Zoe watched my progress with hunger in her green eyes, then when my cock sprung out in front of me, the head almost a dark purple her tongue swept over her lips.
“I really wanna suck that gorgeous monster into my mouth,” she panted, mesmerised by the angry bobbing it made every time I flexed him.
“Yeah, well how about we start with me sucking on your tits first, then see if you can take him in your mouth without the bonus at the end,” I suggested then tugged the thin straps holding up her dress down her slim shoulders. The silky dress fell down her body like a white silk waterfall, leaving her in just a sexy lace G-string.
I emitted a rumbled growl of appreciation then bowed my head and took one dark red nipple into my mouth and sucked the extended nub, flicking it with my tongue at the same time.
Zoe may have gone through the wringer with this pregnancy sickness wise, but her body — fuck me the changes were magnificent. She had curves that could bring a man to his knees, and her baby body just enhanced her perfection.
The last few months she was more careful about being naked in front of me, I never pushed her or told her she was being silly. The difficulties of being pregnant were obviously beyond me, but to Zoe, the struggle was real. I wasn’t about to demean her fears or make light of the situation. I support her where I can, and do a lot of nodding. I discovered the hard way, much like Deck did, my opinion when it came to carrying a baby didn’t mean jack shit.
I pulled my focus back to my woman, who was writhing her chest against my mouth, her hands pulling at my hair, and moaning in pure pleasure.
I remembered she complained of sensitive nipples the other night when I was rubbing coconut oil all over her breasts. I had to do it while she had the bed sheet over her chest and wasn’t allowed to look, but that didn’t stop my cock from hardening like a steel pipe.
Pulling one out in the shower was getting old, and lonely.
Tonight, I am showing Zoe I don’t give a fuck about her extra weight, nor could I give a shit about red stretch marks. Even the haemorrhoids didn’t worry me, okay they did a bit; however, I was keeping that to myself. My vault of things not to tell Zoe while pregnant grew every day, a piece of advice from my old man I listened to wisely.
“Zoe, baby, I know I should savour this moment so we can remember it when we are old and grey. But if I don’t have your tight cunt around my cock in two seconds, I am going to blow in my pants,” I warned my wife, already shuffling us back to the love seat I had been sitting in waiting for her meltdown to pass.
Fuck this woman was my wife! Whatever I did right, I would do it over and over again for the rest of my life to make sure she kept that title and loved me.
“Yes Jason, I want you inside me now,” Zoe crooned licking the shell of my ear, her warm, wet tongue driving me crazy when it wrapped around my lobe and sucked it into her mouth.
My knees hit the back of the chair, but before I went down taking Zoe with me, her hands on my shoulders pushed the garment off, letting it fall behind me. I let go of her for as long as it took to pull my shirt off completely. I immediately put my hands back on Zoe, just those few seconds not touching her was far too long.
Working my hands up her thighs I stopped at her waist and with one quick flick of my wrist I tore her tiny G-string off, tossing the ruined lace to the carpet.
“Jason, they cost Vegas a fortune! They were her wedding gift to me,” Zoe protested, but the breathy hitch in her voice and the way her hands were gripping my buttock gave me the impression I was forgiven.
“I will replace them,” I growled, blindly reaching behind me to find the fluffy cushions then threw them to the ground too.
“You better, they made my butt look sublime.”
Laughing at her sass, I sank to the plush chair bringing Zoe down on my lap her legs on either side of mine and her pussy where it belonged… nearly. Both of us deliciously naked, both of us desperate to reconnect intimately.
The friction of our heated bodies drove a bone-deep need in me to possess Zoe like I had never done before.
Trailing my finger over her pouty mouth, the lipstick long gone from her lip chewing earlier, I continued their path until I reached her burgeoning belly. Splaying my hands over where our baby laid, I took a minute to speak with the baby.
“Little miss, it’s best if you sleep right now because dad is going to do things to mummy that will—”
“Jason don’t tell her things like that,” Zoe shrieked playfully pinching one of my nipples, which of course sent a bolt of lightning right to my poor neglected cock.
Looking deeply into Zoe’s green eyes, I held her still. “Do you have any idea how much I love you? Love your laugh, your fierce protectiveness of this miracle,” I whispered stroking her belly.
“The way you won’t let me get away with my shit, the way you love me?”
Slipping my hands under her thighs, I lifted her over my throbbing cock.
“Do you know how much I have missed this? I don’t care about the changes your body is going through, and I fucking love seeing you ripe with our little girl.” I kept my voice barely at a whisper, loving her with my words and lowering her slowly down my shaft.
Inch by aching inch, her tights walls sucked me in. My butt was hanging half off the seat to allow Zoe the room she needed so she wasn’t uncomfortable or her belly squished against me. I wanted her to enjoy making love again, not for it to feel awkward because she felt she was too big.
Months I waited to sink inside her, and by hell was I going to take my time. Shuffling my hands under her bum, I opened her pussy lips with my fingers feeling not only her wet lips but where she was stretched around me.
“Oh Jason,” Zoe gasped quietly. “Yes, yes, yes,” she panted almost silently when I dipped two fingers on either side of my dick, caressing her soft, hot and very wet flesh.
