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He laughed his ass off and chucked a pillow at my head. I went to bed, rubbing one out to the memory of those gorgeous lips, those adorable freckles, and that thick ass. I jerked off in the shower the next morning to the memory of that sexy wink, those beautiful eyes, and those juicy tits. I was fuckin’ floating on air as I met up with her at her locker the next morning, floating even higher when she warily agreed to let me walk her to class.
I stopped floating when we got to the door of her classroom, metaphorically falling on my ass when I looked up to see the sign proclaiming it as “Freshman English”.
“Uh, how old are you, Abby?” I asked, a feeling of dread settling in the pit of my stomach.
“Fourteen.”
Well, fuck. This was gonna suck, baby girl. This was gonna suck so fucking bad.
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And it had. It had been fucking hell, until four years later when I’d finally been able to claim Abby on the morning of her eighteenth birthday.
Chapter 1
Rome/Caleb
I slowly woke to the feel of a sweetly rounded ass cradling my morning wood, and the feel of a soft tit cupped in my hand. As large as my hands were, they still couldn’t contain the lush mounds that made my mouth water and my dick hard every time I caught a glimpse of them. I smiled in satisfaction as I slid my hand lower, skimming over her ribcage to rest on the swell of her abdomen.
“Good morning, Everly Rose” I whispered, feeling a nudge under my hand that made my heart melt. There were few things in life I loved more than feeling my babies kick, although I hated that it could be uncomfortable for Abby sometimes. Everly was even more of a kicker than Ethan had been, which was saying a lot, and her favorite place seemed to be wedged up under Abby’s ribs. I winced just thinking about it. It sounded fucking painful, but my Abs was a rockstar and just took it in stride.
“I don’t rate a “good morning” now?” my wife demanded sleepily, and I smiled at how adorably grumpy she sounded. I kept that thought to myself though, as I valued my balls, thank you very fucking much. Abby was not much of a morning person, particularly when she was thirty-six weeks pregnant and miserable more often than not these days. This pregnancy had been a lot rougher on her than the first time around with our son.
“Of course you do, baby girl. I’m planning to give you averygood morning if you feel up to it,” I soothed, keeping my voice low so that I didn’t wake up Ethan, our five-year-old professional cockblocker.I loved that kid to death, but I’ll be damned if he didn’t have a shitty sense of timing. He’d interrupted us so many times that I swore he thought cockblocking was his actual job. We’d become experts in the art of quickies, whenever and wherever we could find a few minutes.
Yesterday morning it was in the laundry room – her idea, not mine – with me leaning back against the washer while Abby stood in front of me, bent partway over and bracing herself on the wall in front of her. Her baby bump made things a little challenging, but it was a challenge I was always up for, in more ways than one. The pantry was another favorite, although the last time we’d been in there, I’d knocked a box of cereal off the shelf at the very moment that I’d come down Abby’s throat, and we had ended up with fucking Fruity Pebbles scattered everywhere. She’d even had a few stuck in her hair. I’d had to bite my lip to keep from laughing, but she was not especially amused, especially when a sleepy E-man - who hated mornings as much as his mother – threw a fit a little while later about not having any cereal for breakfast that day.
I’d made a special trip to the grocery store on my way home from work that evening to pick up another box, just to get back in her good graces. The simple bouquet of flowers I’d grabbed from their floral department, and her favorite bar of chocolate, hadn’t hurt either.
That was one of the many things I loved about my wife – even the simplest of gestures would make her deep green eyes light up like I’d just given her diamonds or some kind of fancy shit. Even after all this time, I loved the sweet smile that would tip up the corners of her full lips, and the faint blush that would sweep over her cheekbones, highlighting the smattering of freckles scattered there. I had spent hours of my life just pressing soft kisses to each and every freckle, which always made Abby laugh and ended up with me hard enough to pound nails.
I thrust my hard cock along the crease of her ass and slid my hand back up to cup her tit again as I nuzzled my face into the swath of chestnut brown hair that fell in waves over the curve of her neck. I could smell the faint traces of the cherry blossom shampoo and body wash that Abby has used for years. I loved that shit and made sure she never ran out of it, or the matching lotion and bubble bath.
I’m positive that smell is permanently imbedded in the walls of our bathroom, and that was just fine with me. I even used that shit to jerk off in the shower sometimes, although I’d take that secret to my grave. My brothers in the 5thCircle Guardians MC would never let me hear the end of it if they caught wind of that shit, the assholes.
Abby gasped softly as I slipped my hand under the hem of her nightshirt, skimming it up over the soft skin of her body to lightly pinch her nipple, shifting her body toward me to give me better access to her gorgeous curves.
