by C. M. Steele
Slipping my belt from my pants, I ran it across her covered bottom. She shivered with the idea that I’d spank her. I rubbed it against her ass again, then pressed my hand to her mound. Her panties were fucking soaked. I shoved my pants to my knees. Coming up behind her, I slid her dress over her waist. Nudging her panties aside with the tip of my cock, I pushed my way into her depths. Her ass smacked against my pelvis as I bottomed out in her. The angle of the stairs gave us a different sensation and it was going to make me come fast. I leaned over her back and whispered, “Do you like that?”
“Yes,” she stuttered, her hands gripping the railing tightly. I pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into her.
With my lips pressed to her ear, I chanted her name repeatedly. I yanked the front of the dress down, tearing it with a smile. I cupped her breasts as she gasped in complaint about her ruined outfit. “You won’t be able to wear this again.”
“Bryce, please,” she begged, thrusting her ass against me.
“Please, what?” I teased, pulling out a little.
“Please, more. I need more.”
I grabbed her hair and tugged her head to see her pretty mouth, then bit her lip softly. “Your pussy is greedy enough.” I slammed back into her, sending her into a staccato moan as I drove an orgasm out of her curvy body.
With a few more pumps, I came in her pussy, making sure I knocked her up with baby number two. I smiled to myself because I knew she was in the prime time for breeding. I was a possessive nut, but hell, I was worse when she was pregnant. I walked around like I ruled the world. Any time a man passed us in the street, I’d give them a nod and proudly hold her close.
“Are you ready to listen to me and go upstairs to change?”
“Do I have a choice? You’ve ruined my dress.”
“I wouldn’t call that a dress.”
“Not anymore.”
“Climb your naked ass up the stairs and put on something I can take you out in. If you don’t, we’re not leaving and I’ll order a damn pizza. Then I’m going to fuck you over and over again.”
“Oh, hell. Bryce, you make it sound so terrible. I don’t know how I’ll be able to manage it if you don’t like my next outfit,” she teased, smiled, then dashed up the stairs.
The rest of the night was spent in the house, but it was better than sharing her with the world.
Another fifteen years later…
Bryce
She was vomiting again, and I knew it was my fault. She was pregnant with our seventh baby. Fuck, she was going to kill me. Six boys in a row: Jacob, Daniel, Tanner, Eric, Samuel, and Jason. Jason was only four. They came one after the other. This was our longest stretch, but I forgot to do my damn part to protect her. I knew when I forgot the stupid appointment that there was a chance, but fuck if I was ever going to have anything between us.
“Bryce,” she called out from our en suite.
I sheepishly approached the door. Why couldn’t I be like my cousins and get a vasectomy? I knew the answer. I loved seeing my wife pregnant and fuck if I was going to take that choice away forever.
“Yes, princess?” I replied.
“Do you have something you forgot to tell me?” She had her hands on her hips, tapping her toes and looking at me suspiciously.
“What do you mean, Harper?” I asked.
She stuck a pregnancy test in my face. Two blue lines were staring me in the face. I smiled, which wasn’t the right reaction, at least to the part of her question I didn’t answer.
“Damn it, you think it’s funny to skip the male birth control shot? I should have stayed on mine.”
“I’m sorry, I forgot the appointment and it took two weeks to get another.”
“I’m not sorry for the baby, Bryce. I hope you know that, but damn it, you should have told me you fucked up. It would have been a week of ass play if that’s what we needed.”
“I really did, but I’m not sorry. I love you pregnant, and we have more than enough money to have twenty kids.”
“That’s not happening after this one, you’re getting a vasectomy. There’s enough testosterone to choke a horse in this house.”
“Maybe we’ll finally get our princess.”
“Either way, I’ll be thrilled. I’m actually excited, Bryce.”
“Then why do you look like you’re ready to bite my penis off.”
“Because you weren’t planning to tell me you fucked up.”
“I didn’t remember until it was too late and the doc said since I’d been taking it so long that it wouldn’t be a big deal and I probably wouldn’t knock you up.”
“Well, your guys are fucking Olympic gold medal swimmers.”
“It’s from all those naked swims in our pond in Reese,” I replied with a nod. We often took dips, then made love on the bank. Of course, we went a week before my parents so we were all alone. Our last trip was around the time I missed the appointment and must have been when we made this baby.
“I love you, Bryce. Kiss me.”
“Every moment I can,” I answered, pressing my lips against hers.
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A little more than seven months later, we got our girl, little Annabeth. My lovely wife wanted to schedule the next trip to our pond as soon as she was healed. I couldn’t wait either.
The End
