Stefano's Peach

“Well mama is cleaning now and everyone is pretty much getting ready to go. Thank you for being so patient and enduring this even though I know how hard it was for you.” I tell him kissing his stubble and rubbing my cheek against it. I love the day after he is supposed to shave. The prickliness of it and how it leaves my thighs raw and marked is so fucking hot.

“I would do anything for you, sweet girl. I knew how much this meant to you. I would never deny you something that makes you happy baby girl.”

“I know.” It’s true. His love for me is endless and without shade. It shines brighter than any diamond and is hotter than any sun. It’s real, unwavering and it’s mine. All mine.EpilogueStefanoSix Years Later“Bye, mama. Bye, papa.” Our kids wave to me as they get into their grandparent's van and drive away. Although every instinct I have is propelling me to go and grab them from the car, bring them back into this house and lock them away, I also know that my wife and I need this time alone. Especially now. See, the protectiveness and overwhelming possessiveness I have for my wife has extended to our children. Kalera often jokes that if I am not careful, people are going to think we are running a cult. Like I give a shit what people think. Hell, as far as I am concerned, we are running a cult and though I am the man of the house, she is most definitely the one that reigns supreme. I look around our home and take in how much she has made it warm and inviting. Everything in it says a family lives here and I couldn't be happier. We have four kids. Our first was a girl named Valera. Then came our twin boys, Tyler and Kyle, and our youngest girl Saylor.

I don’t know how she does it. She is head of the PTA, organizes all the charity events for the county, makes sure she never misses an event for my company, makes it to all the kid's stuff, and manages to still look delicious and fuckable. With every pregnancy, she has gotten more and more beautiful and gorgeous. The happiness with bringing a new life into the world shows within her. Just like now. Even laying on the bed sleeping, her seven-month pregnant belly sticking out, she still looks like an angel.

Quietly, I walk into the room, shedding my clothes as I go. Standing over her, I get hard, every inch of her sexy as fuck. “You going to come and service your horny pregnant wife, or are you going to just stand there?” See, that right there. Her smart-ass mouth gets her throat fucked often.

“Lay on your back smartass, so I can kiss my son.” She rolls over and smiles as she rubs her tummy, her blonde hair splayed out against the cream mattress like spun gold. Leaning over, I kiss every inch of her tummy, telling my son how much I love him and can’t wait to meet him. I always pay reverence to the life inside of her before her nectar becomes my cognac. Moving up, I catch the drop of milk leaking out, moaning at the sweetness. I love that I don’t have to wait for her to disrobe. She sleeps in our bed naked, no clothes allowed unless the kids are going to be home. Sucking some more, I have to grab my meat as he sniffs, looking for his mama so he can take his pussy and destroy it once again. “God I love your sweet cream baby,” I tell her kissing her plump lips, wanting her to taste it.

“You better. You squeezed enough out to flavor your coffee for a week.” See, I am a man of my word.

“Get on your knees smart ass.” Sultry seduction illuminates her face and I know she is itching for this. Wiggling her ass in my face as her pussy winks at me, I smile and wink back before slamming inside of her.

“Stef,” she yells, as she always does with the first intrusion. Fuck. Six years and four kids later and she is still not broken in. Smack.

“You don’t get to call me that, little girl.” Smack. With each slap of my hand on her ass, her moans become louder and she moves faster on and off my cock. “This is what you were after wasn’t it? Your greedy pussy wanted me to beat her up while I spanked your sweet ass red. Huh, little girl?” my hands gripping her hair and pulling her hair back so my tongue could command hers to come out and play.

“Yes, Daddy. Yes,” she mewls, her greedy pussy leaking all over me. Smack. My red handprint is playing me too.