore, and right now, her delectable pussy and heaving breasts are definitely part of the equation. I bend my head to kiss that glistening pink slit, and she lets out a delighted squeal as her clit throbs.
“Rob,” she moans. “More. Please, yes. More.”
I give her more. I rear up to stand before her, my giant rod erect and absolutely enormous. But Ally shows no fear. Instead, she smiles and pulls me closer. The woman is so slick that I slip in easily, almost by accident. But this is no accident because she lets out another moan as I sink deep into her tight hole, her eyes closing as her back arches a bit.
“Oh god, yes,” she breathes. “So good.”
I nod, my heart pumping furiously as I watch the curvy brunette laid out like a feast before me. What did I do to deserve this woman? Here she is, heavily pregnant with my child, giving me what I need even though it can’t possibly be comfortable with her growing belly. But I’m an asshole, so I take every opportunity available, and that includes loving her right here, right now.
Slowly, I slip my shaft out of her sweet slit. She groans, and I get even harder watching as my pole reappears from between those swollen pink lips. I’m drenched, and my hard rod is shiny with the evidence of her need.
“You got me all lubed up sweetheart, so we’re going to move to stage two. What do you say?”
Her eyes fly open, but it’s too late. I’ve already shifted downwards a bit and now the head of my dick is nudging her dark star.
“Oh!” is her surprised yelp as I press a bit, spreading her tight pleats with my massive head. “Oh god. Yes!”
Again, I’m reminded of why she’s perfect for me. Ally’s offered every part of her body to me with no shame, and I’ve loved every inch of that beautiful form. As a result, this isn’t my first time taking her in her back end, and it won’t be the last. She moans again as I sink deeper into her bottom, while pushing her knees up so that I can get better access to every inch of this beautiful girl.
“Yes,” I growl. “Yes, come with me sweetheart. I want you to.”
Ally’s eyes are dazed now but her body responds. After a few slow strokes in and out of her behind, I reach one hand down to tap her clit a few times, and she positively explodes on my cock. A long, guttural growl escapes her throat as her ass clamps down, and then begins a series of shudders.
“Oh!” is her delighted squeal. “Oh god, Rob. Yes!”
I’m lost too. The feel of her bottom squeezing my hardness as her swollen folds gush wetly shoots me to the stars, and the virility comes boiling out of my shaft rapid-fire to fill her back end.
“Fuuuuck,” is my low grunt. “Oh shit baby.”
Afterwards, we lay together, panting and spent on the bed. Slowly, I lever myself up and watch with satisfaction as white fluid leaks from her back door. This is what I love about my wife. She’s so dirty, and it’s all for me. With one finger, I reach up and push the liquid back into her bottom, where it belongs, stopping to stroke her pleats a bit.
“Mmm, Robert,” she murmurs with a sleepy smile. “That feels good.”
“Excellent,” I say with a growl. “Because give me five minutes, and we can do this all over again.”
She giggles.
“Five minutes? That’s all you need?”
That’s all I’ll ever need with this woman. I bend down and take her hand, pressing it to my lips for a moment.
“I need this,” I say, kissing her palm. “I need this,” I repeat, pressing a soft kiss to one nipple. “And I need this,” I finish, capturing her mouth with mine. The contact is electric: the kiss is deep, passionate, and loving at once because she is mine, and I am hers. Our hearts have found each other through the thicket called life, and although our union was unlikely, it’s here to last. This woman is my everything, and she means the world to me. I know this in my heart of hearts, but somehow, I have to hear her say it too.
“Say you love me,” I command against her lips. “Tell me you do.”
Ally’s smile is as bright as the sunshine, her glow suffusing my heart and warming me from the inside out.
“I love you Robert Lockhart. Now you say it too,” she invites with a sweet smile.
How can I resist?
“I love you. I love you. I love you,” is my chant, punctuated with kisses to her cheek, chin, and mouth. “I love everything about you, and always will. You and the baby are the best Christmas gifts a man could ask for.”
She sighs and presses her mouth to mine.
“I love you,” she breathes again.
“Always,” I echo. Our mouths fuse, and again, I’m reminded of how lucky I am. The day care provider met the billionaire, and he swept her off her feet. We learned a few lessons along the way, but all’s well that ends well, and now that my wife has said that she loves me, I can take those words and cherish them in my heart forever.
