Only Love

by Davenport, Fiona

  “Take good care of my daughter,” my dad commanded.

  “I always have and always will,” Liam promised.

  With their male posturing out of the way, I answered my mom’s questions about the pregnancy and got her suggestion for a good obstetrician before ending the call.

  “I’m sorry we didn’t get a chance to discuss when we wanted to tell people about the pregnancy before I started announcing it to everyone.” I turned in Liam’s arms and grinned up at him. “Maybe you should punish me for it,” I suggested, wagging my brows.

  “No way, baby girl.” He shook his head as he glided his palm across my butt cheek. “I’ll give you all the orgasms you want, but I’m not going to spank your luscious ass while you're pregnant.”

  “I’ll take one of those orgasms right now,” I conceded...knowing darn well I’d convince him of the need for at least a spanking or two over the next eight months. We enjoyed them way too much to give them up for that long when it wasn’t really necessary.

  Epilogue

  Liam

  I sucked on my wife’s nipple, groaning at the flavor as her sweet milk splashed onto my tongue. Releasing the bud with a pop, I kissed the valley between her tits before latching onto the other hard peak. I fucking loved London’s breasts, but when they’d swelled during her pregnancy, I definitely hadn’t complained. Especially when I realized how sensitive they were. Now that she was nursing our little girl, I couldn’t seem to stay away from them. I was always hungry and other than her juicy tits, only her pussy satisfied my craving.

  I let go of her nipple and lapped up any milk that leaked out. “I’m addicted to your taste, baby girl,” I groaned. She sped up her pace and began riding me like a prized stallion, igniting my animal instinct to breed my mate. “That’s it,” I rasped as I thrust up when she dropped back down on my steel length. “Ride me, baby girl.”

  “Liam,” she moaned as she gyrated her hips on my cock. Her plaid skirt was shoved up to her waist, and her legs hung over the armrests of my chair, opening her wide and giving me a delicious view of her bare, wet pussy.

  Kaya was only five months old, but I was already dying to see my wife with a round belly again. The thought sent a burst of need straight to my cock, and I surged up, going deep enough that my tip brushed her cervix. She was so damn tight, even after having our daughter.

  “Fuck,” I grunted as I watched her pussy swallow my cock before she rose back up, leaving it glistening with her arousal. It was hot as fuck, and my heavy balls drew up tight, begging to find relief by filling her with come. My deep thrusts were driving London wild, and she’d thrown her head back with her eyes closed and her gorgeous copper hair hanging down to her ass. “Your pussy is squeezing me so tight. Fuck, yeah. Take my cock deep like a good little girl. Yes, baby! Just like that. Fuck! Fuck!”

  “Liam! Yes!” she cried out as her hands went to my thighs and scored the skin with her nails before grasping them to help balance.

  “You want me to put another baby in your womb, baby girl?” Her tits were bouncing in my face, framed by the white button-up blouse I’d torn open. I pinched her nipples and punched my hips up, driving in as far as possible and making her scream. I slapped a hand over her mouth to remind her to keep it down. She might not be my student anymore, but I had a feeling the administration would frown on my fucking my teenage wife while students milled in the hallways on the other side of the door.

  “Tell me, London,” I demanded on a harsh exhale.

  “Yes,” she moaned, and her inner walls clenched tight, clearly liking the idea.

  My eyes roamed over London’s body as she rode me, and my dick swelled a little more, something I would have sworn was impossible. I took in the ruined demure white blouse, the short, plaid skirt, and her shockingly sexy knee socks. My little minx had shown up in my classroom dressed like a naughty schoolgirl after my last lecture, and I’d barely managed to lock the door before I dragged her over to my chair, ripped off her panties, and impaled her on my cock.

  “What do you say when your teacher asks you a question, baby girl?”

  “Yes, Dr. Grey,” she panted.

  Fuck. It took everything in me not to come right then. “Good girl,” I gritted out through clenched teeth. “Now keep your voice down while I instruct you.”

  She whimpered as she lifted her head so our eyes met before she nodded and murmured, “Yes, Dr. Grey.”

  I walked her through everything I wanted her to do, and she followed each direction without question. She trusted me to know her body, and by the time I was done, she was shaking with need. I sucked a nipple in my mouth and slid a hand down to her hard little bud, forcing me to cover her mouth again while she shattered apart and screamed my name. She continued to work my cock as she came, her pussy bearing down and milking me to orgasm.

  “London!” I shouted her name as she rode me, then I pushed up into her with one last hard thrust and held her hips in a tight grip while thick jets of come spilled from my cock. Some part of me registered that I shouldn’t have been yelling my wife’s name, but I was too lost in her to care. Holy shit. I’d had a dream just like this once...although I hadn’t conjured up the outfit. Damn. My wife was sexy as fuck.

  “Holy cow. I can’t move.” London slumped against my chest and yawned.

  I chuckled and gently lifted her, reluctantly withdrawing from her hot sheath and shifting her so she was sideways across my lap. Then I kissed her head as I wrapped her up in my arms. “No problem. It’s a good thing you showed up after my last class, baby girl. You don’t have to move a muscle. I’ll carry you home.” I fingered the edges of her shirt for a second before growling, “And don’t think you won’t be getting a spanking later for wearing this outfit out of the house.”

