Just the Tip - The Manning Brothers

“Are you sure?” I said cautiously. “There were a lot of gleeful people gloating at my demise after that video came out. Besides, couldn’t we trot Violet out for some talk shows or something? People can see with their own eyes that she’s real.”

Jake shook his head slowly. “Listen honey,” he said, tracing my cheek with one big finger. “I know how much you want to reveal the truth, but you’ll be okay, just let this blow over on its own. Look at Frederick Ecklund. That loser did porn and now he’s a millionaire real estate broker with his own TV show and book deal. You’ll be fine,” he growled, pressing a kiss to my temple. “I promise.”

And I sighed, leaning into my man. I hoped it would be true, prayed it would be true because I had another miracle to share.

“Rafe,” I said. “I appreciate what you’ve done for me, I really do, but why? Why did you appear out of the woodwork to save me when you could have left me to suffer?”

“Because I realized that you had more to offer than I’d given you credit for,” he said simply. “You’re sensuous, beautiful, intelligent, and everything I’m looking for. I’d been stupid, never giving you a chance to explain the nudie pix, immediately assuming that you were a liar, hiding all sorts of bad shit in your past. But now I know that it wasn’t your fault,” he said emphatically. “Especially since the identical twin stuff is actually true,” he replied with a wry smile.

And I’d sighed gratefully. This was the man I loved, the billionaire with a conscience, who was hellbent on making sure I was comfortable and secure, my state of mind the most important thing to him in an already very busy life.

“Oh good,” I breathed, looking lovingly into his dark eyes. “Because there’s a baby on the way … your baby, Rafe. You’re going to be a father.”

The big man sat back stunned. Looks like I got the last word in after all!

Epilogue

Rafe

One year later.

“Oh!” she squealed as a I reamed her. “Oh oh oh!”

“Shhh sweetheart,” I soothed, whispering into her ear. “The baby’s in the next room you’re going to wake her.”

Jenna looked up at me, her blue eyes dazed and sensual, hardly able to think beyond the pleasure that my rod was inflicting.

Because we’re married now, settled in with a beautiful daughter. But that doesn’t mean that I haven’t stopped desiring her, this little woman whose body I watched grow large with my child.

“Open,” I murmured into her ear, and the blonde obeyed wordlessly, her eyes pleading with me. I knew what she wanted. With a lascivious grin, I stripped off the condom, throwing the latex on the ground, and teased my shaft between her dripping slit, massaging those puffy lips with my glans, trailing seed all over that secret spot.

“You want it, don’t you?” I growled sensuously. “You want another baby, don’t you?”

She nodded wordlessly, a sigh escaping her lips even as she spread her legs wider, baring her body to me, giving me her snatch.

And I obliged. Slowly, I began pushing in, her flesh stretching, that pink hole struggling to fit my huge size, the girl wriggling with breathy little pants as she wormed her hips down, desperate to feel me inside her.

As usual, my arousal wasn’t to be denied. I was so massive that my donkey dong shoved her upwards, her slim hips jerking up even as she tried to force herself down, the veins in my member bulging obscenely, shiny and coated in her kitty juices, pre-come trailing down my wooden shaft.

“Please Rafe,” she breathed. “More, more, more!”

I did it. I grabbed her hips, forcing her down on my pole, jerking her in close until I was balls-deep, my balls hitting her ass, bouncing against those soft cheeks.

Jenna couldn’t keep quiet, not with my hugeness slammed so tight in that curvy body.

“Unnnh!” she shrieked, screaming with pleasure. I gave it to her, deep, true, and unrelenting. I fucked that little body, all golden curves and gleaming skin until Jenna almost passed out from the pleasure, her eyes rolling back into her head, her kitty spasming with orgasm after orgasm, clenching down on my dick, milking me for my come.

Because our life has changed a lot, or at least Jenna’s has. She’s cut off all ties with the Walshes and the Mannings because she was never a part of that bunch. Sure, the Manning brothers are rich as shit and influential, but after that call with Jake, I knew there was no way to heal the wound between my wife and his family.

So fuck it. We were done with them. As a member of the Connor clan, Jenna would be more than okay and had already booked her first show after the birth of baby June. We’d be more than fine, she was heading back to super-stardom as an international model.