THE END
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Sneak Peek: Babydaddy To Go
; Alyssa
Alyssa’s new to New York City, and a handsome stranger offers to show her around. But will their fun-filled adventure turn into something more?
So far, everything I’ve seen about New York is from the inside of a train station.
My grandparents dropped me off in Boston bright and early this morning to catch the one-ninety-five train into Penn Station. I forgot to pack my phone charger, so it died three quarters of the way through my four-hour ride. Ugh. Talk about absent-minded.
I’m not usually the type of person who needs to be tied to her cell at all times, but it would really come in handy right now. I have absolutely no idea where I am, which means I have no idea how to get to my apartment. Luckily, I remembered that I was supposed to take the subway to Grand Central Terminal. After that, I’m totally lost.
Why is this happening? Why why why? Especially since this is supposed to be the start of my great adventure.
I stare down at my map again. The numbers are so tiny, but I manage to locate Grand Central. I search for the street where my apartment is supposed to be, but I can’t find it. Where are the “west” streets on this stupid map? I think I bought a faulty one.
“Excuse me, Miss? Are you okay?”
I jump, startled by the sudden voice. In front of me is a man with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen, and they’re looking very concerned.
“What?” I mumble, not remembering what he said.
He chuckles.
“I was asking if you’re okay. You appear to be lost.”
I hold up my map, exasperated.
“My phone died and I can’t figure out this stupid map! I need to be on West 55th, and this is East 42nd. That means I’m like a hundred blocks away, right?” comes my vexed tone.
The handsome man doesn’t laugh at my naiveté.
“You’re actually less than a mile from your destination,” he says with a wry grin.
Befuddled, I look down at my map and then up at him.
“How is that even possible?”
He shrugs.
“That’s New York for you. Fifth Avenue is basically the epicenter of the city. The streets switch from east to west there. We’re not far.”
“I’ve heard of Fifth,” I say slowly. “It’s where people go to shop, right?”
He laughs.
“Yeah, except that you have to have a million dollars to afford the shopping on Fifth, and I unfortunately, don’t have that kind of money.”
I can’t help but blush. He’s so hot, and I’m a bedraggled mouse standing in the bustling halls of Grand Central. He could have walked by like the million other people here, but instead, he chose to help me.
“I don’t think many people have that kind of money,” I say shyly. “I actually just moved here today, as you can tell,” are my words. The two oversized suitcases I’ve been lugging around are practically bursting at the seams. He raises his eyebrows. Being lost in New York City sucks; being lost with suitcases is even worse.
“Welcome to New York,” the guy says drolly. “I’ve lived here my whole life. I can help you find your apartment, if you’d like.”
After the trouble I’ve had trying to find it myself, I know I have to take him up on it. After all, what am I going to do? Letting a perfect stranger help me might be dangerous, but it’s morning and there are tons of witnesses around. I’ll be fine.
“That would be so great,” are my grateful words. “I don’t think I’ll find it on my own.”
“Excellent! I’m Nate, by the way.”
“Alyssa,” I tell him shyly. “Thank you so much for helping me out.”
His smile is warm and genuine. “It’s my pleasure. Can I take one of your bags?”
Again, there’s no way I can say no. The suitcases are heavy. Any help is much appreciated.
Suddenly, Nate takes a step towards me and I freeze like a deer in headlights because he smells amazing. But this isn’t some male cologne or a weird chemical scent. Instead, he smells masculine and spicy, which is the best combination in the world. There are notes of something tangy mixed with the deep musk of a woody forest. I have to stabilize myself with my suitcase because a fog begins to permeate my brain. Oh my god, what’s going on? But the gorgeous man doesn’t notice.
“Follow me,” he says in his deep, sexy voice. He takes off towards an exit with shiny gold doors and holds one open so I can drag myself through it. Nate turns right and then immediately turns right again. We probably could have gone out a different set of doors, but the cool air feels great on my warm skin. It was getting a bit clammy inside the terminal. Of course, that may have more to do with Nate than the actual temperature.
“So what do you think of New York so far?” he asks with a wry smile. Huffing, I smile back. I’m a bigger girl and the exertion is making me sweat, but I try to make like this is all a walk in the park.
