Sweet Spot

by Love, Frankie

  “That is an office,” I tell her, pushing open the door. “What do you think? For the two CEOs?”

  Candy shakes her head incredulously as we enter the office. There is a big oak desk in the center of the room, but nothing else. I shut the door.

  Her eyes dart to mine, and she licks her lips. “Do all the important things happen in here?”

  I move toward her, needing her, craving more of what we shared in my bed earlier today. So much has changed since then, but not this. Not how I feel for her. God, this woman is going to be my wife!

  “Why are you smiling so much?” she asks as I untie the belt of her coat.

  “Because I was thinking about what a beautiful bride you will be.”

  Her cheeks turn red. “You’re making me blush.”

  “Well, you’re making me hard.”

  She closes her eyes, moaning as I begin to undo the buttons on her tiny work uniform. “Oh, Charlie,” she moans as I dip my mouth to her big, lush tits. I kiss and suck them, loving how perky they are even without a bra.

  “No bra?”

  She shakes her head, letting the dress fall to the floor. “No panties either.”

  “God, woman,” I groan, pulling her hips to the desktop, and spreading her knees nice and wide. Then I drop to my knees, needing to taste and enjoy her creamy cunt. God, I can’t believe this perfect creature is mine.

  She braces herself on the desk with her hands as I devour her, her pink folds nice and wet and I run my tongue over her, savoring each moment, inhaling her sweet and juicy scent. Candy runs a hand through my hair, keeping my head right where it belongs, between her legs.

  “Oh, God, Charlie, I’m so … so …” She whimpers in pleasure as my tongue circles her clit, and I add a finger to her tight hole, widening her so she can take my big thick cock. I know she loves the way my finger moves because her tits begin to bounce, and she moans my name in pleasure. I love getting her so damn slick. I add a second finger, knowing from earlier she is a screamer when she gets off. I grin as I finger fuck her, my pretty little wifey.

  She’s coming hard. My hands are soaked, the desktop coated in her sweet release. I lap it all up, licking her inner thighs, her dripping cunt, my cock a raging bull, pent up in my jeans. I need to take her completely.

  The timing is right because as I continue to stroke her body, pressing a third finger into her tight hole, she grabs me by the shoulders. Her body is shaking and spent as she comes, the orgasm moving through her body as she is utterly devoured by me.

  I need more. Now. Her. Dropping my jeans, I pull out my long cock, stroking it as I guide myself to her perfect gap. She wants it too, begging me to fill her up, now.

  There is no pause, no reason to stop. I fill her up the way she so badly needs. She wraps her arms around me, and I lift her off the desk, pressing her back against the door. Fucking her with her in my arms, in our office, in our goddamn chocolate factory. This is our life, and we are making our mark and staking our claim.

  Her tits press against my chest, her cunt is wrapped so damn tight around my steel rod, and I thrust inside her, the heat and desire dripping from us as we move in a perfect rhythm that is written in the fucking stars. This is fate. Our destiny. Our finding one another, being here together now. All of it.

  It is impossible to find restraint as I plunge harder in her pussy while she begs for more, more, more. I give it to her. “I’m gonna come, sweetheart.”

  “Good. Put a baby in me, Charlie.”

  I love her unabashed desire; it’s my heart’s desire too. To have a baby, our baby, to be together as a family. I want to be a father. A better one than my own ever was.

  I thrust deep inside her, and she clings to me, arms around my shoulders as we come in perfect unity.

  “I love you, Candy,” I whisper in her ear, not wanting to set her on the floor, not wanting to let her out of my arms, or out of my sight, ever.

  “Finding you is better than fining a golden ticket, Charlie.”

  I laugh. “You’re my golden ticket, Candy.” I kiss her again, knowing it’s the absolute truth.

  Epilogue 1

  Candy

  One year later…

  When I left my father’s farm a year ago, I never expected my life to come together so quickly, or so miraculously, but that is what happened. I took a chance, and it led me to Charlie. To my forever.

  “You look so goddamn cute,” he says, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my massive belly.

  “I look like a whale,” I say with a shake of my head. “Only a few weeks to go, and then I will be able to see my toes.”

  “I know the pregnancy has been long, but I will miss seeing you like this,” he says, spinning me around.

  I lick my lips. “I plan on doing this again, Charlie. Lots of times. I want a whole slew of children with you, running around our chocolate factory.”

  “That might be dangerous,” Charlie says with a laugh.

