by Madison Faye
Jackson’s expanded his clinic to being the largest and best neonatal and prenatal care in New York, and since he’d be too modest to say it, the world. He takes everyone now with the added space and all of the donors they have now — not just rich clients, but the poor who can’t normally afford care like this. But with him, they get the best, and they get it pro-bono.
Me? I’m finishing up my undergraduate degree in pre-med, and I’ve already been accepted to NYU’s School of Medicine, where I’ll focus on Pediatric Psychology. I made Jackson swear not to pull any strings or to use his influence, but then, he might have anyways, even if he knew I could do it on my own merit, because that’s just who he is. He wants the world for me, and he gives me that, every single day.
I don’t know if it was that day, specifically, but if it wasn’t, then it wasn’t long after when it did “take.” I gave birth to our son Jonah ten months after Jackson proposed and nine months after the wedding. A year and a half later, Carrie was arrived. And even with the kids, and my school, and Jackson’s expanded clinic and responsibilities, we still make time for us, and the things we do so so well together.
…Which is exactly the reason I’m not fitting in my usual jeans these days.
Yeah, number three is on the way, another little girl due in just under four months. And yet, my husband still seems to find me irresistible, apparently.
“Come here, angel.”
The growl shivers through me, rousing me from the half-sleep I’ve nodded into. I wake fully, half turning to find that Jackson’s slid into bed behind me, home late from the clinic but home nonetheless. The corner bedroom in our new penthouse is dark, but the floor-length window drapes are pulled open, letting the sparkling jewel lights of the city twinkle around us.
“I missed you,” I whisper, smiling as he pulls me tight and slides a hand over my belly.
“I missed you guys too,” he growls. “How’s our little princess?”
“Large,” I pout.
I can feel Jackson grin as he moves right against me, but then, I can also feel something big throbbing against my panty-covered ass.
“C’mon, there’s no way that’s for me,” I grumble. “I’m huge.”
“You’re fucking beautiful is what you are,” he growls back, his hands sliding over my skin. He starts to tug at the maternity tank top I’m wearing, tugging it up over my belly and up to my breasts.
“Kids asleep?”
I nod, swallowing thickly as his hands push the flimsy tank over my engorged breasts. His fingers tease over my extra sensitive nipples, making me gasp.
“Good,” he purrs. “Because I think it’s been entirely too long since I’ve made you come all over my cock.”
“Too long?” I grin, rolling my eyes. “I seem to remember someone coming into the shower behind me this morning and doing exactly that.”
Jackson growls lowly, and I can feel his cock pulse against my ass.
“That was at least ten hours ago. Like I said, entirely too long.”
His hands slide down to my panties, thumbs hooking into the waist as he starts to peel them down. I moan, feeling my pulse race as he strips me bare for him. I reach back, whimpering as I feel my husband’s thick cock throbbing so hard in his suit pants.
“Someone’s wearing too many clothes for this bed, I think.”
He practically tears his shirt off, and when I hear the jangle of his belt and the tug of his zipper, and feel him kick his pants away, my breath catches. He moves back behind me, and this time, it’s the totally bare, hot, swollen head of his cock that I feel tease between my thighs. His hand follows, sliding between my legs from behind and stroking across my pussy.
“Someone is very wet,” he growls, making me moan into my arm as he spreads my lips and teases my clit with his thumb. “I think my dirty girl’s been having some very nice thoughts while I was gone.”
I gasp, pushing back into his hand and arching my back. His other hand cups my full breasts, teasing my nipples and stroking my skin as his thumb rolls my tender bud. I can feel my slick heat coating my thighs, and when he slips his beautiful cock between them, I moan.
“I was imagining you coming home, and doing exactly this, actually,” I purr quietly, biting my lip as his hands drive me wild. His lips graze the back of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Doing what, exactly, angel?”
“This.”
“Tell me,” he growls, twisting my nipple just enough to make me gasp. He eases his bulging cock head against my pussy, letting me feel how hard he is without actually penetrating. I can feel his sticky sweet precum dripping from the tip and coating my eager lips.