“I haven’t seen much,” I tell him breezily. “Just the skyline, but I’ve seen that in photos. This is my first time actually walking in New York City.”
He raises his brows.
“You moved to New York without ever visiting?”
I blush. It does sound crazy, come to think of it.
“Well, I had this great opportunity I couldn’t turn down. I’m going to start school here.”
Nate nods.
“Well, you’re definitely pretty enough for New York,” he flirts. “We like pretty girls in the big city, have you heard?”
His comment takes me off guard and I nearly face plant on the side walk while hyperventilating, my knees weak. Oh god. Was that comment really directed at me? Luckily, Nate is there to catch me.
“Thanks,” I say, letting myself luxuriate in the hard warmth of his arms before scrambling upright again. “Um, I’ve been a little worried about fitting in here. I grew up in a small town in Maine. It’s like, the total opposite of the city.”
His easy grin sends shivers up my spine.
“Hey, the first step is looking the part. As soon as you lose the suitcases, you’ll fit right in. The rest of it? Most of us are faking it until we make it, trust me. And you have to walk fast to be a real New Yorker.”
I laugh, my death grip on my suitcase lessening.
“I think I can handle all that. Are the people here all as nice as you are?”
He smiles.
“Absolutely not. I’m one in a million.”
“Really?” I ask playfully. “Is that so?”
Nate nods, but then shakes his head while chuckling.
“No, sorry. I tend to be pretty sarcastic. I won’t lie and say everyone in New York is nice but you’ll meet some great people here. For the most part, New Yorkers are willing to help if you need it. As long as you stay out of their way when they’re heading to work because you know what it’s like here. Work, work, work.”
I sigh, but I guess it makes sense. After all, I’m here to pursue the career of my dreams as well. We take another turn and a gasp escapes my lips. Oh my god, is it really? This is near where the giant Christmas tree is lit up during the holidays! Holy cow.
Nate reads my mind and grins again.
“Coming up on the left is Radio City Music Hall. I definitely recommend seeing a show there. And yep, this is where they have the tree at Rockefeller Center.”
“It’s where the Rockettes perform, right?” My voice comes out breathy and awed.
Nate nods.
“The venue hosts other stuff, too, but yeah, the Rockettes do their yearly Christmas show at Radio City.”
“I’ve always wanted to see that!” I say, almost clapping my hands with glee. “And I’m living within walking distance? That’s awesome! By the way, what’s your favorite thing to do in New York?” I ask.
“Eat,” he says matter of factly. “There are a ton of amazing restaurants throughout the city. We have some of the best food in the world, in my humble opinion. I love trying new places and discovering new cuisines.”
“I love food too,” I share. “You’ll h
ave to tell me your favorite restaurants so I can check them out.”
Before Nate can respond, we take one last left and the street name finally matches the one on my rental agreement. Sooner than I’d like, we’re in front of my new apartment building.
“Thanks for helping me get here,” I say shyly as Nate hands me my second suitcase. I got lucky and scored a first floor apartment, so my need for his assistance ends here. Plus, it wouldn’t be wise of me to invite some guy I just met into my apartment building. Nate seems nice and trustworthy, but still. This is the big city, and I’m not that naive.
“My pleasure,” he growls. “Hey, what are you here to study? I almost forgot to ask.”
“Oh. Cooking. I got accepted into this awesome culinary school called the New York Academy for Culinary Arts. Have you heard of it?”
Nate’s face goes blank for some reason. Is he not into chefs? I realize there’s a deluge of shows on the Food Channel, and a cookbook out every week. Or maybe his ex was a chef? But just as quickly, the expression is wiped off his face.
“That’s great, Alyssa. Good luck.”
“Thanks.”
He doesn’t move, so I turn to go, raising one hand in farewell. The handsome man grins then.
“Can I get your number?”
Excitement pours through my veins.
“Yes!” I practically shout. My cheeks redden. “I mean, sure. No problem.”
Nate laughs, throwing his head back to reveal perfect white teeth.
“I liked walking with you. If you ever need someone to do touristy things with, I’m your guy.”
“Really?” I ask. Maybe the Big Apple is a charmed city where dreams really do come true.
He grins.
“Yeah, of course. I may have lived here my whole life, but there are still things I’ve never done. In fact, I’ve never been to the Met.”
