Ten years later …
Things have changed, and yet some things are still the same. The fire that burns between my husband and me is a raging inferno, and we have the proof to show it.
Because Mason’s a literal baby machine. Together, we have nine children. Can you believe it? It’s two more than the Von Trapp family in The Sound of Music. But ever since Mason and I broke through the last barrier together, he’s filled me with his seed non-stop, and we have the proof of our love in the form of nine squirming babies.
“Go to sleep,” I call to Harriet, who’s peeking through the rails of the staircase. “All your siblings are asleep already.”
My five year-old giggles and shakes her head.
“No Mommy,” she refuses. “Not tired.”
“Harriet,” I say with a mock frown. “You had a long day at kindergarten today. It’s eleven p.m., and you need to be well-rested for school again tomorrow. Go to bed.”
But Harriet’s not having any of it.
“No Mommy,” she repeats again. “Not tired.”
This is when Mason swoops in. My husband is a billionaire CEO, and yet he’s also an amazing dad. Most guys can’t handle both. It’s either work or family life, not both. But somehow, this charismatic alpha manages to juggle two loads, and he sweeps to the rescue now.
“Harriet,” he growls, chasing our daughter up the stairs as she shrieks with glee. “Go to bed.”
With one fell swoop, he scoops up the tiny five year-old in his arms, her peals of laughter drifting down the hall as they disappear into the room she shares with her sister.
I sigh, content as I listen to Mason and Harriet’s laughs and muted conversation. Because this is the life. Needless to say, I don’t work at the company anymore. I couldn’t frankly, since I’ve pretty much been pregnant non-stop for the last ten years.
But it’s okay because my new life is amazing. We’re ensconced in a huge home in Westchester, and Mason commutes to work in the mornings, only to return at 5 p.m. each day. Even better, he’s the boss, so sometimes he’s able to stay home and work remotely.
I stretch my arms over my head, yawning lazily. Life is so good. How did I ever get this lucky? How did I rise from being a lowly librarian alone in the basement to the wife of the CEO with a passel of children?
But in no time, Mason’s back, a giant shadow looming over my seated form.
“Harriet’s in bed,” he reports. “So are Trinity, Michael, Peter, Wallace, Wendy, Winston, Timmy, and Tom.”
“Are they asleep?” I ask with a wry smile. “You know Michael likes to play video games on his handheld under the covers sometimes.”
Mason grins at me.
“Asleep,” he says firmly. “I made sure. Because it’s time for us now.”
And with that, he scoops me into his arms in one fell swoop, my curvy form lush as I’m pressed against his chest.
“Mason!” I gasp while laughing. “Careful!”
He lowers his head to kiss the tip of my nose as we stride to the staircase. “I’m always careful,” he murmurs. “You’re my most precious asset, sweetheart.”
And I lean my head back and close my eyes then, giving into the passion. Because it’s always like this with my husband. The emotions are powerful. Intense. And oh so good.
In moments, we’re in the master suite, which fortunately is located far from the kids’ bedrooms.
"Mason, I need you so much." I grab at him, practically ripping the thin T-shirt off his hard and muscular body. My big alpha male trembles from my touch.
"You have me baby,” Mason says. “Whatever you need. If you want it, you have it. It's that simple." He growls his pledge into my mouth and fumbles for his belt.
The sound of the heavy buckle makes my knees weak. I sag against him, pussy absolutely drenched. God, he makes me so hot every damn time. Whimpering with sudden and intense desire, I’m ready to beg him to fuck me.
"Make love to me, Mason." I back up until the backs of my knees hit the bed.
By the time I make it there, we’re both naked and so desperate for each other, we’re panting like wild beasts. Nothing’s ever tame between us, it’s always crazy as all get-out.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous. What did I do before you?" His big body is plastered against my curvy form as he couldn’t get enough of touching me. He kissed me, and I kissed him, passionately, hungrily. He was making me crazy. In a fever, I grabbed his cock and stroked it. The hard thickness dripped all over my fingers. He groaned and bucked in my grip while I squeezed him.
God! I wanted him right now.
"My pussy is so wet for you, Mason. Put your dick in me. Let me feel your giant fuck stick in my twat."
I sat down on the bed and wiggled backwards on the mattress until I was in the center of the bed. Mason quickly followed, big cock dripping and leading the way toward my cunt. I opened my legs wide for him, mutely begging for the penetration. I needed his big giant glans my right now! My pussy squeezed and drooled, so ready.
But he didn't let me rush him.
"Tell me how you want it, sweetheart," Mason hovered over me and his ginormous dong painted my thigh wet. "Rough and hard? Or soft and gentle?"
