Burning For Claire (The O'Connell Family Book 2)

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by Steele, C. M.


  “Mama, can I show Ricky my new Lego town?” my eldest asked.

  “Sure Travis, take your cousin up to your room.” They rushed up the stairs. Time flew by fast, both of them were going to be nine years old soon.

  We were talking as the men took the other kids and the luggage to their rooms. I took Sam in the kitchen to get us some drinks because the Texas sun was strong at the moment. We were relaxing in the air conditioned living room before we had to go out in the heat.

  “Are you going to swim today?” Sam asked.

  “I’m going in the water, but I’m too heavy for it,” I groaned.

  She smile and agreed, “Tell me about it. So how are you feeling? If it’s anything like me, tired, hungry and dirty.”

  I giggled, “Exactly the same here. I may be drained, but I’m still needy all the time.”

  The guys just walked into the room when I said that. After getting grossed out about me talking about being horny all the time, Rick said, “Travis, let’s get the barbeque started—before I vomit.”

  Travis came up to me and kissed me hard. “We’ll take the four littler ones with us. You girls get changed and gossip. Love you, ladies.”

  The men left us alone, taking the little ones outside to play while they waited for us.

  “I knew that would get them to leave,” Sam said sneakily.

  We both dropped down to the sofas and put our feet on the coffee table and laughed.

  “So you’re feeling exhausted, sleepy and swollen too?”

  “Yes, but you know we can’t tell them that. If I told Rick I felt any of those things he would have cancelled our trip.”

  “Yeah, they are a bit overprotective,” I said exasperatingly.

  “They don’t seem too damn overprotective when they want to screw us on any nearby surface, do they?”

  “I know right, but we can’t help but love them,” I giggled.

  We talked about the family and our growing bellies. I had three boys already, but we were finally having a girl, so we knew Rick was outside giving Travis tips on the best and most deadly guns to get.

  “Mama, Mama! Can we go in the pool? Please, please, Mama,” Bryce begged me.

  “Bryce, baby. Give mama a minute. Go get changed and ask your brother and cousin if they want to come too. Then we’ll take you out into the pool,” I said to my second oldest who just turned seven.

  “Okay, Mama. We’ll get changed fast, Mama. I’ll go tell Travis.”

  “I guess it’s time to get ready,” I groaned. I was getting too round to get up without a groan or two.

  “Pixie, let me help you up.” He helped me get up. “How you feeling, baby? If you girls aren’t feeling up to it we’ll take the boys and Casey into the pool.”

  “No, Travis. We got this. It just takes a while to get enough momentum to get up,” Sam groaned as she tried to get up, but Rick was right by her side helping her.

  “So you’re fine, right? Sam, you know damn well I know you too well to believe that bull you tried to play. I can tell you’re tired and sore,” Rick said as he scowled at her.

  “I just don’t want you to worry.” She gave him a remorseful pout, and it worked.

  “Take it easy, and I won’t freak out too much.”

  “Boys, where are the little ones?” I freaked. The grill was on and we had little ones out by themselves. Men.

  “Mom and Dad just got here and are already spoiling the kids.” Travis said.

  “Mama, we’re ready!” little Travis cheered as he and the other three kids rushed down the stairs.

  “No running!” Rick called out. They all followed his order and walked the rest of the way to us.

  “Ask them to clean their rooms and they drag, kick and complain. Say it’s time to swim and they come ready and dressed and charging down at lightning speed,” Travis remarked.

  “Rick, I need to change. I need your help,” Sam hinted to Rick. Help my ass; I was much farther along, and a lot rounder, and I could handle getting dressed.

  “Okay, Travis, Claire, can you keep an eye on my babies?” Rick said with a big ass, “I’m about to get lucky,” grin.

  “Sure.” Travis managed to keep a straight face until they were out of sight.

  After they left the room, I asked, “I wonder how long it’s going to take for her to get dressed.”

  “I would say about half an hour. You know because she is too pregnant to dress herself. It’s a pity you’ve got your swimsuit under that sundress.”

  “A real pity, but you can help me take it off later after I get too tired to play in the water anymore. It’ll be too wet to peel off, and I’ll need your strong arms to help me,” she purred with a wink and a naughty smirk.

  “Count me in as your assistant, Mrs. Williams.”

  Damn, my wife was beautiful. I stared at my best friend as she washed her luscious body. “Travis, are you going to join me or just stand there and watch?”

  “I don’t know. I’m still deciding. You’re so damn sexy, Claire.”

  She giggled, “You’re a nut. I look like I swallowed a beach ball.”

  “No, I’m not,” I growled as I climbed into the shower behind her, my aching cock already hard and in need to touch her. “He agrees with me too,” I groaned as I pressed my cock on her ass. “I’m so glad, Sam and Rick left today,” I murmured as I nibbled on her ear.

  “I thought you like having them visit us?”

