And if someone told me five years ago that I’d be a family man, it would have been a fucking riot. I’d have laughed them out of the room.
Me with a wife and kids? Never.
But back then, I didn’t have a clue what was important. I was chasing after money and power like a fool, single-minded and irrational. Meanwhile, a girl incredibly lovely and sweet had come along. Unexpected, sure, and in the most unlikely of circumstances.
I’d almost fucked it up.
Like an idiot, I’d almost lost it all.
But my priorities are straight now.
I wasn’t CEO of Lincoln Conglomerate, but there was something better. Or someones better. Maggie, Ryan, and Eva. Plus, I’ve started a new corporation called EvanCo, and this business is spitting out cash like a fucking machine, the greenbacks minting themselves.
So yeah, Henry had his wires crossed. Business is important yes, but not at the cost of destroying the person you love most.
Because I believe in having it all. Yes, my new venture is critical, but so are my wife and children. Maggie said it all the time, and even more, she’s the living embodiment of everything that matters. Love. Honor. Respect. A wonderful mother to two bright, happy children, and a sexy as hell wife to me. Plus, she’s gonna get that degree soon and be a vet in no time. The girl gets straight A’s on her exams, her professors raving like lunatics about her skill and intelligence.
Surprised?
Not me.
Not at all.
Because I landed an incredibly intelligent beauty. A sweet, giving girl who wore her heart on her sleeve. An innocent Cinderella with big brown eyes and soft pouty lips, who wouldn’t hurt a soul in the world. But she’s got a brain up there, and she’s passed it to our kids as well.
I’m the luckiest bastard on earth.
And she’s mine.
All mine.
The good, the bad, the ups and downs, and everything in between.
So yeah, the brunette’s perfect for me in more ways than one. We talk, laugh and fight, sometimes all in the same day. And we always make up with a roll in the hay. Actually, a roll in the gutter would be more accurate, both of us dirty as fuck 24/7.
So when I opened my eyes after that mindblowing session, it didn’t surprise me to see the female doing the nasty again. Yeah, Maggie had the zucchini in her mouth, pink tongue trailing over the wet vegetable. Shit, she was tasting her own juices.
And never dropping my gaze, the girl reached down between her legs, moaning slightly. Hot globs of cum dripped from her asshole and she trailed her fingers through the cream before pushing some into her pussy. Aw fuck fuck fuck. This was so fucking dirty. Transferring cum from her ass into that sweet snatch?
Aw yeah.
Only my little slut does this.
Maggie’s eyes flickered open then, a small moan escaping those lips.
“If I wasn’t pregnant already, this would knock me up again,” she whispered coyly. “Your cum is so strong and potent.” Those sweet fingers sank into her snatch once more, spreading the hot liquid around where it belonged.
I stared, mesmerized.
What?
Holy shit! For real?
“Sweetheart, are you gonna have another baby? Is number three on the way?” I rasped, eyeing that beautiful, sensuous body laid out like a feast.
Maggie cooed, stroking her wet folds before trailing those fingers up to her soft, poochy belly.
“Yes Evan. You know we always do it unprotected, non-stop around the clock. More semen, more juicy virility, and all into my fertile snatch. This is our life to live, and I want to live it to its fullest.”
Aw shit. Maggie was right, as always. We’re growing our family, and bareback and raw is the only way to go. After all, why not? We have the moolah, we have the house and cars, and most of all we have the love. After everything that’s happened, there’s more than enough passion to support ten children, and I told her so.
“Absolutely, sweetheart,” was my deep growl as I moved between her legs once more. “If we already have number three, then might as well work on number four right now.”
And with that, it was all over, the girl writhing and crying out, delight in her features. Because Cinderella was safe with her Prince Charming. The girl from the pet store had become the billionaire’s wife, and my ring was snug on her finger, her belly burgeoning with our child once more. What could be better? Nothing. After all, our hearts and lives were unprotected now … and this was the best way to be.
THE END