We have three kids. A successful business. A beautiful house, with a garden big enough to play in and a Labrador and two sultry kittens. And somehow Duke always manages to find time to make me feel special.
“It’ll be there this afternoon,” Jeff says. “I promise. You know how much your business means to me. This is totally my fault, and it won’t happen again.”
“That’s fine,” I tell him, no longer interested in the conversation. If my coffee shop doesn’t have coffee, so what? I can’t think about that now. Not with Duke behind me, sucking on my earlobe. The promise of his stiff cock just inches from my yearning entrance. “Bye, Jeff.”
I hang up the phone and turn around.
“You’re so naughty,” I tell him.
“Naughty and in love.” He kisses me softly on the lips, lifts me off the ground, and puts me down on my desk. With one fell swoop, he clears the table of its clutter. Inwardly, I groan - it’ll be me that has to pick that up later - but right now, I try not to think about it. Let myself be carried away in the moment. It’s not easy finding time to be together. Not when you have three children under five years old.
Three children.
Hold on.
“Aren’t you meant to be looking after the kids?”
“Don’t worry,” he says, undoing my blouse and kissing my cleavage. “It’s all taken care of.”
“You mean Sandra’s looking after them while you sneak in here and rip my clothes off?”
“That’s what we pay her for,” he says.
“No,” I laugh. “That’s not what we pay her for! She’s meant to be serving customers. Not being a babysitter.”
“It’ll just be five minutes.” His hand strokes my inner thigh. Pushing further and further towards the point of no return. Beneath my skirt. Pressing against the outside of my panties.
“Five minutes,” I scoff. “When has it ever been just five minutes.”
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he groans, undoing his zipper.
“Stop changing the subject.”
“Every time I look at you, I’m hard as a rock. I want to rip your clothes off and lick every inch of your body.”
“Go on.”
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I love you more than words can describe. That’s why I have to show you. Every single fucking day. With my actions. With my cock. You’re my woman. You deserve the best. And that means being pleasured by my hot, hard length as many times as is humanly possible. For the rest of our lives.”
I close my eyes and lean my head back. He pushes my panties aside and his fingers plunge deep inside me. My breath becomes ragged. Duke knows exactly how I like it. Whether it’s because of his expert knowledge of the human anatomy, or simply because he’s an amazing lover, I don’t know. Heck, I don’t care. But he can pluck me like a violin string. Play me like a cello. Beat rhythms on my skin like a bongo player.
“I have something to tell you.” I hold his face and look him in the eyes. He continues to saw his fingers into me. I rest my forehead against his hairline. Beads of sweat run down my cheek. I can hear some of my employees walking by outside my office. The sound of the espresso machine heating water. Customers sitting around in the super comfy leather sofas I bought, having coffee with friends. Discussing business deals. Laughing. Living. Having fun. It’s the soundtrack to my life, and I love it. But not as much as I love Duke. Not as much as I love my children. Not as much as I love waking up every morning to this amazing, well-hung man. Knowing that every day will be better than the last. Because as we get older, our love grows deeper.
“You wanted to tell me something?” he asks, a coy smile on his face. He knows he’s taking my breath away. That my mind is a jumble as he continues to work his magic between my legs.
I grip his shaft and pull him to me. Steering it towards my pussy.
“I’m pregnant,” I say.
“Pregnant?” His hand stops moving. His whole body freezes. Then a huge smile erupts on his face. He buries his fingers deeper and deeper inside me. His thumb rubs over my clit. “This is amazing! How long have you known?”
“A couple of days,” I admit. “I wanted to make sure. But it’s official. We’re having another baby.”
“Oh, boy.” He drops his pants and pushes my skirt up over my hips. “This is going to take a lot longer than five minutes. I thought you’re breasts were looking extra juicy today.”
I grab the hair on the back of his head and kiss him. Our tongues collide. He tastes like mint. Fresh and cool. The tip of his cock rubs against my entrance. Teasing me. Prodding my opening with its precum-covered head. His hand covers my tummy. "That's one lucky baby growing inside you," he says. "He doesn't know it yet, but he's gonna have the best mom ever."
"And dad," I say.
He pushes forward with his hips. I let out a gasp as his thick cock slides inside me. "Yeah," he says, biting my lip. "I'm pretty awesome, too."
"And modest."
"Who needs modest, when I have a wife like you."
"Good point!" My fingernails dig into his shoulders. I'm already just moments away from cumming. My breasts bounce up and down in time with each thrust of Duke's hips. "Yes!" I scream, not caring if my staff or my customers can hear me having the best sex of my life. "Fuck, Yes! Right there, big boy! Fuck me good!"
