by C. M. Steele
He pulled me close and started singing Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton and I was done. I needed to have him right there in the middle of the floor.
“I love you, Julian. And you are wonderful, and your voice does things to my body that demand to be taken care of.”
“I’m madly in love with you, Morgan. You make me want to sing all the time,” he murmured as he kissed my jaw. “And I’ve got things happening to me by just looking at you.” He pressed my hips to his, letting me feel his agony.
“We need to get out of here,” I complained.
“Two more hours, then we ride off into the sunset,” he promised.
Three hours later we were back at our home. We barely made it into the house before he had my wedding gown unzipped and my breasts spilling out into his hands. His thumbs plucked my nipples, making them hard before leaning down and taking one in his mouth. My thighs clenched and I nearly lost my footing as I stood in the middle of the foyer. I stopped him long enough to slide his jacket off his shoulders and onto the floor.
“Take me to bed, Mr. Middleton.”
“Yes, Mrs. Middleton.”
He unzipped my dress completely, letting it pool on the floor at my feet before lifting me into his arms and rushing upstairs like a madman and tossing my shoes on the way.
I found myself in the middle of the bed with just my panties on and my husband looking down at me with lecherous intent in his chocolate eyes as he stroked the bulge in his pants. “Bend your knees and part them. I want you to stroke your pussy for me.” I did as he commanded while he took off his shirt and pants. He stood there before me in just his silky boxers, his cock nearly shredding them. I reached between my thighs and pressed two fingers against the lace covering my clit. Slowly, I rubbed it without taking my eyes from his. Then I slipped a finger under the fabric and teased my nub in a circular motion. His cock twitched in his boxers before he growled and pulled my legs around to face him. He took my fingers from my wet heat and sucked them into his mouth. I sat up as he unleashed his cock and took the tip in between my lips, tasting his pre-cum on my tongue. My fingers wrapped around his thickness as I staked my claim, sliding his cock deeper into my mouth. I moaned, loving the feel and taste of him. I felt him pulse and jerk a bit, before he pulled me off. He growled, kissed my lips, then pushed me back down on the bed, lifting my legs onto his shoulders. His cock nudged the panties aside as he took me in one thrust.
“Mine,” he growled. “Everything about you is special, Morgan. From your sexy brain, to those pouty lips, down to your tight cunt, and sparkly toenails. And I claim you for my own. You’re mine, right?” he grunted, stroking deep into me, hitting my cervix with just a hint of pain that made it so damn pleasurable.
“Yes, Julian. You’re mine, too,” I moaned.
“Damn right, I am. And this dick has only known and will only ever know your sweet pussy. I love the way your walls massage it, demanding I come in you. Do you want my cum, Morgan?”
“Give it to me, Julian. I want it all,” I replied, my body was on the verge of coming. Each deep stroke of his huge cock stretched me and rubbed against my walls. He looked down between us with greedy eyes. He pulled out of me and bent down to take my pussy in his mouth. His tongue slid across my clit, and I was mewling and arching my back to get more. He growled, lapping up my pussy before pushing his cock back inside. “Julian,” I sobbed out, my orgasm on the cusp. He took his thumb and finger and squeezed my clit, sending me over.
“Julian. I’m coming,” I shouted in a high-pitched voice. He grabbed my hips and pumped hard and deep into me, growling and grunting as he came, too.
“Damn, I think we made a baby,” he panted, pulling out and collapsing to the side of me.
I turned slightly so that we were facing each other. “Yes, we did. About a month ago,” I said.
The look on his face was priceless and worth the two days I had to wait to tell him.
Epilogue
Eight months later…
Morgan
I sat in my large office, looking out at the Dallas skyline. My belly was growing really fast and this was going to be my last project for a while. I had to meet with my boss to discuss the plans for the remodel in Norfolk, VA. He was waiting for me in his office. I maneuvered my large body out of the chair and headed for the door when it opened. In came Harley, hopping and jumping. She squealed, “Thank you! I love it! Like, really love it! I can’t believe you all kept this from me.”
“Well, it was a part of the contract,” I told her. She smirked, knowing Julian’s and my story.
“It was perfect. Part of me actually regrets that I don’t work there, but Jacob promised the next time we go, I can run it for a day.” Her smile was contagious and I couldn’t stop returning one, even though my cramps were back again.
“I’m so thrilled that you love it.”
“He said the design was all yours. I had no idea. I thought you worked on the other two hotels in that area.”