“Sliding into bed behind me,” I whimper. “And pinning me to the bed.”
“And,” he growls, rubbing his thick shaft across my opening.
“And making me scream into the pillows while you fuck me,” I cry out, shuddering as his thumb threatens to make me come already.
“Spread your legs,” Jackson growls lowly into my ear, making my whole body catch fire. I half turn into the bed, spreading one leg out in front of me as I arch my back and push my ass back, opening me up for him. His cock head teases over my clit, but when he eases it against my tight, slick opening, I can feel my whole body aching for him to take me.
“Tell me what you want, dirty girl,” he purrs, teasing me mercilessly with the little taste of his cock.
“Fuck me,” I moan. “I want you to fuck me with that big, hard cock of yours.”
I whimper and turn my head, biting my lip and gasping as I lock eyes with the man I love.
“Fuck my little pussy, doctor.”
I barely have time to grab a pillow to moan into as Jackson pushes forward and buries every inch of his cock to the hilt inside of me. My body shivers, my pussy gripping at him and milking his gorgeous dick as he grinds deep inside. His powerful hands grab my hips, holding me tight as he pulls back only to plunge back in again.
His hips start to move against me harder, filling me up with every deep, powerful thrust and making me scream into the pillow. My hands slide up to my breasts, cupping them and pinching my own nipples as Jackson’s cock sends shivers of pure ecstasy shuddering through my body.
He moves on top of me, pulling me up onto my knees with his cock still stretching me wide. His hands slide up my bare back as I drop my shoulders to the bed, teasing my skin before he tangles one in my hair. I scream again into the pillow as he pulls back and then drives in deep, filling my little pussy to the brim. His balls, heavy and swollen with cum for me, slap my clit on every thrust, making me moan and shiver as my gorgeous husband takes control and starts to fuck me the way he knows I love.
His chiseled body ripples, muscles clenching and coiling as he tugs my hair, grips my ass, and plunges his fat cock deep inside of me again and again. I turn my head, cheek to the bed as I gasp in pleasure, feeling him push me closer and closer to the edge.
“Give me your hands, sweetness,” he growls, sliding his own hands down over my back and up my arms. Our fingers lock, and slowly, he pulls me up until I’m kneeling — back arched with his cock still buried inside. He grips my wrists with one hand, pinning my arms behind my back and letting the control shiver through me like wildfire that’s set me ablaze.
“Fuck, Ada, you know how much I love your pussy when you’re pregnant,” he groans into my ear, the other hand wrapping around my body to splay his fingers across my protruding belly. “How fucking wet you get, and how tight your little pussy milks my cock. How your body feels hotter, how your skin tingles when I touch you. I love how your breasts swell up, and how one flick of a finger across your nipples—”
He slides his hand up to cup my tits, sliding one finger over my sensitive nipple. I moan deeply, arching my back and pushing my ass back to take as much of his big dick as I can.
“Just like that,” he groans, his cock throbbing inside my pussy. Both of his hands move to my breasts, cupping them and teasing my nipples as he start
s to fuck me like that, both of us kneeling on the bed.
“I can feel your sticky, sweet pussy dripping down my cock, angel. I can feel it dripping down my balls.” He growls, sliding a hand down to where we meet and teasing my clit as he starts to fuck me a little harder. I cry out, pushing back to meet his thrusts as his fingers tease my clit. He slides his hand back up, but this time, he brings it to his lips.
Jackson groans as he sucks my juices from his fingers.
“Fuck do you taste like candy, angel,” he growls, sliding his fingers back down. He does it again — teasing my little clit merciless as he fucks me, before bringing them up and licking them clean as I go to pieces around him.
“I know you’re close, love,” he purrs in my ear, his arms wrapping around my body and holding me so tight against his muscled chest as he starts to drive into me harder and faster. “I know you can feel how big you make my cock, and I know you can feel how heavy and swollen my balls are. Fuck, angel, I’ve been dying to give you more of my cum since this morning. I’ve been dying to fill this tight little cunt up with every fucking drop while you come so good for me.”