With a firm grip on her arse and two fingers petting her pussy, I held her down as I rocked inside her. I wasn’t going to last long but fuck, I was going to make sure Zoe got off harder than she ever had before.
Pushing myself up deeper into her, I lifted her arse off me just a little at the same time thrusting forcefully, my fingers keeping her lips open and stroking her.
In this position, our mouths were at the same level, taking her lips in a lazy, seductive mating. Neither of us said anything, and there was no noise other than our heavy breathing and the sounds of sex.
Our bodies knew this dance, and we did it well.
Zoe grew more confident as I made slow love to her, breaking our kiss she put her arms behind her and leaned her hands on my thighs. Her ample breasts swung erotically, my eyes not capable of looking away from them as they swayed back and forth.
I wanted them in my mouth but I couldn’t look away from my woman. Her head thrown back, the professional hairdo still perfect and her beautiful face flushed with desire for me.
My perfect gorgeous Nymph. Mine.
For long minutes, I revelled in the bliss of loving my wife, enjoying our close unbreakable bond with the feel of her skin under my hands, the warmth of her breath on my face, and the pure love for me in her eyes.
Tears pricked the back of my eyelids, the emotion of our journey, and the last few months that got us here suddenly overwhelming me.
I came so close, so close to not having this moment. The devastation of that nearly becoming a reality made my heart ache.
Pushing my face into the valley of Zoe’s breasts I ground my dick harder up into her, holding her down on me. Shaking off the horrible thoughts of not having Zoe, I breathed heavily against her floral scented skin as tiny shocks of pleasure shot around my shaft.
She was close, thank god because I could feel my orgasm barrelling inside me.
Zoe’s inner walls fluttered, her muscles tightened painfully hard around me as a gush of wetness flowed from her, breathless pants heralding her climax.
With one final rock of my hips, my orgasm nailed me dead centre in the back. Jets and jets of my
cum filled her tight channel. I didn’t roar or growl, Zoe didn’t shriek or scream out my name, we came together without words, without any sound other than our rapidly beating hearts.
“I will remember this exact moment for the rest of my life,” Zoe whispered into my hair, her hands holding my face buried in her gorgeous tits.
Nodding I sighed. “Me too,” I agreed, my heart bursting.
“I wish this baby was yours honey,” Zoe whispered again, this time breaking my heart.
“Me too.”
Chapter 19
“CIU 503, possible code 14 in progress on Webster Street number 287.”
Jackie, the part-time call centre operator’s voice, came through the radio interrupting my snooze time.
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I picked up the handset and depressed the button.
“Jacks, I’m ten blocks from the scene, dispatch another unit would ya sweets,” I said tiredly. Zoe was at month eight. She hit her stride at month six, all the sickness stopped and Zoe’s sex drive returned in full force.
I loved my wife more than anything or anyone in the world, the woman is my sunshine and I wouldn’t survive without her.
But, my dick was sore as fuck and my body craved sleep. What kind of husband was I to complain about getting as much sex as he wanted? Some of the married guys on the force told horror stories of being kicked out to the couch to sleep, not even remembering what it felt like to make love to their wives.
I did not have that problem.
So, here I was hiding in my unmarked car sleeping instead of going home when Zoe texted that she was horny.
You are pathetic Johnston, really pathetic.
I replied to her with a bullshit story that I was up to my eyeballs in paperwork, she answered with a sad face emoji making me feel lower than shit.
I even tried to talk to Deck about it, that had to prove how exhausted I was, going to my brother of all people.
As I suspected he was little to no help. After he finished pissing himself laughing he gave me a number for a guy he knew at the hospital that snuck out Viagra for his mates.
Fucking Deck.
“503 you are requested to attend the scene,” Jackie’s voice crackled over the radio.
“What the hell for?” I asked back belligerently, not in the mood to do anything but sit there and stew over my selfish attitude.
“Because arsehole that car you saw parked across the street from your parent’s place, rego number TY7 LF2 is sitting out the front of the house in Webster Street and it ain’t registered to anyone in the house,” my partner Jobe shouted over the radio at me.
Holy fuck!
Setting my seat back into the upright position, I gunned the engine and performed an illegal U-turn, engaging lights and sirens as I hauled out of the Macca’s car park.
This was the break the CIU was waiting for; these guys were responsible for the home invasions over the last few months I could feel it in my bones.
Weaving in and out of traffic, I hurled abuse at the drivers that completely disregarded a police car with its siren blaring.
“Move the fuck over moron,” I yelled at a yellow taxi going at least twenty under the speed limit. “Way to make a person pay more fare wanker,” I shouted angrily at the driver as I overtook him. Taking note of the taxi company painted on the driver’s door, I made a note to call and chat with the boss. My mate Chase and his fellow firefighters complain about the drivers of this town doing the same thing to them all the time. It gave Hoove something to yell about while on the way to a job.
Racing as fast as I could and as safely as I could, I made it to Webster Street four minutes after getting the call from Jobe.
