The Boss Crush

“Mm, Lyle, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she says, digging her fingers into my hair and tearing at my roots. “I’m so close, I’m so fucking close.”

Her muscles tighten as she pushes her ass against my lower stomach. Her nails rake across my scalp as her back curves and her nipples stiffen. Goosebumps explode over her skin, moving down her arms as her entire body writhes.

I can feel the orgasm as it fills my body with electric sparks. They shoot through my muscles, making my heart beat faster, and a warm sweat break across my forehead.

Giving one last jerk of my hips, my cock explodes, spilling inside her. Pulse after pulse of cum spews from my dick and seeps out around the seal of her lips.

Our breathing is heavy, pulses matching as our hearts race. Dalia rolls to face me, nuzzling against my chest as I wrap my arms around her body.

“How much time do we have left?” she asks, dancing her fingers across my shoulder blades.

“Does it matter?”

“We are getting married, so yeah, I would think it matters.” She giggles, tipping her head to look up at me.

“I think we can do what we want. They can’t start the show until the bride and groom are there. We are the stars today.”

Placing my hand on her belly, I feel our baby kick. Our little son, due next month. I’ve been a little more nervous the closer it gets, but I’m ready. Jameson Vox will be here before we know it, and I can’t wait to meet him.

My sister is around, but I keep my distance. We dissolved the business, and Dalia and I are working on starting our own graphic design company. Things with Sandy will never be the same, I’ll never be able to see her in the same light as before. But she’s still my sister, that’s something I can’t ever change.

Dalia moans as she stretches her arms up, and re-wraps herself around my torso. “This feels good,” she says, kissing the curve of my jaw.

“If we could just stay like this forever, I’d be happy. I don’t need a wedding, or a big reception to show everyone how much I love you. As long as I have you by my side, I don’t need anything else. You and this baby. . .” Pausing, I squeeze her belly, making sure our son knows I’m here. “You and this baby make life worth living. And our baby is going to show the world how much love we have for each other.”

My life is complete.

This all I’ll ever need.