Not-So Temporarily Married(24)

“I can’t fucking wait to see these filled with milk,” I murmured, not just turned on, but a little in awe of the fact that in a short time, she’d be feeding our baby with these ripe tits. Though, I wasn’t all that keen on the fact that I was going to have to share them.

“Landon! Stop teasing me,” Zoe whined, even as a shudder raced down her body. Damn, I loved it when she got all riled up. My cock was nestled in the juncture of her thighs and every time I moved, it slid easily through her wetness. I wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer, not when I was already leaking come like a damn faucet.

“You want me to suck on those pretty nipples, baby?”

I pinched them and she cried out, then her hips bucked as I took one into my mouth. She was rubbing her pussy up against me, trying to find relief and I let the bud go with a pop. “I make you come, Zoe,” I growled. “Be a good girl and stop trying to get off.”

She whimpered and I resumed lavishing both tits with my kisses, licks, and sucks. Her hips went at it again and I let her go, moving up to my knees. “No! Landon,” she cried. “I was almost there!”

“What did I tell you, baby?” I grabbed her hips and flipped her over so she was on her elbows and knees, ass in the air. “Only I’m allowed to make you come.” I slapped her pretty white cheek and she gasped. “Your orgasms belong to me.” My hand came down on the opposite one. Her head whipped around to stare at me, wide-eyed, but there wasn’t fear or pain in them. Only heat. Dipping one finger into her pussy, it was immediately soaked and I smirked. “Does getting spanked make you hot, Blondie?”

“Um...” Her cheeks flushed even more, her response turning into a deep groan as I scissored two fingers in and out of her.

“So fucking tight,” I rasped. “I swear you’ve gotten even tighter since getting pregnant.” I pulled my fingers out, bent forward and licked the shell of her ear before whispering, “I love you.” Then I reared back and drove my cock in as deep as it would go.

“Yes! Landon, yes!” Zoe screamed as an orgasm ripped through her.

“Fuck! Yes!” I shouted. “Milk my cock, baby. Fuck! Yes! Oh, fuck!” Her walls clenched down on me so hard that I barely got two thrusts in before I was burying myself deep and exploding inside her.

It was like a never ending stream of come, I couldn’t seem to fill her enough. My dick was still hard as a fucking rock, so I began to pump in and out again. Before long, we were both hoarse from our shouts of ecstasy as another orgasm over took us.

Finally, semi-limp and panting, I collapsed beside her and positioned her so she was sprawled across me. I pushed away some errant curls that were sticking to her sweaty forehead and pressed a kiss there.

“Good morning,” she half giggled, half croaked. I laughed and kissed her again. I caressed her tiny, but growing baby bump and sighed in complete happiness.

It was Friday, but we were having a lazy morning because instead of going into work, we had a doctor’s appointment. Zoe was officially far enough along for us to find out the sex of the baby. I was antsy as shit and couldn’t fucking wait until two o’clock.

The sound of my phone vibrating broke the silence, and I grumpily reached over to grab it and see who was interrupting my time with my wife.

Weston Davis.

I sat up and hit the green circle and brought the phone to my ear. “Any news?” I asked, scooting back, so I was leaning against the headboard.

“Hello to you too,” he drawled.

“Well?” My impatience to get to the bottom of all of this was wearing thin. Shortly after we spoke with Weston the last time, he’d been able to make a thin connection from Senator Penderson’s golf buddy to a guy in Homeland, who was dating a woman that worked in our local USCIS office. We’d speculated on the next step, and Weston had the brilliant idea to try and dig up dirt on the Senator. Meanwhile, I went to several disgruntled Penderson Builders clients and convinced them to let me dig into the books, as well as inspect the sites.

So far, Steve had skirted the line of legality, using everything he could at the minimum standard without violating building and contract law. So, I was forced to wait on Weston’s findings.

In the past, we’d viewed Steve as an annoyance, but played fair, accepting lost contracts and moving on to new ones. But, after we discovered the connection to the tip, the gloves had come off. If I couldn’t prove him unethical and get him kicked out of the business, I was going to take it all away from him another way. We hired an interior designer to work under Zoe, two new architects, and beefed up our construction crews. Then we went after his clients. So far, we’d secured seven new projects that he’d been bidding on and were hired for three of his previous projects to come in and clean up his shoddy work.