Nick's Snow Angel

I take a deep breath and tell him what little there is to tell. “Well, there is not much to tell. I never knew my father. My mother died when I was 15, from a heart attack. My next-door neighbor let me stay with her, so I didn’t have to go into the system. The day I turned 18 I moved out. I found a job at Stanley’s Bakery. His wife is like a mom to me in many ways. She made me move upstairs from the bakery and refuses to let me pay her anything.” I smile thinking of Patty’s deep voice, telling me that she always prayed for a daughter and won’t slap God in the face by not treating the one he sent her right. “That’s it. Nothing to tell,” I say shrugging my shoulders.

“I see. Remind me to thank them for taking good care of my future.” He kisses me again after he says this. “Speaking of future, baby. What do you envision for yours? Do you want to go to college? Do you want to own one? What do you want to do?” I think about my answer for a second, wondering if I should make up something. I want to seem good enough for him. But then I look up at him and I know he is not going to care either way and I want nothing more than to be honest with him and make this work. Taking a deep breath, I answer him.

“To be honest, all I have ever wanted to do was be a mom and wife. My mom was great. She worked hard to make sure I never felt like a burden to her. She brushed my hair every night, sang me to sleep, rubbed my back if I had a bad day. We danced and sang together while cooking in the kitchen. She told me how much she loved me every day and wouldn’t change a thing. But occasionally, I saw the loneliness in her face. I vowed that I would have the complete family. I want the husband that adores me and our children. That can’t keep his hands off of me. The one that puts us above all others and is ok with the fact that all I want to do is stay home and take care of our children. That’s what I really want,” I say looking him in the face. For what seems like minutes he doesn’t say anything as he stares at me, his eyes boring into my soul, making the inside of me itch. I am seconds from getting off his lap, sure I have turned him off when his voice soaks into me.

“Are you done eating, my Angel?” I nod my head, my mouth refusing to move. “Good. What do you say we continue working on those kids we both want?” Oh my.

“Yes, Nick. Put your baby inside of me,” I keen, no longer worried about how I sound.

“As you wish, my love.” He picks me up and stops. Kissing me sweetly he says simply, “and I do love you, Snow. I know it hasn’t been long, but I have never felt this anyone. The moment I saw you I knew you were meant for me. I am going to spend the rest of my life proving it to you. Beginning now.”

“Nick, I love you so much!” I say tears streaming down my face. I don’t care how crazy it is. I want this feeling for the rest of my life.NickSix Weeks Later“Nick. Hurry. Oh shit. Oh shit. We have to be at the party in twenty minutes,” My wife says to me as her pussy leaks all down my face. My tongue making sure not to miss a drop.

“You know I have to have my daily serving of your creamy pussy. So fucking sweet,” I say before my mouth latches onto the lips of her pussy and continue to suck and lick as my tongue goes numb from my incessant need to be face-first inside her kitty. Her hand slides into my hair and she pushes my head further into her tunnel, quivering as she reaches her peak faster than normal.

“NICK!!!!” she screams as her back arches off the counter, her dress riding up her hips. I continue to lick and eat until she stops shivering and pushes my face away from my favorite treat. “Enough.” She says giggling. I kiss her hips as I pull her dress down making my way up to her lips. I stop at her stomach and kiss it, making sure my seed that is inside of her, knows daddy loves them more than anything. Except for mom. Kissing her lips, I tell her the one thing I tell her over and over all day.

“I love you, Angel. Thank you for letting me.” She rubs her face against my hands.