As I rise from my chair quickly in an effort to get to the door before her, I see I’m a few minutes too late. She’s still wearing the blue nightie she slipped on this morning after I woke her with my mouth between her legs, then flipped her over to ride me. Nothing seems to get me off more than seeing her perched over me, swollen with our babies, as she rides me. It might be barbaric, but I don’t care. To see the extent to which I’ve finally claimed her just does it for me.
At least she slipped on the matching robe, not that it helps much. She stares down at the delivery slips while the delivery man looks over every inch of her. It’s clear she’s fucking pregnant. How much more taken can she look?
“What the fuck are you looking at?” I bark, making them both jump. The man drops the box he was holding under his arm.
Samantha just shrugs like, yeah who wouldn’t look at me? I step in front of her. I’m starting to notice she likes to see my jealousy. I think it gets her off. Maybe after all the times I’ve played it cool around her, she now wants to play catch up. But in all fairness she never dressed like this before, and she’s more relaxed. The cold exterior she used to always show the world has been melting away each day, and I take pride that I’m the one causing the thaw. I’m showing her that she doesn’t have to hide. I love every part of her. No matter how dark those parts might go, I’d gladly go with her.
I go to move in front of her, blocking her from his view as he picks up the box.
“Keep it, and don’t fucking come back here,” I growl out before slamming the door.
“Hey, that was my breast pump. I need that.”
I turn to see Samantha with her arms folded, pushing her breasts up so they’re almost spilling out of the nighty. Her blonde hair is still wild from this morning.
I snatch the slip from her hand, tossing it to the ground before grabbing the front of her nightly and ripping it right down the center. Her gasp rings loud in the entryway as I crowd her, forcing her to look up at me with those dark blue eyes.
“If you think I’ll let others see you in this shit, I’ll destroy every one of them.”
She licks her lips as her nipples respond, growing hard.
“I’ll pump your breasts for you, if you like,” I tease.
She snorts.
I lean down, taking one into my mouth and sucking. I rub my thumb across her nipple.
“Oh, God.”
I slide my other hand between her thighs, going straight for her clit, pushing one finger into her tight pussy and using another to stroke her clit. She starts to move her hips, my name slipping from her lips, over and over again.
I pull back, stopping all movements.
“Leo, please,” she begs.
“Still need the pump, sweetheart, or you think I got you?”
“You got me. Please just…”
Her words die off as I suck her nipple back into my mouth and start moving my fingers again.
Her juices coat my hand as I work in and out of her. When I feel her pussy clench around my finger, I give her nipple a little bite, applying more pressure to her clit as she comes undone. I use my arms to catch her as the pleasure rocks though her body.
I pick her up and carry her through the house, up the stairs into the master bedroom, laying her on the bed.
“Now I’m going to show you what happens when you make me jealous. Trust me, when I’m done with you, everyone will know you belong to someone and are very well taken care of.”
Epilogue
Samantha
Ten years later…
“Cowboy, get your pretty ass down here before I get mad!” I yell through the house as our daughter, Lori, walks by me.
“He’s outside with Uncle Don. Hey, can I stay the night with Grace? Peaches said it was okay.”
“Who else is going?”
“Penelope and Ruby.”
“I’ll talk to Peaches, and if she says it’s okay, then I’m fine with it. Go get the plates and silverware out for dinner. It’s almost time. Oh, and go track down Austin. I don’t know where he and Simon got to.”
“Ugh. Austin may be my twin but we weren’t conjoined!” She rolls her eyes at me as she does what I say. I swear, that girl is going to get them stuck like that one day.
I can hardly keep up with all the kids who come and go in our house nowadays. Grace is the daughter of Don and Peaches, and she’s the same age as our twins. Penelope and Simon belong to Ethan and Tiffany, and Ruby is Charles’s and Mandy’s daughter.
We have all created this little family together, and thankfully, our kids are close enough in age that we can get together and just let them run around.
As I make my way to the back porch, I spot Leo on the grill with Don and Charles. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, leaning into his back. I feel his hands rub my arms, and he leans into my embrace.
“You forgot to get me mustard at the store.”
“Oh, damn! I’m sorry, baby. Did you need it?” Leo says.
“No. It was only for the potato salad, so now it’s ruined and it’s all your fault.”
He turns around and brings his fingers to my waist, trying to tickle me. The guys behind him laugh, but he’s knows I’m right.