  “True,” I say, running my hands over Charlie’s muscular, chiseled chest. “Well, they can run around the house then.” Charlie and I found a relatively crime-free place just outside the city where Charlie felt we could live safely and so we bought a beautiful house there. Charlie was so cute when house-hunting because he kept looking up statistics and police reports, wanting to be sure that my safety was never in question.

  “Speaking of, shouldn’t we get home?” he asks. “I bet your feet are killing you.”

  Charlie takes my coat from the hook in the office and helps me get into it. Everything is difficult these days, carrying twins is no small feat. We walk hand in hand through the factory, the sweet scent of chocolate in the air. I lean over one conveyor belt, taking a peek at the white chocolate truffles I designed, filled with raspberry cream. They were our best sellers leading up to Valentine’s Day, which is tomorrow.

  We have eight employees now, and it has been a steep learning curve for Charlie and me. With his background in the bookie business, he has a good grasp of odds, on making bets, and on taking risks. And it’s worked out better than we could have ever dreamed.

  Outside the factory, there is a giant pink and white sign that reads CANDY’S CHOCOLATE FACTORY. I told Charlie his name should be on it too, but he insisted this was my dream, he was only here to support it. My heart fills with pride every time I think of it.

  “What’s wrong?” he asks, opening the car door for me.

  “I was just thinking about how much I love you.” I stand on my tiptoes and give my big burly husband a smooch. My eyes widen though, as I do. “Oh, God!”

  “What is it?” he asks in alarm as I step back, looking down.

  “My water broke, Charlie!”

  He moves into high gear straight away, and since I am not experiencing any contractions, I just laugh as he carefully eases me into the car, stretching the seat belt buckle over my enormous belly. He jumps in the drivers’ seat and drives at a snail’s pace, not wanting to do anything too jarring. “Are you okay?” he asks, but I bite back a smile, thinking it’s him who isn’t okay.

  His knuckles turn white; he grips the wheel so tightly. “Charlie, it’s okay. Nothing is wrong.”

  As he pulls up to the hospital entrance, he looks over at me. “I’d be lost without you, Candy. You are my whole world, and I just… I want to be the man you need, the father our babies deserve.”

  I lean over and kiss him softly, knowing this soft side is what made me fall for him in the first place. Sure, his tattoos and muscles turn me on, but the way he looks at me, like he cherishes me above all else, it’s what melts my heart every single day.

  “You are going to be an amazing father. I believe in you, in us.”

  “Thank you, Candy. Thank you for taking a chance on a thug like me.”

  Just then, a contraction pulls at me, a tightness wrapping around me that leaves me breathless. I grip Charlie’s hand, squeezing tightly as a pain I have never experienced before runs through me.

  “Now it�
�s me who isn’t okay,” I say as it passes, my shoulders falling, my head on the seat rest. “Oh, gosh. Can I do this?”

  Charlie kisses my knuckles. “Together, we can do anything.”

  * * *

  Several hours later, we have two beautiful babies wrapped in swaddling blankets, with skin as soft as butter, each with ten perfect fingers and ten perfect toes. I can’t stop crying. Tears of joy that I don’t want to wipe away, run down my cheeks. This is the best moment of my life, and being here with my husband, takes my breath away.

  Charlie’s mom, Helen, enters the hospital room, beaming as a new grandma should. Her eyes fill with tears, the same as mine as she takes our little boy from Charlie’s arms, kissing him on the nose. Following her is Johnny, who claps his best friend on the back.

  “You did it, man,” Johnny says with a grin.

  “You want to hold her?” I ask him.

  He nods, taking our baby girl ever so carefully from my arms. “Look how tiny she is,” he whispers, his tough-guy persona breaking as he looks down at my daughter.

  I smile, wondering about whether he is ever going to find the love of his life.

  “What are you going to name them?” Helen asks.

  “Marley for the girl,” I say.

  “And Mason for the boy,” Charlie adds.

  Johnny grins. “Did you seriously name them M&M?”

  Charlie and I lock eyes. “Well, we do own a chocolate factory,” he says.

  “Well, I think they are so cute you gobble ‘em up,” Helen says. Having her here, being so supportive of us, truly means so very much.

  “You know, a few more hours, and they would have been born on Valentine’s day,” Johnny says.

  “We know,” Charlie says. “But considering February 13th is the day Candy and I met, we think this is the sweetest day of the year.”

  Epilogue 2

  Charlie

  Ten years later…

  Mason and Marley run around the chocolate factory just like their mother thought they would. “Hey, slow down, you two,” I call out to them. “You almost ran into those boxes.” I might have been more stern, but it is their birthday.

  “Oops. Sorry, Dad,” Mason says with a sheepish grin. “But Mom said we had to come to find you.”