His hands roamed over me, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples in a hot and slow rhythm that had moaning like a slut. Juices dripped down my thigh. "Tell me, baby," he rasped in that deep voice.
"Just fuck me!" I shrieked.
I was so glad we were far from everybody else in the house or they’d all be getting an earful.
In desperation, I touched my cunt and slid my fingers in to show him what I wanted.
"No, baby.” He knocked my hand away. “That hot cunt is all for me."
"Then take it!" I moaned, desperate and ready to just climb onto his cock and ride it to paradise.
"God, I love it when you need it so bad." With a roar, he shoved his thick hardness ten inches all the way deep into me.
I screamed. "Mason!"
"Yes, baby. Tell me you love it. Tell me you want my dick. Tell me how bad you want it." He pumped into me, deep and slow, winding me up and driving me nuts.
I scraped my sharp fingernails down his back, begging for him to go faster, harder, more.
"Whatever you want, my sweet." His giant dong rammed into me. Again and again, hard enough to slam the bed board against the wall.
My pussy followed every stroke and devoured that fat dick. Electric desire sizzled through my entire body. I wanted him so bad. I needed him!
"Fuck me, Mason! Fuck me good! Show me I'm yours." His meat stick knocked the breath from my lungs with each thrust. My whole body glowed with lust.
His balls slammed against my ass with every thrust, slapping in time to the hot session. I was losing my mind, panting and heaving under him, begging for him to ram me harder. I was close, my cunt squeezed tight and I felt the cum shooting toward me.
But I wanted more.
"Remember--uh uh!--what--what...I asked you for last week?" I screamed from the rough fucking. My pussy squelched around his thick pole. Sweat dripped from Mason's chest down to my chest. My skin burned from it.
His eyes widened when he realized what I was asking for.
"God, baby!" he grunted, fucking me deep. "Are you sure?"
Desperate for it and for him, I nodded and my head wobbled wildly on top of my neck. "Yes, baby! Yes!"
And it happened then.
With his hips moving like a piston, he wrapped his hands around my throat. Oh god. The ultimate sign of trust between us. The thing we'd talked about, that he'd asked me for but I wasn't ready to trust him with. This sign of my surrender to the love we had. My total capitulation to the man in my life. It’d taken ten years, but it was here at last.
"Choke me, Mason! Choke me and fuck me hard!" I managed on a mangled gasp. I wanted it so bad.
"Damn, baby. You make my dick so hard for you. Only for you!" His hands tightened and his cock rammed me harder. The bed shook. I was falling and only his hands around my throat could catch me.
The precipice was coming. I could feel the edge, sense it deep in my gut.
His hands tightened. I choked and gasped for breath. Dark stars danced at the edge of my vision. Orgasm raced toward me faster, grew bigger, morphing from a bullet to a train and then a blazing meteor.
My world exploded.
Mason shouted out as he came. His jizz exploded inside me. Spurt after spurt splashed into my hot and steaming cunt.
"Fuck, baby! You're goddamn incredible. Fucking incredible..." He jerked in top of me, still coming and shouting loud enough to echo in the room.
Finally, I was able to breathe when his hands slid away from my sweat damp throat.
"I love you, Mason,” was my harsh pant. Small tremors traced through my body. I could even feel the sizzle from our sex in my teeth. I'd never cum that hard in my whole life.
"I love you too, sweet thing," he said, gasping and holding me close. "You always."
I smiled at him, still breathing hard.
“Good,” was my low mewl. “Because remember how you said I was your most precious asset? How you were so careful carrying me up the stairs?”
Immediately, my man swung around to look at me, blue eyes blazing. After nine children, he knew what I was hinting at before I even said it.
“Beth,” came that low growl. “Are you telling me …?”
And I nodded, slipping my hand into his even as our hearts joined together once more.
“Yes, Mr. Carlton. You’re going to be a daddy again, this time to baby number ten. Are you ready for that? Ten kids in ten years? You’re a baby machine after all. Your swimmers are so powerful and virile.”
And the CEO leaned in for a kiss, his eyes worshipful as he gathered me close.
“Sweetheart, as much as I love you, you’ve gotten it wrong. I gave you the juice, but honey, you’re the baby machine. And I love you even more for it. I can’t wait for this child, and I hope she has your brown hair, brown eyes and sweet smile.”
And with another contented sigh, I melted into Mason’s arms, almost drunk on love. Because trust was hard to build after the initial meltdown during the first year of our relationship. But now, ten years later, our hearts are united and our heads are in the same space. Plus, I’m ripe again with his child for the tenth time … and secretly, I want even more!
THE END
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