The room was beautiful, combining old world class with modern touches. There was even a bottle of champagne on ice by the bed. It would have to wait to have a drink of it, though. At that exact moment, we had more urgent business to attend to.
I’d worn a dress for the first time in a while. A shirt, breezy, summery thing, gifted to me by Ashe, long before I would consider wearing such a thing.
At that moment, I was beyond such inhibitions. Besides which, I didn’t want anything between Theo and me that wasn’t strictly necessary. I wasn’t even wearing a bra, despite what the pregnancy had done for my breasts, which weren’t exactly itty-bitty to start with.
Dropping my dress like a towel as soon as Theo got me to the bed, my panties followed soon after. Then there was only Theo to get naked before we could get down to it.
He was already quite hard, his cock almost jumping at me as I lowered his shorts free. Unable to resist the delicious scent, I took right too it, going down as far as I dared, sucking as though it was the most delicious candy I’d ever tasted. It honestly did compare rather favorably to most that I’d had. I loved to suck my husband’s cock.
“Fuck yeah, Becca,” Theo said, clearly loving it too. “My cock is so hard in your mouth. You’re going to drain it of everything.”
Getting my hands involved, one massaging his balls, while the other stroke his shaft, I worked my love to an explosive orgasm, taking the brunt of it in my mouth. Then it was my turn to be pleasured.
Putting me up onto the bed, Theo dropped to his knees and set off exploring all around my wet and ready pussy. There wasn’t a single spot down there that his tongue didn’t touch at least once.
When I was nice and relaxed, he started to lick in earnest, burying his face between my quivering thighs as he devoured me, my moans like hymns to Venus.
I rallied quick, eager to have him deep inside me. Theo was more than happy to oblige. Getting me into what had become our favorite position, me at the end of the bed, with my legs up over his elbows, he sank sweetly in, easing his cock between my tender folds, setting off a explosion of pleasure in my head.
Tenderly he pumped, stroking the top of his mighty shaft inside me, stimulating my clit and g-spot in the same instant. That was something I’d never thought possible but very much enjoyed.
When he thought I could take it, Theo picked up speed, gradually building in intensity until the headboard was banging out a solid rhythm against the wall.
I wanted him to pick me up again. Like he had on the tour bus. I felt so safe in his arms, his cock so deep and warm inside me.
“Give me that pussy,” he said. “Deeper. Harder. I love it. I want it.”
“Me too,” I said. “I love to feel you inside me. I just want you to…”
Before I could say anything further, he’d already read my mind granted my wish, lifting me up into his arms, as though I weighted nothing despite my plus-sized frame, and taking me for a ride, bouncing me on his cock like a pogo stick until we came together. His sweet burst of cum warmed me to the core.
“I’m so glad you came back,” I told him, as we cuddled in bed afterwards. “And I’m so glad your American Independence Day holiday brought us together. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
“I’m glad I did, too,” he said. “And I’m glad you had my baby. Maybe we just made another one.”
“I hope so,” I told him, feeling happier than I’d ever felt in my life. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he said. “Always and forever.”
THE END.
Little Firecracker
A Fourth of July Secret Baby Romance
Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
Chapter One - Ada
Nothing is real. Concrete reality exists but is subject to prescription. There is no reason for anything to be the way that it is. Everything is subject to the power of your mind. Everything is subject to the power of your mind. Everything is subject to the power of your mind. Everything is –
I kicked the CD player as hard as I could manage without taking off my seatbelt. The NYPD were hard asses at the best of times. Why give them a reason to be vindictive pricks? Something that came off as particularly hilarious from the ones playing cowboys on horseback.
The horn blast came out of nowhere, making me nearly jump out of my skin. I had the urge to pull up over the six whole inches that were suddenly an island and then back up suddenly, stopping just short of the honker’s bumper.