“Mmmm, that feels nice,” she murmured as she lazily arched her back in a silent plea for more. I obliged happily, cupping her tit and kneading gently before rolling her nipple between my finger and thumb, gently pinching and tugging on her nipple again. I tried to take it easy on her, because I knew her tits were incredibly tender lately. She gasped, and my cock surged against her ass like the fucker had a mind of its own. I groaned as the precum that dripped from the tip lubed the way for my hard-on to glide smoothly between her gloriously rounded cheeks. She moaned as the tip rubbed over her tiny, puckered back hole, and a surge of desperate need swept through me. Once again, I sent up a silent thank-you to the god of horny husbands that my wife rarely wore panties to bed. We both loved the easy access, which is one reason I always slept naked. Abby used to sleep completely bare, too, but had started wearing nightshirts and over-sized T-shirts when Ethan was born.
“I need you, baby girl.” My lips brushed her ear as I whispered urgently, giving her nipple one more tweak and tug before rolling her onto her back. I curved my body around hers, sliding one leg over her thighs to hold her in place as I shoved the nightshirt up under her armpits and dropped my head to feast on her tits. Her nipples were large, their normal color of ripe, red raspberries darkening somewhat this late in her pregnancy. She loved having them played with almost as much as I loved playing with them. She was so fucking sensitive there that many times over the years, I’d made her come just from nipple play.
Abby grasped my head, holding me tight against her chest as I alternated between sucking on one nipple while I played with the other, flicking it lightly with the tip of my finger, squeezing, and tugging on it until it was a tight, hard little nub. Abby’s quiet moans and quick intake of breath when something felt particularly good spurred me on, and I rubbed my cock against her hip as I thrust against her.
“Oh fuck, Abs, I need to be inside you. I need to feel that sweet pussy of yours milking my rock-hard cock.” I muttered against her skin as I kissed my way down her body. Before I got to my favorite place in the world, Abby pushed me away so she could roll over, getting up on her hands and knees and arching her back so her gorgeous ass was tilted up just right for me. I gave it a little love tap, watching as that soft flesh jiggled in response.
“Hurry, Caleb. I need you, too.” Her voice was ragged with want, and I felt a surge of pleasure and pride knowing that she was still as hot for me as I was for her.
I quickly maneuvered around so that I was kneeling behind her, and I lined up my rock-hard dick against her pussy, swiping it through her glistening folds and groaning at the feel of her softness against the ultra-sensitive head.
“You’re fuckin’ soaked for me, baby girl. All that creamy goodness, it’s all for me, isn’t it? You’re mine, Abby. Every fuckin’ inch of your body was made just for me,” I kept up a steady stream of dirty talk, barely even aware of what I was saying as the sharp zings of pleasure made their way through my system as I pressed forward and slipped inside her snug canal. “Oh fuck, so hot, and so tight, even after all this time. You take me so well, baby girl. It’s all yours. Every damned inch I’ve got. All yours.” I grasped her hip in one hand, and placed the other on the small of her back as I began to fuck her in earnest, snapping my hips forward as we both gasped, then withdrawing to the tip and plunging back in, pressing against her and circling my pelvis on each pass. My balls slapped against her, and my hand reflexively squeezed her hip. I looked down to where our bodies were connected before groaning louder than I should have, considering Ethan was only two doors down the hall.
“Fuck, Abs, you should see how fucking good this looks. I wish I could reach my phone; I’d take a video so you can see it, too. Your thick, beautiful ass bouncing every time I pound into you, your pussy lips spread wide and wrapped around the base of my dick, and every time I pull out, I can see your sweet juices coating me.” I flexed my hand on her hip, spreading the cheeks of her ass so that her tiny pink, puckered hole winked at me. I spit, letting it dribble down her crack before rubbing my thumb over her back entrance and pressing gently until I felt the tight ring of muscles start to give way. She gasped and moaned in pure pleasure as I slid the tip of my thumb inside her ass. Her pussy pulsed around my cock, and I could feel the telltale tingling at the base of my spine as my balls started to draw up.
“I wish we had more time this morning. It’s been way too long since I’ve fucked your sweet ass.” My words made her whimper and thrust back against me even harder, making my thumb sink further inside her ass. “That’s it, baby girl. Fuck yourself on my cock. You love it when I pound your tight pussy, don’t you?” She whimpered again, trying to be quiet, and looked over her shoulder at me, giving me a look that showed me just exactly how much she loved it.
I grinned and slid my other hand from the small of her back around to her front, then across the swollen belly I was obsessed with, before slipping my fingers between her legs. I rubbed over the top of her clit and grinned even more as Abby’s body bucked beneath mine. She buried her face in her pillow to muffle her moans as I circled and rubbed that sensitive little nub, which was hard and peeping out from its hood. My thrusts grew frantic as I felt my body drawing tight, and I gave her clit the little pinch that I knew would send her over the edge, slamming my cock in as deep as it would go at the same time as I plunged my thumb all the way to the last knuckle.
“Now, baby girl, I need you to come all over my cock right nooooow,” my words trailed off in a long, loud groan as she gasped and gave a breathy moan and her pussy clamped down on me, milking every last bit of cum from my balls, while her ass clenched tight around my thumb.
