Buy Me 3 (Mistress Auctions 3)

I can’t help the laugh that bubbles up my throat as I tell Jen to approve the transaction. “Yes, go ahead. And can you send some movers here tonight to take some of our essentials to the new place?”

“Will do,” she says and hangs us.

I put my phone down on the table near me and walk back to the bedroom to find Georgia in the bathroom sorting her make-up.

“I’m gonna need a mess of bubble wrap before I go any further,” she says, not looking at me. She’s focused on what she’s doing, clearly oblivious to the hell I just went through thinking she was leaving me.

I walk over to her, pick her up, and throw her over my shoulder. Her squeal of excitement is followed by her smacking my ass in indignation.

“Put me down!”

“As you wish.” I toss her onto the bed and climb over her as she giggles and tries to get away.

I grab her wrists and hold them above her head while I move between her legs, pinning her body to the mattress. My hard cock presses against her panties as her dress gathers around her waist.

“You knew exactly what you were doing when you sent me that text.”

She raises an eyebrow and shrugs her shoulder, pretending not to know what I mean.

“I should’ve told you. I just couldn’t risk you leaving me.”

“You think I’d leave you again? I love you, Antonio. I’m not going anywhere.” Her hand wiggles free from my grip, and she places it on my cheek. “I love you. I’m happy that I’m married to you.”

I know that I’ve felt it from her, and I certainly know that I love her, but hearing her say the words is everything I hoped.

“I love you, too, Georgia. But you know that already, don’t you?” I give her a wicked smile that’s matched by her own.

“What’s not to love?”

This woman is going to challenge me every step of the way. And I can’t wait. Leaning down, I kiss her lips, holding her tightly to me. I grind my hard cock against her soft body, needing relief inside of her.

I reach between us, undoing my slacks and taking out my cock. Then I pull her panties to the side and slip into her wetness. My cock finds its home and thrusts inside her tight welcoming channel.

“That’s it, Antonio, right there,” she moans, throwing her head back and gripping the bed.

I thrust harder, giving her every inch of me. I pull down the top of her dress, exposing one of her breasts. Immediately, I latch on to her nipple, sucking on it as I move in and out of her.

I angle my hips so that I’m rubbing her clit with every thrust. Her pussy grips me tighter, and I’m so close to the edge. I need her with me with I cum. My deep thrusts hit her sweet spot, and in only a few perfect strokes, she’s pulsing around me and shouting in pleasure.

Holding myself inside her as I cum, I empty every drop into her waiting warmth. She grips me so tightly it’s almost painful, and we both reach the peak of our passion and cum as one.

Once we’ve caught our breath, I give her gentle kisses across her chest and neck. I work my way up to her cheeks and then to her lips, tenderly loving her body after our quick coupling.

“You owe me a wedding,” Georgia says with her eyes closed and giant smile on her face.

“Oh, I do?”

“Oh, yeah, Daddy Warbucks. A big one.”

I laugh at her joke and bury my face between her big tits. “Anything you want, Sweet Cream. Anything.”

“You’re going to make one hell of a husband, Antonio.”

Epilogue

Don

Eight months later…

“It’s like trying to get ten pounds of sugar in a five-pound bag,” Georgia huffs as the zipper to her dress gets stuck.

I walk over and push her hands away, helping her fix her dress. When she’s all zipped up, I kiss her exposed shoulder and let my tongue linger there. “Every inch of you is gorgeous,” I say, running my hands up and down her body. “You look absolutely stunning.”

“If you keep that up, I’m not going to make it to dinner, and you know how much I love steak.”

She turns around in my arms, going up on her tiptoes to kiss me on the lips. Her pregnant belly bumps between us, and it makes me smile.

“Don’t laugh at my belly. My baby girl is hungry.” She smiles and bites my lip.

She couldn’t stand waiting to know what we were having until delivery, so like always, I gave in to her, and we found out. We’re having a bouncing baby girl next month, and I can’t wait. I’m filled with equal parts excitement that she’ll be just like my Georgia, and dread that she’ll be just like my Georgia.

She turns around, strutting away from me, and I rub my injured lip.

“You keep shaking your ass like that and I’ll have to fuck you before I feed you.”

She stops in her tracks and looks over her shoulder at me, raising an eyebrow. It’s like she’s daring me to do it.

If I know anything about my girl, it’s that she loves a challenge. Especially when she’s on the receiving end of it.

My eyes roam down her lush body, relishing all her curves in her tight strapless dress. Since the day we first made love, I’ve been unable to keep my hands off her. I think it’s gotten worse since she started growing with my baby. Seeing her round with our child and knowing she’s my wife makes me hard just thinking about it.

We’ve been in this house since the day she called and bought it over the phone, sight unseen. I’ve made love to her on every available space, and now I’m working my way back through them. We’re supposed to meet our friends Ethan and Tiffany for dinner in twenty minutes, but I have a feeling I’m about to make us late.

I move before she can react, pulling her into my arms and carrying her over to the dresser in our bedroom. I sit her on the edge and spread her legs wide, moving between them. I reach down between us and undo my slacks, giving her a cocky grin.