  London failed to stifle her giggle, but when she bent her head back and looked up at me, her smile was coy. “I don’t know what you mean.”

  I shook my head and sighed with exasperation. “You may not have gone without underwear, baby girl. But you walked out of the house looking like every schoolboy’s wet dream, and the thought of other men fantasizing about you”—I clutched her a little tighter—“makes me contemplate murder.”

  London gasped. “But then you wouldn’t be around to raise Kaya and…” She paused, and her dimples dug into her cheeks as she patted her soft belly. “Baby number two.”

  A grin immediately split my face, and I jumped to my feet. “You’re pregnant?!?” I shouted.

  “Shhhhh.” London put a finger over my lips, and her eyes darted toward the door. Then she giggled. “I don’t know why you’re surprised, Liam. You can’t seem to keep your hands to yourself.” Her look of glee made it clear that she wasn’t complaining about that. “And the one time I convinced you to put a condom on your giant penis, it broke!”

  I tilted my head to the side and my lips curved cockily. “Can’t keep a good man down,” I joked. Slowly, I lowered her to her feet and cupped her face in my hands before giving her a tender kiss. “Are you happy, baby girl?” I murmured when I released her rosebud mouth.

  “Blissfully.” London lifted her face for another kiss, and I happily obliged. When we parted, she sighed and beamed at me. “Let’s go home. Charlotte is watching Kaya, so you can punish me for breaking the rules.” She winked and took a step back. My gaze swept down her body, taking in her freshly fucked look and the ragged condition of her clothes.

  I frowned at her as I tucked myself back into my slacks. “I’ll give you my shirt to wear.”

  London’s nose wrinkled like she’d smelled something bad, then she huffed, “Absolutely not. No one’s allowed to ogle my man but me.”

  “Damn,” I remarked with a smirk. “It’s hot as fuck when you get territorial over me.” My expression turned serious again as I gestured to her state of undress. “But I’m still not going to let you leave my classroom like this.”

  “Dr. Grey,” I growled in warning. My cock had sprung back to life, ready for more action the second
I knew I’d put another baby in her. “I’ve been a very good student.” She turned and walked away, putting a little more sway in her hips than necessary. She was going to pay for being such a delicious little tease.

  London grabbed her canvas shoulder bag from the chair nearest to the door where she’d dropped it when she entered earlier. She brought it to my desk and smiled knowingly as she reached inside and pulled out a pair of pink sweats.

  I laughed because she was so damn adorable and so very perfect for me. She was an outstanding wife and mother. On top of that, she was still in school, though she’d switched to mostly online classes and kept a light course load. A few months after we met, I’d convinced her to let me help her start her business, and it had taken off. Her original creations were in high demand, and she had a long waiting list. However, she didn’t want to burn out, so she limited her working time and only put in more hours if she was particularly inspired by something and having fun. It was one of the first lessons I taught her about business because I’d been there. Putting work first all the time and losing my passion for it. London amazed me more and more every day. She and Kaya lit up my life in a way I hadn’t known was possible.

  I helped her change into her spare clothes, anxious to get home and ravish her all over again. When we were both ready to go, I held out my hand, and she smiled as she took it, lacing our fingers together. After unlocking the door, I glanced out into the hall. Students walked by in both directions, all of them focused on their destinations and not paying us any attention. I was decently confident that no one had a clue that I’d just fucked my wife in the classroom where I taught some of them.

  Opening the door wide, I shifted my hand to London’s lower back and guided her toward the building’s exit. Something she said earlier registered all of the sudden, and I peered down at her with a wicked smile. “Did you say Charlotte has Kaya tonight?”

  London nodded and giggled. “Apparently, she needed an excuse to leave work early, to get away from her new boss. So she told him she had to babysit.”

  My brow furrowed as I absorbed her words. London’s sister and I had grown as close as Annika and me, and I didn’t like what I was hearing. “Does she feel threatened by him?”

  My wife shook her head and another laugh bubbled up. “Not in the way you think. She just doesn’t want to admit she’s attracted to the sexy rich guy she works for. She keeps telling me he’s a jerk, but I met him when we had lunch a few days ago, and the only reason he’s grumpy is because that man wants her, and she’s running from him.” London glanced up at me with twinkling emerald eyes. “Honestly, I think he’s fallen for her the way you did for me.”

  Her explanation calmed my protective instincts for Charlie, but they were replaced with a surge of obsessed possession. We’d reached the car, and I backed her up against the passenger side door. “Did you just call another man sexy?” I growled.

  London shrugged. “Well…”

  “Baby girl,” I grunted, “You really do want me to redden that pretty little ass of yours, don’t you?”

  I didn’t give her a chance to answer before I spun her around and gave her a swift slap on one butt cheek before hustling her into the car and buckling her in. Then I raced around to the other side and jumped in as well. I put my finger to the ignition button but was stopped when London placed her hand on the back of mine. I looked over at her, and my heart skipped a beat at the love shining on her face. “I’m not saying I don’t deserve to be punished”—she winked—“but I just want to remind you. You, Liam Grey, are the only man I will ever want. You are my only love.”

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