Our bodies crash together again and again, my clit dragging on his thick shaft with every thrust. His hands cup my breasts again, teasing my nipples as his lips and his teeth leave marks down my neck.
And I’m lost. My whole body starts to tremble — more and more out of control until I can feel the whole wave start to crash over me.
“Fuck that big fat cock, angel,” he hisses in my ear. “Pump that pussy back and take it all.”
I scream in pleasure, thrusting my ass back to take his thrusts as he gives them, feeling every inch of him drive inside.
“Now make that pussy come, sweetness. Make that tight little pussy come for me so I can feel your sweet girl-cum drip down my balls. And then I’m going to give you every drop of mine, and I want this pretty little pussy to swallow every drop.”
He drives in balls deep, his muscled body coiling and rippling at my back. His hands cup my full breasts, and when his fingers roll over my nipples and his teeth rake across my earlobe, I scream.
The orgasm explodes through me, hitting me like a storm. I cry out, my whole body tensing and clenching up tight around him as I go screaming over the edge. Jackson growls in my ear, driving his cock as deep as he can before I feel his cum blast inside of me. Pump after pump of his hot cum spurts deep inside of me, splashing against my womb until I can feel it leak out and trickle down my thighs.
Slowly, he gathers me in his arms and rolls us over, pulling my back against his chest as we lay on our sides once again. I grin, panting and snuggling back into him as he trails kisses over my shoulders.
“I love you, Ada,” he purrs into my ear, his masculine growls rumbling through me.
“I love you too,” I whisper back, turning my head to kiss him softly.
“You, uh,” I grin. “You do know I’m already pregnant though, right?” My grin widens as I see his own smile creep across his chiseled, handsome jaw. “I mean, if you were trying to knock me up, I think it’s safe to say mission accomplished, like, five months ago.”
“Smart ass,” he chuckles, pulling me close and kissing the back of my beck. “Besides, I’m just practicing.”
I arch a brow, turing to smile at him.
“For?”
My husband grins hungrily at me, and when I feel his still-hard cock throb against my ass, my pulse quickens.
“For next time, angel.”
The End.
Sneak Peek!
Looking for more over-the-top insta-love and an alpha who knows what he wants?
…I mean, duh?
On the next few pages, I’ve included a sneak peek of Doctor O-Maker, which is Jackson’s friend Aiden’s story from this book. Both books are completely standalone stories, but if you’d like to keep reading, scroll on for a hot glimpse!
Thanks again for your support, and happy reading!
<3,
Madison
Doctor O-Maker
No O? Come and meet your cure.
He’s gorgeous, dominant, panty-meltingly hot, and looks at me like he wants to tear my clothes off and fulfill every single filthy fantasy I’ve ever had.
The only problem? He’s my doctor. Oops.
I’m seeing him to fix “my problem” – my big “no O” problem. Yeah, you see, I’ve never had one – no grand finale, no big bang, no happy ending.
Never.
Doctor Aiden Owenson – “Doctor O” – is supposedly the man who can help, but I’ve got my reservations.
That is, until he puts his hands on me. Until he looks at me like he wants to devour me. Until he tells me I’m his, and his alone.
I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to fall for your doctor.
I’m pretty sure your doctor isn’t supposed to examine you in his bed, across his desk, and while you’re screaming his name.
I’m pretty sure we’re breaking every rule, and I’m pretty sure I don’t care.
Doctor O is supposed to show me the O. Now the only problem is, I never want him to stop.
Warning: side effects may include fever, elevated heart rate, sweating, and chronic page-turning far past your bed time. Steaming hot insta-love, an over-the-top dominant alpha hero, and fantasy run completely amok. But something tells me, you know exactly what this dirty little book is about ;).
Safe, no cheating, and a HEA guaranteed.
