by C. M. Steele
“Humiliation. That’s why I wasn’t dressed. He said that when he found me, he would humiliate me before he killed me. That’s why I ran and was entered into the program. I didn’t know Godinez was working with him.”
“We didn’t either, but we have a policy that not more than one person knows of your whereabouts at a time. That way it eliminates the person searching for you from finding someone to hold hostage and rat out your location.”
“He was close. They just sent someone over to clean my apartment. It was ransacked while I was here with Milo. I didn’t know who did it, but I didn’t want to bring attention to myself.”
“That’s a good thing you were here then.”
“We’ve got all the evidence needed to put together what happened. My home was broken into two months ago while I was on vacation with my family, but we didn’t know who did it because they had messed with my surveillance system. I knew it had to be your case because of who was involved, but I didn’t have the proof.”
“I guess now you do,” Detective Reed said to Agent Green.
He shook his head and shrugged. “Yes, I do. So we’ll be in contact with a follow-up, but it’ll be nothing important.”
They left us, and I wanted to go to the morgue and shoot that bastard. Mike had been the one to put a bullet in him. My job was to get April. I didn’t even get to relish the pleasure of taking out the men who wanted to kill her. It was nice, though, to place the blame on them and the unregistered guns.
I didn’t know if they thought we had any involvement, but it was clear they wanted to look the other way. It was their fuck up from the start.
Epilogue
“April, babe. Where are you?” I called out when I got home from our security office. It was almost seven at night already, and I knew she had to be tired without my help. I’d been working hard for the last week due to the retirement of one of my men. We hadn’t picked up a new one to take his place because I was ridiculously stubborn and refused to hire someone I didn’t look into fully.
Mike was also doing double duty with me, but thankfully, we managed to clear our schedules for the week. A full week alone with our families sounded like a plan. We called Jackson and his parents to see if they wanted to come, but they’d agreed to watch all the babies for the week. I was skeptical about it, but they had backup. Elizabeth’s parents wanted to get a hold of the babies, too. I couldn’t wait to surprise my wife.
“Shush. I just laid Milo down for a nap,” April said with a deadly glare as she walked down the stairs. I met her half way, dropping my tie and suit jacket on the railing before scooping her up in my arms, and she quickly wrapped her legs around my waist.
“I’m sorry, babe. Has he been too much today?” She seemed beat. He’d come down with a cold three days ago and both of us lost our minds. Jackson sent over his mother-in-law who happened to be a doctor, and she helped us out. She reassured us that it was going to have to run its course and to take a deep breath. In the grand scheme of things it had been a minor cold, but he was only six months old. Watching over him day and night took a toll on my beautiful wife.
“No, I’m just not feeling too hot,” she sighed. I could see that she looked tired, but I was horny as hell whenever I saw her. At the moment, it was no different. I wanted her any way I could get her.
“What’s the matter?” I asked as I pressed her tightly against my hard cock.
“Milo, that’s the reason I feel tired and sick,” she groaned and pouted.
“Why baby? Is it because I didn’t give you the dick to knock you out last night,” I boasted and gave her a salacious grin.
“No, I mean it’s because you gave me the dick, as you so eloquently put it…we’re going to have another addition to our little family,” she said with a grin.
“Yes!” I shouted with joy. I loved my son, and I wanted ten more with my lovely wife, or as many as we were blessed with.
“Yes. I’m six weeks,” she squealed enthusiastically.
“I’m sorry you’re not feeling well,” I breathed before bending down for a kiss.
“Mmmm…I’m starting to feel better already,” she purred while rubbing her core against my hard cock.
“Oh, so you need Dr. Milo’s special remedy?” I asked, hoping she was as ready as I was. We didn’t have a long time to fuck like we could before, so I needed her primed to come on cue.
My saucy wife replied, “I think we should see if it’ll help.”
I grinned and rushed us up the stairs and into our bedroom while she giggled hysterically. “Hush, woman. I’m horny and if you wake that boy, I’m going to light your ass up.” I always threatened to spank her ass, but she just laughed me off and knew that it never hurt, but I didn’t have time for a little hand to ass action. I needed in her pussy.
I walked us to the bed. Her knees hitting the edge before I stopped and slipped off her top, then made quick work of her shorts and panties. I half stripped in the car, so I was ready for her. Taking off the rest of my clothes in a hurry, I pushed her onto the bed, laid her back with her legs hanging off the edge, and dropped to my knees.
“Milo, we don’t have time for this. Your son might wake up,” April warned desperately.
“Woman, I haven’t eaten you out in over a week. I want my pussy. If he waits, he’ll be fine,” I growled before I dipped my head and licked her sweet nectar. The moment my tongue hit her clit she forgot we had a sleeping child in the other room. She started squealing and mewling, her hand digging into my hair, tugging and pulling, pressing my face into her molten heat. I lapped her up, nibbling and licking her slit, and sliding two fingers in and out of her sweet snatch.
Just as I growled and sucked her clit into my mouth, she started crying my name. I brazenly boasted, “Success!”
“Cocky, aren’t you?”
