by Harley Wylde
“We need to be at the airstrip in two hours.”
I rolled over and smiled what I hoped was a seductive smile. “Good. Then we have time to play some more. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”
“Oh, princess. I can do that.”
“But…” I held up a finger. “I want you to fuck my pussy until I can’t hold any more cum, and then I want you to fuck my ass.”
He arched a brow and studied me.
“You promised you were going to fuck a baby into me.” I pouted. “Were you lying to me?”
It seemed he liked the idea of getting me pregnant, if the massive cock standing at attention was any clue. Lance grabbed my ankle, pulled my ass to the edge of the bed, and slid home once more. By the time we had to check out and leave, I could barely walk, but I had the happiest smile on my face.
Epilogue
Lance
Three weeks of wedded bliss and I could barely concentrate on my work. I’d screwed up twice in the shop and Jim had shooed me into the office, not that I was in good enough shape to do payroll either. Especially since I couldn’t look at my desk without thinking about fucking Gwennie on it. Maybe having her strip in my office hadn’t been such a great idea. Or the dozen times she’d come by since then. We’d been fucking like rabbits since day one, trying for a baby. I was starting to think maybe we were just trying too hard.
I stared at the clock another fifteen minutes before deciding to just say screw it and head home. I asked Jim to lock up and headed out to my car. Fuck. If we did have a baby, we’d have to take Gwennie’s Mercedes for family outings, since it was safer than my car. Might be time to invest in a family SUV or something. The maintenance on a nice Chevy or Dodge would sure as hell be cheaper. I wasn’t sure how attached Gwennie was to her car, but we might have to talk about selling it. The damn thing had broken twice since the day she ran out of gas, and I wasn’t sure it would ever run right again. Not without a new engine, new fuel system, and a host of other things. Might as well get a new car.
When I pulled into the driveway at home, I noticed her car wasn’t there. She hadn’t mentioned going anywhere, but I didn’t exactly keep her on a leash. If she wanted to drive around town, she was more than welcome to. I just hoped she hadn’t gone to work to surprise me. Whistling as I entered the house, I turned off the alarm and pulled off my clothes as I headed to the master bath. Even if I hadn’t done a lot of work, I’d still gotten more grease on me than the cars I’d worked on, and I didn’t like marring my princess’s skin with motor oil.
Just thinking of her naked and willing was enough to make my cock hard, but I willed the beast into submission. I hadn’t jacked off since the day I found Gwennie in the middle of the road, and I didn’t plan to start now. I had a wife who was more than willing to take care of any urges I had. Besides, if I came in the shower, she’d probably give me that stare that secretly scared me and complain that I was slushing our baby down the drain. I got that same look when I wanted to come in her mouth or her ass since she’d decided she definitely wanted a baby. The woman was killing me, but I was going to give in to her… until she was pregnant, then all bets were off. We were going to have a fuck fest when that happened.
I got out and dried off, stepping on something I hadn’t noticed on the floor earlier. It was the cardboard box of a pregnancy test. My heart was heavy. She’d taken four in the last few weeks and cried every time it was negative, which probably explained the missing car. She was probably out doing a little retail therapy.
Against my wishes, her father still put money into her account. Not as much as she’d gotten before, but every Friday like clockwork, five hundred dollars would show up in her checking account. I’d confronted him and had gotten the shock of a lifetime. He’d told me that while he might be a bastard and hadn’t treated his daughter right, he wasn’t going to have her suffer on a mechanic’s salary either. Little did he realize that I did pretty well. Maybe not millionaire well, but we could live comfortably.
I strolled into the living room with a pair of athletic pants on, my bare feet slapping against the wood floor, when I heard her car pull in. Peering through the blinds, I tried to gauge her mood. She wasn’t smiling, but she didn’t seem to be bawling her eyes out either. I opened the door and helped her carry her stuff in. She gave me a kiss on the cheek before snatching one of the bags from me.
“That’s a surprise.” She smiled. “Close your eyes.”
I humored her and closed my eyes, even if I didn’t like the thought of her buying me a present with her daddy’s money. The bag rustled and she told me to open my eyes. It took me a moment to realize was I was looking at and what it meant. I fingered the teddy bear and stared at her, hoping I wasn’t wrong.
“You’re pregnant?”
She nodded, squealed, and threw her arms around me. “Do you know what this means?”
Oh, yeah. I knew exactly what it meant.
I slapped her ass. “It means this ass is mine and the next time your mouth is open it had better be to suck my cock.”
Her gaze heated. Gwennie tossed the bear onto the couch and sauntered toward the bedroom, pausing in the door.
“Well, are you going to come fuck me or stare at me?” she asked.
“Oh, princess. I’m going to fuck you all night long in every way I can imagine. I hope you’re ready to get ridden hard.”
Gwennie dropped her jeans and wiggled her thong-clad ass at me.
“Then come get it… Daddy.”
Fuck me! I might never be a millionaire like Daddy Dearest, but fuck if I didn’t feel like the king of the world right then. I had the hottest woman in the world as my wife, and we were having a baby. Everything was abso-fucking-lutely perfect.
I gave her a little growl as I chased her into the bedroom. I had a feeling both of us would be walking funny come morning.
Harley Wylde
Short. Erotic. Sweet.
Harley’s other half would probably say those words describe her, but they also describe her books. When Harley is writing, her motto is the hotter the better. Off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place.
When Harley isn’t writing, she’s thinking up naughty things to do to her husband, drinking copious amounts of Starbucks, and reading. She loves to read and devours a book a day, sometimes more.
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