Princess in Lingerie (Lingerie 12)

“Give it to me.” Her arms hooked around my neck, and she breathed unevenly, her pussy so slick and warm. Her soft flesh was perfect against my dick, the home I never wanted to leave.

I pumped inside her three more times before I hit my trigger. I burst, dumping mounds of come deep inside that gorgeous pussy. I kept thrusting hard, moaning under my breath and digging my fingers into her skin. “Fuck…” I never got tired of this, never got tired of enjoying this woman. “Baby.” My lips moved to the corner of her mouth, and I kissed her, enjoying the aftershocks of my climax. I put my come exactly where it belonged—deep inside my woman. I moved my face in between her tits, loving the trickle of sweat that formed there. For a petite woman, she had a sexy bust. Her tits weren’t big, but they were perfect. I licked the sweat away then felt her heartbeat against my mouth. Her body didn’t just belong to me, but her heart and soul as well. I had all of her because I earned her.

She rested her face in my neck, hugging me as she felt my cock soften inside her. “I want you again.” She spoke against my ear, her gentle voice innately sexy.

I was satisfied, but if my woman wanted something from me, I delivered. “Yes, baby.”

I poured myself a cup of coffee then sat at the kitchen table. It was almost ten, and I was barely getting my day started. This kind of laziness wasn’t normal for me, but since I’d spent the last hour fucking my woman, I didn’t punish myself for it.

After all, I was officially retired.

Vanessa walked into the room wearing the shirt I had on the night before. It moved past her ass and almost touched her knees. “You want me to make you something?” She poured herself a cup of coffee.

“Define make.” I drank my coffee, looking over the mug to stare at her.

“As in, pour some cereal into a bowl and add a splash of milk.”

I couldn’t eat that shit, complex carbs along with all the sugars in the milk. “That’s not making anything.” I liked to tease her. If I got her angry enough, we ended up having sex right on the kitchen table.

“It is to me.” She pulled a bowl out of the cupboard. “So, do you want some or what?”

“Do I ever eat cereal?”

“No. But if you want me to make you breakfast, you’ll have to compromise.”

“That’s a compromise I’ll never make.” It didn’t matter to me that Vanessa couldn’t cook. I wasn’t in love with her because of the food she made. I was in love with her because of her other extraordinary qualities, like the fact that she shot me without hesitation. Those were the traits I cared about. But it would be nice if she made something once in a while. “What are you going to make our kids?”

She’d just finished pouring the milk into the bowl when she paused. “Our kids?”

“Yes. Our kids.”

She turned to me, the emotion in her eyes.

“What did I say?” She’d said she wanted kids. This shouldn’t be surprising.

“I just…never heard you say that before.” She carried the bowl to the table beside me but didn’t take a bite.

“I’m officially retired. We can talk about that stuff now.” I’d made the sacrifices she’d asked me to make. All of that shit was in the past now. If she wanted to start a family, all she had to do was tell me when. My only job would be to fuck her—which I did anyway.

“I guess we can… So you want to have a family with me?”

I wasn’t a patient or compassionate man, but I was a man deeply in love with a woman. “You gave me an ultimatum, Vanessa. I agreed to it.”

“But you don’t actually want kids?” She watched me hesitantly.

“I want what you want.”

Her eyes fell in sadness. “I don’t want to make you do something you don’t want to do.”

“I didn’t want to fall in love with you, but that happened anyway. I didn’t want to be monogamous with someone, but that happened anyway. I didn’t want to be part of the Barsettis, but that happened anyway. All the things I didn’t want to happen happened…and I wouldn’t change any of it. I’m sure having a family will be the exact same way. It’s not something I’m interested in right now, but when that time comes, I’m sure I’ll change my mind like all the other times in the past.”

The sadness slowly disappeared from her face.

“And like I said, you’re going to make cereal for the kids?”

Finally, she smiled, shaking off her sorrow completely. “I guess you’re right.”

“I’m always right.”

“I wouldn’t take it that far…” She picked up her spoon and started to eat.