  I look up from the clipboard in my hand. I had been going over outgoing orders. “Everything okay?”

  Marley shrugs. “I dunno. She said she had a surprise and that after we left with Grandma, you needed to go see her in the office.”

  I run a hand over my jaw wondering what is up. “Okay. Well, she just got here, and Coco and Baby Ruth are already buckled up in their car seats.”

  Our daughter, Coco is six, and less rambunctious than the twins. She’s calmer, steadier, like her mother. Ruth, our two-year-old, is the baby of the family, and I am guessing nothing is gonna change that unless Candy and I end up pregnant again. Which I sure as hell wouldn’t mind. Laughing to myself, I think, hell, if we can have a boy, we can name him O’Henry.

  I help them into their coats, my ma kissing the birthday twins on their cheeks. “Look at my M&M’s so grown up!” She’s taking the kids to the indoor bouncy house gym in town, with frozen yogurt afterward, for a birthday treat.

  “Love you,” I tell the kiddos.

  “Where is Candy?” My ma asks.

  “In the office, I think we’re gonna go to lunch while you’re out with the kids.”

  “That’s nice, Charlie. I know this isn’t your anniversary, but it is your special day, nonetheless.”

  After they drive off, I head down the corridors to find Candy. She is in our office, her coat already on.

  “Ready to go to lunch?” I ask her.

  She twists her lips. “Actually, I had other ideas on how we could start this date.” She steps behind me and locks the office door. Then she pulls something out of her coat pocket. “This is for you.”

  My eyes widen, taking the pregnancy test from her hand, reading it. “You’re pregnant?”

  She smiles, nodding. “Can you believe it?”

  I chuckle. “Considering how often we practice, I’m not exactly surprised.”

  She laughs, then bites her bottom lip. “I know we’ve been together over a decade, but some things still fit just like they did all those years ago.”

  “What kind of things?”

  She undoes the buttons on her long coat. Underneath, she wears the teeny tiny uniform from my chocolate shop that has long been closed.

  “Well, fuck, woman, look at you.”

  “Can you believe it fits?” she asks. “I know in a few months I’ll outgrow it, but I found it in the closet the other day and thought… I remembered--”

  “The day we met,” I say, stepping toward the woman of my dreams, cupping her cheek with my hand.

  “And fell in love,” she adds, unbuckling my jeans.

  “And got engaged,” I say, my thumb running over her pink lips, breathing her in.

  She closes her eyes, stroking my thick shaft. “And bought this factory.”

  “God, I love you, Candy,” I tell her, her big round tits popping the buttons of the uniform, the same way they did the first time she put it on. “You look so fucking hot in this teeny tiny dress, but I need you out of it. Now.”

  She whimpers as I undo the buttons, her tits on display, her perfect pussy bare. God, I love how she resists wearing panties as often as possible. She always tells me she doesn’t want anything to get in the way of my cock getting into her cunt.

  Candy’s a dirty little thing these days, loving to fuck as much as I do. We share this office, and we have a couch in the corner. We say it’s for meetings, but it’s really for fucking. We love locking this door and getting kinky as hell.

  “Oh God,” she moans as I massage her breasts, dropping my mouth to her nipples and sucking them the way we both love. My cock surges with hunger as she begins to stroke me, a little precome appears on my tip, a milky bead of need. She runs her fingers over my hard ridges, getting me nice and ready for her creamy cunt. My fingers run through her hair kissing her deeply, my tongue encircling hers.

  I run my hand over her bare slit, her creamy folds silky against my rough fingers. She moans against me, and my body is on fire, filled with longing and pleasure, desperate to make my woman happy and satisfied every day of the rest of her life.

  “Please, I need more,” she tells me, and I draw her onto the couch, her naked body a treat to be savored, tasted, enjoyed. And God, do I enjoy her.

  My cock eases into her sweet tight hole, loving the perfect fit, and I sink deeper inside her, our bodies joining as one. It never gets old, this moment when I fill her up and her arms wrap around my neck and the world seems to still. To boil down to the two of us, everything else fading away as we get lost in one another’s orbit.

  We move as one, our hearts beating hard. “Another baby,” I say softly in her ear. “You know you always wanted me to breed you nice and good.”

  She bites down on her bottom lip as my cock gets her off, her eyes bright and sparkling. “I love having your baby inside me.”

  “Me too, sweetheart, me too.”

  “I love you, Charlie,” she moans, as we melt as one.

  “This, right here, is the sweet spot.”

  “It sure is,” she whispers. “Being in your arms is the sweetest spot in the whole, wide world.

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