Surveying the area, I saw I was the only car to have responded so far. The old Holden that peaked my interest months ago in the driveway of the house. Making a quick decision, I parked my car behind it, blocking it in, giving the occupants no exit.
“CIU 503, you there Jobe?”
Only a few seconds passed before Jobe came on the line.
“I dispatched two units your way mate. Just sit tight till backup arrives.”
I cursed my frustration at having my hands tied by regulations; the rules were in place to protect an officer logically, I knew that, but these intruders had been running rings around us for so long. And now I had them in the act and I had to sit and wait for backup.
“Johnston?”
Glaring at the handset as if Jobe could see me, I pressed the button.
“Yeah, I got it—” A loud banging came from inside the house, followed closely by the sounds of shattering glass.
“Fuck backup, I’m going in,” I shouted into the handset, throwing myself out of the car, I could hear Jobe’s voice screeching at me to wait.
Reaching behind me I grabbed my police issue revolver from the waistband of my jeans and sprinted up the driveway.
The noises were coming from the back of the house, so I bypassed the front entrance and made my way quietly to the side gate.
Getting closer I could hear angry voices throwing insults back and forth, from what I could surmise from the distance I was to the back of the house, it sounded like three males and one female. The female voice was shrieking something about wanting jewels and wasn’t leaving without them.
Carefully opening the latch on the gate, the bloody thing was at least eight feet high and made out of corrugated tin so scaling the bastard was out, I slipped through praying that the homeowners didn’t have a dog.
Creeping along the path, I stayed in the shadows of a hedge.
“Why did I even bring you Belinda, you aren’t good for anything more than a blowjob and a quick fuck,” one male voice shouted then followed up with what sounded like a hand slapping skin.
Belinda? The same Holden parked in the driveway across from my parents. Holy shit could it be her?
“I let you into my home, and I sold you my daughter. So, show me some fucking respect arsehole,” the female voice screeched again and this time I was close enough to recognise the tobacco affected voice.
Kelsey’s mother.
Where the fuck was Kelsey? Her mother said she sold her, but to whom and why?
Panic set in worrying about the sweet girl, her neglected life never once affected her gentle caring nature. The girl was the pride of the street, her sweetness earned her that status.
If she is harmed in any way I will kill these motherfuckers.
A large sliding glass door gave the way in, one of the doors was smashed to pieces, the other one still stood in its track. Pressing myself against the brick wall, I checked my firearm and made sure the safety was off.
Backup was on the way I was sure of it, but this situation just got a whole lot more dangerous. Kelsey was in danger and her whereabouts unknown; I needed to get these perps arrested so I could find her. If they get away before I managed it, god knows what could happen to her.
In the distance, I could hear the wail of multiple sirens. Sighing with relief hearing them, they also posed a big problem. The people inside could possibly panic, exit the front of the house and get away. They were all still yelling at each other and obviously hadn’t heard the sirens yet so I still had the element of surprise.
Counting to five in my head, I pushed off the wall and headed into the house via the broken door. Three figures appeared in the darkened room, the only light to help me see was the full moon shining, lighting up the yard.
“Police! Do not move!”
Of course, one of the fuckers didn’t listen to me. His hand disappeared into the hoodie he had on, pulling out a handgun.
“You’re gonna have to shoot me pig. I ain’t goin’ back to prison.”
Well fuck me sideways in the arse. I should have gone home to my wife and let her use my body like the gigolo I have become.
Aiming my gun, I repeated my order one more time.
Of course, I was ignored again.
Cracking my neck on one side then the other, I squeezed the tri
gger of my gun the same time the crook did. Two loud popping sounds broke the quiet of the night.
Damn this is going to make for a lot of paperwork, being my last thought when a burning feeling shot through my arm.
“Johnston, you know you aren’t bulletproof don’t ya?”
I extended the middle finger with my good arm to the Crime Scene dickhead without looking at him.
For the last twenty minutes, I had endured comments similar to that and ones asking if I thought I was Superman. One idiot even asked where my cape was, twits.
“All joking aside, Jason, you took a big gamble going in on your own. You could have gotten much worse than that,” Jobe said siding up to me, nodding at my injured arm.
The paramedics looked me over and deemed the gunshot wound nothing more than a scrape. Luckily for me the idiot criminal had no idea how to shoot a pistol or how to aim for a target, even one as big as me.
“Did you send a unit over to Kelsey’s house?” I asked instead of acknowledging what he said about not waiting for the other units to go in with me.
I made the right decision, would stick by it when the brass called me in for a report and summary of what happened and why I acted the way I did.
“Yeah, no answer when they knocked on the door. One neighbour came out to ask what was going on; then they offered the spare key Kelsey gave them. Still waiting to hear back to see what the search of the house turns up.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. Something was wrong. Whether it had something to do with Kelsey or someone else, my sixth sense was barking at me, trouble was brewing.
Leaning against the bonnet of my vehicle, I absently looked at the piece of shit car still blocked in the driveway.
Cocking my head towards it, I looked at Jobe. “The crime scene guys checked out the car yet?”
“Not that I know of, might as well take a look while we wait for the boss to get here and chew you a new arsehole for your outstanding bravery,” Jobe quipped walking to the Holden.
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