“I did those two, as well, but the Harley Inn was a secret.”
“We had the most amazing time there. I’m so happy that you and I are sisters now.”
“Me, too.” She hugged me again.
“Mrs. Middleton?” My growling husband was standing there. “You’re late for our meeting.”
Harley pulled away and looked at Julian with the giddy smile she gave me. “Sorry, Julian. I just had to tell her how much I loved the hotel. Thank you for snagging her.”
“It’s my pleasure to shag her,” he teased. Harley shook her head before walking out the door and closing it behind her.
I looked at my watch, then up at my husband. “I’m like thirty seconds late, Mr. Middleton. What gives?”
“I was worried. You’re usually early to our meetings. I thought maybe one of the fabric guys was keeping you occupied.” He had been jealous of every man that showed me any type of attention. Even at our wedding, he eyed the officiant who smiled at me during the joyous occasion. Thankfully, he didn’t actually get violent with anyone, but he did love to remind me who I belonged to. His caveman tendencies led to amazing and dominating sex.
“The meeting with them lasted an hour this morning. You’re being goofy.”
“Okay, I was worried that you were having a difficult time.”
“It’s getting harder to get up, but I’m fine, Julian,” I replied, rubbing my huge belly. It was so big we thought I was having twins or even triplets, but the doctor assured us it was only one. From behind you couldn’t tell I was pregnant. Well, unless you noticed the growing waddle in my gait.
“We can talk about the project in here if you want.”
“No, let’s discuss it in your office while you rub my feet on your large sofa.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. The last time we discussed anything on that sofa, I had you riding me. Hell, every time we’re on it.”
“You don’t want me? Am I getting too big for you?” He never turned me down before.
“I want to fuck you every second.” He grabbed my hand and placed it along the edge of his belt. His cock was hard and pulsing when I touched it. “I don’t want to send you into labor in the office. Maybe when we get home.”
“Okay, I’ll behave,” I replied, of course my fingers were crossed behind my back.
Two hours later. “Breathe, Morgan,” he said, as they wheeled me into the Labor and Delivery area.
“It’s all your fault,” I screeched. The labor pains were quicker than anyone expected.
“You wanted to rest on the sofa while I sang to you.” I winced in pain and squeezed his hand. “So, breathe, sweetheart.”
“You’re lucky I love you, Julian,” I bit out as another pain hit.
“Yes, I am. I really am.”
Another twenty years later…
Julian
As always, I leaned against the door and watched her as she picked new fabric. We’d been hit by a tornado last month and much of our small town had been destr
oyed. Our house saw very little damage and had been repaired right away. As part of the rebuild, my lovely wife donated her time and services to those who lost their homes. The Middleton Corp. donated millions to restoring them and giving people a part of their lives back. It was the least we could do, but it was headed by the spitfire I married all those years ago.
“How’s it going over there, Morgan?” I asked.
“Julian,” she said, smiling up at me with her cute black glasses on. She’d picked them up on our way in, I’d been itching to fuck her with them on all day. I heard that people found women with glasses sexy, but I only had eyes for my wife and she was a fucking sexy woman. I planned to fuck her as soon as these fabric assholes left. I hated that they were so eager to please her. My jealousy always got out of control when it came to them. They have been eyeing her for over twenty years. Or so that’s what I told myself. She argued that they wanted to please me because they wanted a repeat customer with Middleton pockets. I suppose she did have a point on that one, but I still wasn’t convinced.
I walked over to her, pulled her roughly into my arms and kissed her possessively with my hands cupping her ass. I stepped back and asked, “So are you almost done, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Julian.” I nodded and moved back to my usual perch at the door. The younger one was still eyeing her. I was about to choke the fucker when she stood straight and ended the meeting.
Morgan walked up to me with a grin that told me she was more than pleased to see me. “Kiss me, woman,” I growled, jealousy seeping through my words. She lifted her lips to mine, giving me what I asked for.
“I missed you today. Can we go home?” she asked, looking at me nervously.
“Yes, sweetheart. Are you tired?”
“Not at all. I want you,” she replied, running her hand in between us, making her intent known. I closed my eyes and absorbed the feel of her hand on the bulge.
“We’re not waiting until we get home.” I locked her studio door, then pinned her against it. She was wearing a tight black sweater dress that matched her glasses to a tee. Even down to the thin white belt that matched the white on the inside of the frame. I wanted her pussy on my tongue and chanting my name before I fucked her hard. After all this time, I hadn’t lost the need to possess her. My cock demanded I remind her who she belonged to.