  “I did baby, but there’s certain things I can’t do with a whole house full of people, especially with your brother around. He seemed to cockblock me at every turn,” I grumbled.

  “You’re so full of it. We had sex every night they were here.” She laughed, not buying my frustration, but she had no idea how sexy I still found her.

  “Yes, and I wanted to do it during the day too, baby. So my lovely Claire, are you ready to be full of it?”

  “Yes, please,” she moaned as she licked her lips. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

  I groaned as she played with my cock, washing it with her sponge thingy, never taking her eyes off me. “Where do you want to be filled?”

  “Everywhere,” she purred.

  The kids were at grandma and grandpa’s house for the weekend. Claire was mine to violate. I couldn’t wait. There was a seat in our shower at just the right height, so I helped her sit down. I had it built for that specific reason. I gripped the wall the moment she sucked my cock into her greedy mouth. One of the main reason I kept knocking her up was she turned into a freak when pregnant. She wore me out when she got real needy, but hell if I was going to tell her no.

  “Yes, Claire. Damn, pixie. You’re really hungry aren’t you?”

  “Mmm…” she hummed.

  “Fuck…off now!” I pulled her off my cock before I came down her throat. I had this thing about her swallowing my load while pregnant. The idea was a huge turn off. She was rubbing her clit and her tender fat breast, eager to be fucked into orgasmic bliss. I lifted her off the seat and turned her around. Spreading her wide, I pushed my thick cock into her heat. Fucking her from the front always got difficult when she got into her latter months.

  Groaning, I pumped into her over and over again as one hand held the wall and the other teased her hardened nipples. I tried to stay shallow, but her greedy ass pushed back into me, forcing me in deep as hell. I pushed my thumb into her ass, and she groaned for more. Slipping in two fingers set her off. I was already a goner when she hit her peak, and I offloaded into her sweet pussy.

  “Still want more,” I said with labored breath.

  “Yes. You still have one more hole to fill.” Damn, she was feeling really needy today. That scares me. When she gets this needy this fast means my newest baby is going to make its presence known.

  I used the wetness and my load to lube her entrance. After teasing her pucker I pushed my way in, passing the first ring and giving me access to her tight bowels. My cock didn’t need coaxing to get to full staff. Her moans and sighs
had me ready to explode again. She had no idea what her hunger did to me. I washed my hands before playing with her body as I worked in and out her ass. She was moaning and groaning.

  “Ahhh!” she screeched out in pain. I pulled out right away thinking I’d hurt her.

  “Baby, I’m sorry was I too deep?”

  “No,” she grumbled as I turned her around. She looked at me with a bit of pain and nervousness.

  “We’re not the only ones coming tonight, are we?” I asked fearfully.

  She shook her head. I washed us up hurriedly. Then I jumped out of the shower and grabbed a towel for her and dried her off. I rushed us out of the bathroom and helped her get dressed. I didn’t care what I wore, I just knew that I needed to get her to the hospital, quickly. She was one of those women who went from zero to ten in a minute. The way she was moving I knew I didn’t have much time.

  We barely made it to the hospital ER when she started delivering my little girl. My little pixie was born ten minutes later and her mother was feeling great.

  “Four kids later, and we still haven’t learned our lesson. At least you got to finish at least once,” my pixie said with a playful smile.

  “I knew it, but I wanted in you, anyways. I always do. Next time will be no different.” Next time I don’t think we were going to make it to the hospital in time. I was glad traffic wasn’t a nightmare, and we lived close to the hospital.

  “Next time?” she said in shock.

  “Yep, you know I have no intention of stopping at eight months.”

  She shook her head at my deliberate misunderstanding of her question.

  “How many more do you want?” I knew it was only because she was feeling tired that she was cranky, because after the babies were old enough to walk she wanted another one.

  “Well, football is big here in Texas…” I teased.

  “You want eleven?” Her eyes opened wide as she asked.

  “No, we’re going to need more than that, we just had little Lexi, so she doesn’t count. My little girl isn’t playing football. So I would say at least thirteen or fourteen. We may end up with more little princesses along the way.” She gave me the eyebrow and a look that said I was out of my gourd if I thought that was going to happen. “Look at it this way, according to Sam you just pop them out.”

  I knew that would get her started, but I couldn’t resist. I like an angry pixie. “Ha, pop my ass. I rip my cooch every damn time,” she snarled.

  “You’d think as much as I stretched you out before we got here that it wouldn’t rip,” I exclaimed with a smile.

  “Men,” she growled with a blush as the doctor walked in trying to fight the chuckle. Oops, I guessed he heard us. I just grinned with pride and made the call to my parents.

  The End

  I made reference to an awesome movie, so I wanted to give them credit.

  The Usual Suspects. MGM Studios, (1995) Blu-ray, DVD. Director: Bryan Singer

  (One of my favorite films and a cult classic.)

 

 

 


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