“Then fuck me, Jak. I need you to fuck me.” She whines pushing further back onto my cock. Her movements are wild and jerky, and I get it. She is in heat. She fell asleep last night before I got home so she didn’t have her nightly bang session. She gets grumpy and insatiable when she misses a dose. I pull out of her greedy snatch and curse when the gap closes right up, marveling at how something so tiny can take all my meat and go right back to its size the minute I vacate the premises.
“Turn over baby. I know what you need. Open your legs.” She does what I say, mewling and begging me in desperate pleas. Fuck, even her pussy is trying to fuck with me. It is dripping down her hole headed toward her ass. My mouth waters at all of the sugar sliding down her pussy. “Jesus, Chiara. This spoilt pussy loves taunting me, doesn't she, baby.” When I lean down and smell her syrup, jizz squirt from my cock onto the sheets. My tongue barely touches her as I take a taste. “God, I love your cunt, baby.” My hand grips her ass cheeks and spreads them, enamored by the glistening rosebud winking back at me.
Unable to hold back any further, my tongue swirls around her maidenhead and she screams out her first of many orgasms, always so sensitive in this spot. I lick her ass to clit over and over, my face covered in her devotion to my tongue and attention. “JAK!!!” My wife is a backdoor queen and every chance I get I give her what she needs.
“Fuck baby. Even your ass tastes like cotton candy.” I focus on her clit now sucking and biting it. Her eyes meet mine while she fucks my face.
“Oh, shit. Oh, God.” She rubs herself on my tongue, taking what she needs from me. I place my hand on her hard swollen stomach once again giving thanks for the gift of life she and the almighty have bestowed on me. She screams for me once more when my finger forces its way into her ass. She lifts off the bed, flying into silence. I continue to lick and suck her through her orgasm until she stops moving and making noise.
Wiping my face on her thighs and kissing my offspring, I slide her further up the bed before kissing her head and tucking her in for her afternoon nap. She is going to be out at least two hours. Walking downstairs, I see my mom sitting at my kitchen counter. Although she has her own wing of the house which is actually a house within itself including a kitchen and everything. But more often than not, I find her here with her new daughter as she says. “Hey momma. What’s up?” I ask her, kissing her cheek.
“Nothing. I was coming to see if moja córka needed help with the rest of the party, but I assume she is sleeping?” I love when she calls my wife her daughter.
“Yeah. She was grumpy,” I say shrugging my shoulders. She smirks and then leans over like she is sharing a secret with me.
“Alright, it is just you and me. Tell me. What is it? A boy or a girl?” I let out a full-blown belly laugh. Everyone has been dying to know what the gender is, but we decided for ours to do a gender reveal for everyone else. We of course know, but we wanted to surprise our family.
“My wife would kill me if I told you. Sorry.” She scoffs and then smiles.
“I am proud of you son. I don’t know what happened and I don’t want to, but you continue to protect your family, moja syn and that already makes you a better man than your father. Kocham Cie, Jakub.”
“I love you too, momma. Always.” I never saw a life with the woman I loved as an option before I laid on Chiara. She captivated my mind first, but then took my heart hostage. Thank fuck for that. I took her, but she saved me, and I will thank her every day for the rest of our lives.
EPILOGUE
CHIARA
FOUR YEARS LATER
“JJ Barbieri, stop being mean to your little brother right this instant.” I shake my head as my sister Lily yells at her oldest son Julio Junior. The noise in this house is deafening as all the kids run around all over the place. Today is my twin’s birthday and we have a house full.
Jakub and I had twin boys, Jakub JR and Lazor Jozef, followed by a daughter named Alina Paulina the next year and then another son named Blazej and as I am sure you guessed, I am pregnant again. My husband gets pissy whenever the baby weight leaves, and my milk goes away. His mission is always to get me pregnant and prove his claim over my body. “Mama.” I hear my son call me and walk over to where he is looking.