“What are you doing, Julian?” she asked as I dropped to my knees.
“Baby, you’re too young to be senile,” I said with a chuckle, slipping her panties down her legs. “Fuck, Morgan, your legs still get my dick pulsing out of control.” I stroked my hands up and down her silky stems. My mouth pressed against her inner thighs, kissing her flesh. “Mine, Morgan. Who do you belong to?” I asked, demanding she tell me. My finger slipped into her wetness, making her moan. “Tell me, Morgan. You know I hate it when you don’t say it,” I muttered against her clit. She was always a mess when I played with her pussy. Her mouth opened, but she couldn’t speak. She moaned as I pushed two fingers into her.
“Yours. I’m yours, Julian,” she sobbingly called out. Her hands pressed onto my shoulders, grinding her pussy on my face. “Oh my God, I’m coming.”
“Yes, I am your God,” I laughed on her mound. Her pussy dripped all over my tongue. I ate up her juice, then rose, unleashed my cock, and lifted her thighs on my forearm and thrust into her cunt. We both groaned as our bodies connected. I looked at her beautiful face, and those glasses were fucking sexier than I expected while I was balls deep in her. “I’m not going to be able to hang on. Baby, can you come for me again?” I asked, holding her ass in my hands, fucking her hard.
“Yes. I’m so close.”
“Morgan, you’re so fucking perfect. I want you to cream on me. I want it all.” It set her off and her tight pussy clenched around my cock, taking all the cum out of me. “Fuck, Morgan. I bet we made another baby.”
“Yes, we did…about a month ago,” she confessed, looking at me with her lip between her teeth.
“Woman, when were you planning on telling me?” I complained, placing my hand on her belly. It was still completely flat, but my sixth baby was in there. We already had five boys. My oldest son, Junior, was turning twenty tomorrow. With the tornado, he didn’t want us to do anything special for him. He wanted a party for our entire town instead. “The people need something to smile about,” he said. Everything was planned and ready to go. They were all going to be surprised when they learned that we were adding another baby to the family. Our youngest son, Eric, was six. We had babies every other year, just like my parents.
She shook her head, adjusting her clothes. “I just told you. I only found out this morning.”
“Did you go to the doctor?” I asked. My nerves were on edge all of a sudden. She’d been extra tired lately, so I thought maybe she was working too much. Now I knew she was. Our eighteen-year-old, Dylan, was going to have to help his mom at the office. He was the one that loved the design side of the business. William and Jackson were the middle two and were into sports. They were both studs in baseball, just like two of their cousins. Their teams had taken state championship trophies. We loved our boys, but I hated that I never gave her a daughter. She wanted a pretty princess to dress up in the fabrics that she played with all the time.
“Yes, she was able to squeeze me in and everything looks good.”
“I love you, Morgan. How are you feeling?” I said, kissing her mouth like a man blessed. I peppered kisses down her neck until I got to my favorite spot, lingering there a bit longer before stepping back.
“Happy and sleepy. Someone wore me out. Take me home, daddy,” she said.
“Get your bag.” She walked over and packed up her things into her leather messenger bag. She strutted toward me in fuck me heels and those glasses. “You are going to get fucked as soon as you take a nap.”
“Yay,” she squeaked.
“Oh, yes. My favorite side effect of your pregnancy. Those raging hormones are telling me I need a vacation. What do you think?”
“Yes, we need a nice one where we can go riding.”
“You can’t be on a horse,” I reminded her. That wasn’t a risk I was willing to take.
She giggled, then pressed her lips to mine. “I meant your face and cock, Julian. Now take me home. There’s a lot to do.”
“Fuck yeah. I’m going to get it set up. I know we’ve been busy with the rebuild and our general work, but we need some more time for us.”
Eight months later…
“Hello, my wonderful beauty,” I said, looking down at my baby girl.
“She’s perfect, Julian,” Morgan sobbed with her messy hair and lovely smile. She just gave birth to our only daughter and didn’t even look a bit exhausted.
“She really is, sweetheart.”
“How are you, my little Melody?” I asked before singing a lullaby to my princess. My eyes moved back to Morgan who was staring at us.
“All these years, and your voice still sends my tired body into a frenzy.”
“Six weeks, sweetheart, and I’ll serenade you all night long,” I promised, stealing a kiss from the woman I could never get enough of. “Thank you, Morgan—for everything.”
The End
