Once we’ve caught our breath, I give her gentle kisses across her chest and neck. I work my way up to her cheeks and then to her lips, tenderly loving her body after our quick coupling.
“You owe me a wedding,” Georgia says with her eyes closed and giant smile on her face.
“Oh, I do?”
“Oh, yeah, Daddy Warbucks. A big one.”
I laugh at her joke and bury my face between her big tits. “Anything you want, Sweet Cream. Anything.”
“You’re going to make one hell of a husband, Antonio.”
Epilogue
Don
Eight months later…
“It’s like trying to get ten pounds of sugar in a five-pound bag,” Georgia huffs as the zipper to her dress gets stuck.
I walk over and push her hands away, helping her fix her dress. When she’s all zipped up, I kiss her exposed shoulder and let my tongue linger there. “Every inch of you is gorgeous,” I say, running my hands up and down her body. “You look absolutely stunning.”
“If you keep that up, I’m not going to make it to dinner, and you know how much I love steak.”
She turns around in my arms, going up on her tiptoes to kiss me on the lips. Her pregnant belly bumps between us, and it makes me smile.
“Don’t laugh at my belly. My baby girl is hungry.” She smiles and bites my lip.
She couldn’t stand waiting to know what we were having until delivery, so like always, I gave in to her, and we found out. We’re having a bouncing baby girl next month, and I can’t wait. I’m filled with equal parts excitement that she’ll be just like my Georgia, and dread that she’ll be just like my Georgia.
She turns around, strutting away from me, and I rub my injured lip.
“You keep shaking your ass like that and I’ll have to fuck you before I feed you.”
She stops in her tracks and looks over her shoulder at me, raising an eyebrow. It’s like she’s daring me to do it.
If I know anything about my girl, it’s that she loves a challenge. Especially when she’s on the receiving end of it.
My eyes roam down her lush body, relishing all her curves in her tight strapless dress. Since the day we first made love, I’ve been unable to keep my hands off her. I think it’s gotten worse since she started growing with my baby. Seeing her round with our child and knowing she’s my wife makes me hard just thinking about it.
We’ve been in this house since the day she called and bought it over the phone, sight unseen. I’ve made love to her on every available space, and now I’m working my way back through them. We’re supposed to meet our friends Ethan and Tiffany for dinner in twenty minutes, but I have a feeling I’m about to make us late.
I move before she can react, pulling her into my arms and carrying her over to the dresser in our bedroom. I sit her on the edge and spread her legs wide, moving between them. I reach down between us and undo my slacks, giving her a cocky grin.
“You better make this quick. I want something besides your dick for dinner.” She says the words in a sassy tone, but we both know what she really wants. “Tiffany is just as pregnant as I am, and I know she’s not going to wait to order. Ethan wouldn’t let her starve like you’re letting me.”
“Oh, is that right? You want me to stop?” I move my fingers to her panties, feeling how damp they are on the outside. I run my index finger up and down, feeling her wetness, and wait for her to tell me she doesn’t want this.
She moans at the light touch, moving her hips to try to get more pressure.
“Tell me, Sweet Cream. Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
I pull her now soaking panties to the side and gently touch her tender lower lips. “What was that?” I ask, making her say it again.
“Antonio,” she whines, and I smile at her. “I’m hormonal. Don’t make me beg.”
I plunge my fingers inside her sticky heat, and she lets out a moan. “Is this what you want? Or do you want my cock?”
Her head falls back, and her eyes close as she sits on the dresser soaking up the pleasure I’m giving her.
“Tell me, Peaches. Tell me what you want.”
“Your cock,” she breathes. “Fuck me, Antonio.”
I pull out my fingers and bring them to my mouth, licking on them as I push the tip of my cock past her sticky folds. Her flavor hits my tongue as I thrust into her fully, and I try to hold myself back from cumming. It’s almost too much—the tight feel of her pussy wrapped around me and the sweet taste of her on my tongue.
“Goddamn, I won’t last.” I look down to where I’ve entered her, and the sight of her pussy swallowing my cock is too much.
I reach between us and strum my thumb across her clit. I feel her hand come up and grip my hair as she moans. “Yes.”
Bottoming out inside her, I feel her clench around me as her orgasm starts. She shouts my name as her juices coat my cock and drip down between us. The feel of her body, lost in ecstasy, is my undoing, and I thrust into her once more, cumming inside her.
“I don’t know if it’s the hormones, but I swear to God, my orgasms get better every time.”