Pretty Prize (Rags to Riches 2)

One by one, the children fall into a sun-induced slumber. I signal for Nanny McVay to take over and draw Rose up off the bed.

“Need something?” she teases as I sweep her into my arms.

“Yes,” I answer honestly. “It’s been approximately three hours since I was last inside of you and that’s about two hours and fifty-nine minutes too long. Unless you want to scar your children for life, I propose we retire to the private gardens where I can devour you in peace.”

She glances over her shoulder. “You likely only have an hour before the kids are awake again.”

“Then let’s not wait one more second.” I extend my hand. She places her fingers on mine. There’s a gazebo in the garden—a fairy thing where Rose sits and surveys her garden kingdom. I lead her there, brushing away the pillows on the huge lounge we had built to accommodate her and our growing brood of children. They clamor for her attention, like a litter of puppies in need of her touch at all times. I can relate.

I lay her down on the cushions before tearing my shirt off and shucking my pants. My cock springs free, heavy and throbbing. I palm it, giving the shaft a quick short jerk. Her eyes glitter with excitement. “Like what you see?”

“Very much.” She reaches out and wraps her fingers around mine.

I let go and allow her to stroke me. Her ass rises in the air, waving itself at me. She leans over to take me into her mouth, brushing her heavy breasts against the seat. The friction makes her moan around my cock. “Sensitive, aren’t you, flower?”

Pregnancy makes every nerve of hers sit up. I roll one covered nipple between my fingers and then pinch it. She lets out a cry and the sound reverberates all the way into my spine. My hour’s ticking down and I need to be inside her before the kids wake up.

“On your back, flower.”

She shakes her head and sucks me in deeper. Her tongue folds around my head, flicks the underside, and rides down the veins of my shaft. My eyes roll into the back of my head as pleasure threatens to spill. I pull back.

Rose frowns and then pouts. “I thought your life goal was to give me everything I want.”

“It is.”

“I want your dick in my mouth.” She scrambles toward me, her tits waving back and forth like a red flag in front of a bull.

“And I want my dick in your cunt. Be a good girl and spread your legs for me.”

Her lower lips pushes out even farther. “No,” she whines. “I want to suck.”

“Don’t make me spank you. You’re pregnant. That’s probably an international human rights violation.” I push her back slowly. She doesn’t put up much of a resistance. “I know your pussy is aching right now. I know you want my cock shoved deep inside of you. It’s the only thing that will fill you up.”

I slide my hands up her warm legs until I find the apex of her sex. Her honey has coated her thighs. Slowly, I push my fingers inside of her. “Hear that?” The wet suck of her cunt fills our ears. “That’s your pussy telling you how needy she is. How much she wants my thick cock inside of her.”

“Oh, Hunter,” she moans, falling completely back onto the cushions. Her black hair spreads like an exotic flower under her. I peel away her thin, gauzy dress and lean forward to kiss her breasts. Her hands clasp my head as I pay homage to each precious tit, working each nipple into a tight red bead.

She clamps her legs tight around my hand as I find her sensitive spots, working them until her knees are trembling and her back is arching off the surface. “Fuck my fingers. Work that pussy on my hand. I want to feel your cum drenching my palm.”

She cries out, a thin, high keening sound. I quickly remove my fingers and replace them with my cock. She screams again, muffling the sound with the heel of her hand.

I work my way inside of her. She’s tight, but slippery. I give her long, hard strokes until she’s coming again. “That’s my girl. You’re making me proud, flower. You look so beautiful when you come. So beautiful.”

“Fill me up, Hunter. Make me yours.”

My thrusts grow harder. This life is nothing like I imagined, nothing like I deserved, nothing that I thought I could ever have. Three beautiful children with one more on the way. The most gorgeous, loving wife and mother a man could ever dream of. The hottest sex in the world. I have it all because this woman, Rose Keal, decided that I was worth a risk.

I bought her thinking she was a pretty prize to add to my collection of pretty, valuable things, but she ended up being my whole world.