Chapter 1
Aiden
The night before:
The girl came out of nowhere, and instantly I was hooked. Instantly, my blood ran like fire in my veins.
Instantly, my head turned like it hadn’t in, well, ever.
I’d seen her the second she’d stepped into the elegant, low-lit bar to the side of the restaurant. Luciano’s was an exclusive fucking place, and she was dressed for it.
Fuck was she dressed for it.
The little black dress fit her like a second skin, clinging to every single luscious curve, teasing high across her creamy thighs. Her long blonde hair fell like waves over her bare shoulders and the thin straps of the dress, and red, pouty lips looked so fucking tempting that my cock throbbed between my thighs.
I’d just eaten dinner, but instantly, I was fucking starving.
I was young, successful, and I worked out. I was a very well paid doctor, and was single. I know, I should have been bedding women every night. And if you watch too many tv dramas about doctors, you might believe that.
But the truth was, I chased my job, not pussy. I knew women looked at me, I wasn’t fucking blind. But I didn’t have the time for that. Hell, I didn’t have the interest, even in the casual.
But that night, everything changed.
She slunk towards an empty seat of the bar, but I was up and moving towards her in an instant. I’d seen what I liked, and I knew what I wanted. Like I said, I didn’t have time for women, but I knew in an instant I’d make all the damn time in the world for her.
I’d moved towards her with purpose, my eyes locked on her and my jaw tight. She turned, and when she saw me and saw the heat in my gaze, she’d stopped, her cheeks going red. I strode right towards her, pushing aside another woman who stepped up to me with a look that said she wanted to make small talk, pushing aside the waiter — hell, I’d have pushed aside the world for her.
And then I was standing right in front of her, doing everything in my power not to just wrap my arms around her, pull her close, and kiss her with everything I had.
“Hi,” she’d breathed, her pulse beating fast in the hollow of her neck as her big, hazel eyes dragged over me. Our gazes locked, and when her soft tongue darted out to wet those pouty lips, I could feel my pulse jump and my muscles clench.
“Are you here alone?”
She’d blushed deeper, stammering to say something before she’d just nodded. “Yes.”
“Good.”
She gasped quietly when I said it, and when I moved even closer
to her, until we were almost touching, she didn’t move back.
…She moved into me.
Then I did growl, and when my hand slid to her waist, I could hear her breath catch quietly.
“What’s your name?” I’d breathed, my hand sliding over her waist as we moved together. She looked deep into my eyes, hers blinking and heavy with lust.
“Does it matter?” she said quietly.
“It will.”
“But not right now.”
“Not right now,” I’d growled, wrapping her in my arms. I’d never moved that fast. I’d never been completely thunderstruck by a woman, and certainly not in a matter of seconds. She tilted her head up, her gorgeous eyes piercing into my dark ones, and her sweet, pouty, tempting lips parting just enough to make me want to claim them.
“Let me buy you a—”
And then she’d kissed me.
She threw her arms around my neck, she’d pulled me down, and she’d crushed those perfect, soft lips of hers to mine. She’d kissed me, and my entire world turned upside down.
I groaned as I pulled her against me, not giving a single shit that we were in a bar, even if it was dark. My hand slid around her waist, yanking her body tight to mine as I kissed her hard enough to bruise. She moaned into my mouth — a hungry and sweet, sultry, yet innocent sound that got my cock swelling up rock hard in seconds.
My hands tightened on her, our bodies grinding together as our lips sealed and our tongues danced. I could feel her legs spreading ever so slightly around my thigh, and when I felt the raw heat between her legs, I’d fucking lost my mind.
Like I said, I’d never moved that fast. Hell, I’d barely had any interest in women in years, because of my work. But that night, I was willing to move heaven and hell to be with her. That night, the only thing that mattered in the entire universe, was her.
And then, in the blink of an eyes, it’d all come crashing down. She’d pulled away, her eyes wide, her cheeks flushed, and lips swollen from my kiss. She’d looked up at me, she’d shaken her head and mumbled something that sounded like “sorry.”
