Built Strong (Middleton Hotels 3)

Julian

As always, I leaned against the door and watched her as she picked new fabric. We’d been hit by a tornado last month and much of our small town had been destr

oyed. Our house saw very little damage and had been repaired right away. As part of the rebuild, my lovely wife donated her time and services to those who lost their homes. The Middleton Corp. donated millions to restoring them and giving people a part of their lives back. It was the least we could do, but it was headed by the spitfire I married all those years ago.

“How’s it going over there, Morgan?” I asked.

“Julian,” she said, smiling up at me with her cute black glasses on. She’d picked them up on our way in, I’d been itching to fuck her with them on all day. I heard that people found women with glasses sexy, but I only had eyes for my wife and she was a fucking sexy woman. I planned to fuck her as soon as these fabric assholes left. I hated that they were so eager to please her. My jealousy always got out of control when it came to them. They have been eyeing her for over twenty years. Or so that’s what I told myself. She argued that they wanted to please me because they wanted a repeat customer with Middleton pockets. I suppose she did have a point on that one, but I still wasn’t convinced.

I walked over to her, pulled her roughly into my arms and kissed her possessively with my hands cupping her ass. I stepped back and asked, “So are you almost done, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Julian.” I nodded and moved back to my usual perch at the door. The younger one was still eyeing her. I was about to choke the fucker when she stood straight and ended the meeting.

Morgan walked up to me with a grin that told me she was more than pleased to see me. “Kiss me, woman,” I growled, jealousy seeping through my words. She lifted her lips to mine, giving me what I asked for.

“I missed you today. Can we go home?” she asked, looking at me nervously.

“Yes, sweetheart. Are you tired?”

“Not at all. I want you,” she replied, running her hand in between us, making her intent known. I closed my eyes and absorbed the feel of her hand on the bulge.

“We’re not waiting until we get home.” I locked her studio door, then pinned her against it. She was wearing a tight black sweater dress that matched her glasses to a tee. Even down to the thin white belt that matched the white on the inside of the frame. I wanted her pussy on my tongue and chanting my name before I fucked her hard. After all this time, I hadn’t lost the need to possess her. My cock demanded I remind her who she belonged to.

“What are you doing, Julian?” she asked as I dropped to my knees.

“Baby, you’re too young to be senile,” I said with a chuckle, slipping her panties down her legs. “Fuck, Morgan, your legs still get my dick pulsing out of control.” I stroked my hands up and down her silky stems. My mouth pressed against her inner thighs, kissing her flesh. “Mine, Morgan. Who do you belong to?” I asked, demanding she tell me. My finger slipped into her wetness, making her moan. “Tell me, Morgan. You know I hate it when you don’t say it,” I muttered against her clit. She was always a mess when I played with her pussy. Her mouth opened, but she couldn’t speak. She moaned as I pushed two fingers into her.

“Yours. I’m yours, Julian,” she sobbingly called out. Her hands pressed onto my shoulders, grinding her pussy on my face. “Oh my God, I’m coming.”

“Yes, I am your God,” I laughed on her mound. Her pussy dripped all over my tongue. I ate up her juice, then rose, unleashed my cock, and lifted her thighs on my forearm and thrust into her cunt. We both groaned as our bodies connected. I looked at her beautiful face, and those glasses were fucking sexier than I expected while I was balls deep in her. “I’m not going to be able to hang on. Baby, can you come for me again?” I asked, holding her ass in my hands, fucking her hard.

“Yes. I’m so close.”

“Morgan, you’re so fucking perfect. I want you to cream on me. I want it all.” It set her off and her tight pussy clenched around my cock, taking all the cum out of me. “Fuck, Morgan. I bet we made another baby.”

“Yes, we did…about a month ago,” she confessed, looking at me with her lip between her teeth.

“Woman, when were you planning on telling me?” I complained, placing my hand on her belly. It was still completely flat, but my sixth baby was in there. We already had five boys. My oldest son, Junior, was turning twenty tomorrow. With the tornado, he didn’t want us to do anything special for him. He wanted a party for our entire town instead. “The people need something to smile about,” he said. Everything was planned and ready to go. They were all going to be surprised when they learned that we were adding another baby to the family. Our youngest son, Eric, was six. We had babies every other year, just like my parents.

She shook her head, adjusting her clothes. “I just told you. I only found out this morning.”

“Did you go to the doctor?” I asked. My nerves were on edge all of a sudden. She’d been extra tired lately, so I thought maybe she was working too much. Now I knew she was. Our eighteen-year-old, Dylan, was going to have to help his mom at the office. He was the one that loved the design side of the business. William and Jackson were the middle two and were into sports. They were both studs in baseball, just like two of their cousins. Their teams had taken state championship trophies. We loved our boys, but I hated that I never gave her a daughter. She wanted a pretty princess to dress up in the fabrics that she played with all the time.

“Yes, she was able to squeeze me in and everything looks good.”

“I love you, Morgan. How are you feeling?” I said, kissing her mouth like a man blessed. I peppered kisses down her neck until I got to my favorite spot, lingering there a bit longer before stepping back.

“Happy and sleepy. Someone wore me out. Take me home, daddy,” she said.

“Get your bag.” She walked over and packed up her things into her leather messenger bag. She strutted toward me in fuck me heels and those glasses. “You are going to get fucked as soon as you take a nap.”

“Yay,” she squeaked.

“Oh, yes. My favorite side effect of your pregnancy. Those raging hormones are telling me I need a vacation. What do you think?”

“Yes, we need a nice one where we can go riding.”

“You can’t be on a horse,” I reminded her. That wasn’t a risk I was willing to take.