“Hell, yes! Now be ready to get fucked roughly, babe.” I gripped her legs and parted them wide while my cock eagerly lined up with her pussy. I leaned forward and sunk into my home. Taking her legs and putting them over my shoulders, I fucked into her pussy while taking her leaking nipple into my mouth and stealing my baby’s milk. I groaned and she cried out, hurriedly coming again.
“Mmm…my milk.”
“It’s for the baby,” she reprimanded, but I didn’t take her seriously anyway.
“You know it’s mine, just like all of you, so let me have my fill. I know how to be gentle and not bite unless you’d like,” I said before jumping right back on her fat tit. She’d just stopped nursing the guy full-time because my little man started sprouting teeth and bit his Mama one too many times. She just pumped that shit and saved it for later use. It took more time, but it didn’t matter since she decided she’d rather be a stay-home mom and take some online courses to get a degree in Computer Sciences.
I moved up her neck and began marking her. It had been awhile, but fuck, I was going to take her somewhere exotic, and I didn’t want other fuckers to be thinking she was available or an unsatisfied wife. “Damn, babe. I’m so close, but I don’t want it to be over again. Do you have another one in you, my wife?”
“For you, always.” Her eyes were glazed with full-blown lust. If she hadn’t told me she was pregnant, this would have been the telltale sign. She’s ready to come again. Her pussy gets eager when she’s carrying my babies. I pumped a few good, long, hard strokes into her and felt her walls throbbing as she started sobbing out her orgasm. I couldn’t hold my come in any longer, and I gave it all to her hungry pussy.
I dropped down to the bed in exhaustion, as soon as I let her legs go and pulled out. Suddenly filled with an abundance of energy, she jumped out of bed and sauntered to the bathroom, as best as she could with her now bow-legged ass. I loved fucking her into walking funny. That’s when I noticed the suitcases by the closet door.
My heart started racing, momentarily thinking she was going to leave me for some reason but calmed when I noticed mine, too.
She came out of the bathroom and I asked righ
t away, “Why are the suitcases out?”
She blushed and I knew someone snitched. “Who told you about the trip?”
“What trip? I was just cleaning the closet out and forgot to put them back.” I got up bare ass naked and grabbed her suitcase, which was heavy as fuck. That woman was still too good at bullshitting me, but she messed up because my suitcase had been in the front closet from my last business trip two weeks ago.
“Cleaning my ass. Tell me you didn’t try to carry this.”
She blushed again and shrugged, then admitted, “No, I packed in the closet on the settee, and then I wheeled it out.”
“So, who snitched?” I asked with a knitted brow.
“Who didn’t? The women all came over today. We had lunch and the girls helped me pack.”
“Damn, them. No one can keep a secret around here except my wife,” I barked.
Throwing her arms up in defeat, she responded teasingly, “Hey, I offered to teach them, but Mike threatened me with teaching Milo how to look for bugs.”
“Haha…You two are never going to end the bickering like true siblings. Don’t worry, babe. I’ll protect you from the little creepy crawlers,” I teased back as I walked up to her, our naked bodies embraced again. My dick was fully aware of the situation and wanted in.
“Let’s go shower, so I can fuck you one more time before little man gets up,” I growled in her ear, rubbing my cock on her.
“Yes, let’s hurry.” Just as I rushed her sexy, naked ass into the bedroom, my little, chubby babe started wailing. I groaned, but patted her on the ass and said, “Babe, just shower. I’ll get him.”
“Thanks, my love,” she said with relief. I’d forgotten how tired she was.
“He’s my boy, too. Besides, I need some bonding time with my little man before we jet tomorrow. I can’t wait to have you to myself without rushing.”
“Me too. So are you going to pack, or do you want me to pack for you?”
“I’ll do it tonight, and you can double check to make sure I didn’t forget shit.”
“Okay,” she smiled which made my dick jump. I groaned and slipped on my boxers, washed my hands and face and ran to get my son.
“Hey, buddy, it’s Daddy,” I said as I reached for him. He started giggling and clapping his hands. Then I got a whiff of the air. Ah-ha! He had a present for his old man.
“That’s why you were crying. Come, let’s get you cleaned up so your mama can give you some of her delicious milk, and you can shit again.”
“Shit.” My eyes popped wide open at my little guy as he said his first word. “I’m going to be in deep trouble, Milo if you say that again. Say Mama.”
“Shit.”
“No. No, Milo. Say Mama,” I begged.
Just then, I saw her shadow. “Hi, sweetheart!” I said jovially as I looked at my wife wrapped up in a towel.
“Milo, you know there is a baby monitor in here, right?” She pointed to the receiver she had in her hand.
“So how much trouble am I in?” I asked as I finished changing the stinky diaper.
She just laughed at me, then eased my mind. “Milo, love, he’s saying ‘sit’. He wants you to sit in the rocker and read to him. He’s been saying it every time he wakes up from a nap.”
“So, when were you going to tell me?” I growled at her, but she just giggled.
“I was hoping I was around when you heard it,” she crowed.
“You are a serious brat and are going to be paying for that, big time, when we get to our little villa,” I said as I took the now shit-free little guy and sat down in the chair with a Dr. Seuss book.
“It was worth it,” she laughed before walking out the door to get dressed. Damn. I loved that woman and her sneaky, lying ass.
The End
