Chapter 27
It was immensely satisfying watching my angel walk across the stage with a huge smile and diploma in hand, knowing that Tyler—after fucking around all year instead of studying hard like Shayla—had failed too many of his classes and couldn’t graduate with the rest of his class.
After our celebratory lunch with Shayla’s family post-graduation ceremony and putting Grayson and Lainey down for their nap, I drag my feet into my office. I wanted to drag Shayla into our bedroom instead to take advantage of the babies’ naptime, but she shooed me away, saying she had a few things to take care of at her parents’ house.
I settle back into my gaming chair while Isaiah, Martin, and I test out an online RPG game in preparation for our move to Lubbock. We may still be waiting on Shayla’s acceptance letter to Texas Tech, but I have no doubt it’ll come any day now, and we’re moving full steam ahead.
“You’re about to get your asses handed to you this round, just you wait,” I grumble after Isaiah obliterates my character.
“Yeah, good luck with that,” Isaiah says with a laugh as he immediately slashes me with his sword.
“You little shit! I—”
There’s a tap on my shoulder, and I hold a finger up to the webcam for the guys to hold on for a minute, then pull my headphones down around my neck.
I twist to the side to find Shayla, looking like the sweet angel that she is in her white sundress sans sandals. She looks like a bride, which she will be in just a few short weeks before the purchase of our new house is finalized. It’s a short engagement, but it would be even shorter if I had my way.
She’s smiling from ear to ear with her hands held behind her back, and she bounces on her painted-pink toes. I smile because how could I not? My sweet fiancée looks even sweeter as she bites her bottom lip and slides between my chair and desk. I make more room for her by spreading my knees, but she climbs onto my chair, straddling my lap. The game is instantly forgotten as my dick starts to swell in my jeans.
I grip her hips, yanking her closer, and ask, “What’s got you smiling so big?”
“I got in!” she shouts right in my face in her excitement and shoves what she was hiding behind her back against my chest. “I did it! I got into Texas Tech! I can’t believe it!”
I slide my hands up to wrap them around her back and yank her chest to mine. She winds hers around my neck, damn near squeezing the life out of me as I read her acceptance letter over her shoulder.
“I knew you would,” I croak out. Shayla laughs and leans back, loosening her hold so I can take a breath. I don’t let her get too far. Cupping the back of her head, I pull her mouth down to meet mine and whisper against her lips, “You earned it. You deserve it, and I am so damn proud of you, angel.”
“Thank you for believing in me. I love you,” she whispers before slanting her lips over mine and deepening the kiss.
My world narrows to just her and her alone. “I love you, too. So damn much.”
The kiss turns hungry, and I can’t get enough of her taste. I drop my hands to slide them up her soft thighs, then push under the hem of her dress, farther still to palm her…bare?…ass cheeks, and help her grind her pussy over my bulge.
“Where are your panties, angel?”
She scoots backward enough to rip the zipper of my jeans down, fists my hardened dick, and answers, “I took them off before I came in here. Fuck me, James. I need you inside me.”
Before I can so much as blink, she lifts her hips and sinks her weight down on my dick, taking me to the hilt inside her hot, already dripping-wet pussy. She came prepared.
“Oh fuck, fuck, you were ready for me, huh? So wet and needy for your fiancé’s cock.”
She nods furiously, lust swirling in her beautiful, hooded gray eyes as she swivels her hips. “I’m always wet for you,” she says with a sultriness that has my dick ready to fire off inside her immediately.
There’s an explosion of noise coming from my headphones, and with startling realization, I find that the guys have seen and heard every word of our exchange. “Oh, shit!” I rip the headphones off and scramble to keep my hold on Shayla while I fumble to turn my computer off, cutting off the guys’ view of us on the other side of the computer screen.
My angel surprises me by laughing, though her cheeks are flushed a beautiful shade of pink in embarrassment. But I want them to turn pink for a whole different reason.
I stumble with my jeans halfway down my thighs toward the office couch and take a seat. We moan in unison when she bounces on my lap, and then she rides my dick like her life depends on it while I unzip and pull her dress up and over her head. She’s completely bare for me, her body primed for pleasure with her nipples already dripping with milk.
“You beautiful angel. My angel. Is all this for me?” I ask when I cup her large, full tits, kneading them so her milk will leak.
She moans and tips her head back while she arches her back, pressing her tits into my hands. I slam her down roughly on my cock and latch onto her left nipple, milking her the same way her pussy milks my shaft.
“Oh god, James! Yes, yes!” She fists my hair, holding my face pressed against her breast, making it difficult to breathe as I swallow jet after jet of her delicious, warm milk. But I don’t give a good goddamn whether I can breathe or not. All I need is her.
Or at least, that’s what my brain thinks, but my lungs eventually force me to pull back. I flip us over so she’s on her back, and I take the five seconds I need to strip myself of my T-shirt and kick off my shoes and jeans, then stretch out on top of her. Her pussy is already swollen and red from taking my cock inside her so hard, which gives me an ego boost. I might be on the skinny side, but my dick sure isn’t.
She hooks her hands behind her knees and draws them up to her shoulders, and I shove my cock balls deep. “Your angel pussy is too good. I’m gonna cum if you keep squeezing me like that,” I say as she clenches her inner muscles, trying to draw me back in every time I pull my hips back.
“I want you to be bad, James,” she says with a hooded gaze, licking her bottom lip. “I want you to cum in me, fill my pussy up.” Even from her bent-in-half position, she tries to roll her hips, tugging on my dick in a way that makes my eyes cross.
My balls draw up, and I’m about to cum embarrassingly fast. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I wrench my dick out of her, and she pouts. God, I love that pout. “Not yet. I’ll give you my cum, but not until you give me yours.” I flip us over so I’m on my back, then lift her until her pussy hovers over my watering mouth. “Fuck my face,” I growl, and she drops her weight, once again cutting off my air supply.
I’m a pro at this now and eat her pussy like it’s my last meal. I hump the air while I shove two fingers through her tunnel, hooking them as I drag them in and out. Shayla squeals at the rough invasion and nearly drowns me with her arousal.
“Oh god, James. Just like that. So good,” Shayla says between panting breaths and moans.
I take turns swiping my tongue through her slit, teasing her, then suctioning her clit between my lips. Back and forth and back and forth until her thighs clamp around my ears, and she gushes with her release. She fills my mouth with her sweetness as she screams my name behind the hand she claps over her mouth so she doesn’t wake our babies.
I shimmy out from under her, leaving her on her knees, braced against the arm of the couch. I drive my swollen cock into her still-pulsating pussy and fuck her hard and fast, desperate for release. I’ve been cumming inside my angel unprotected for weeks now, and every single time I do it, it’s as good as the first time she gave me permission to fill her up.
I fist Shayla’s silky ponytail and twist her head to the side so I can kiss her, thrusting my tongue in her mouth as my cock does between her stretched pussy lips. “Take my cum, angel. Need to get you pregnant before we step foot in Lubbock.” My heart nearly gives out in my chest when she shakes her head, and my rhythm falters.
“You can’t.”
My cock twitches as my impending orgasm recedes, begging me to keep going. “You want me to stop?” I pump once inside her, hoping to change her mind.
She smirks. “No, I mean, you can’t get me pregnant…because I already am.”
I lose.
My fucking.
Mind.
It simply surrenders to some primitive beast inside me as I roar in victory. I cradle her stomach gently, totally at odds with the savage way I thrust into her from behind, over and over and over. She screams when another orgasm rips through her, and I follow her into the abyss of pleasure, my cum overflowing her pussy and dripping down her inner thighs.
My baby.
My angel is pregnant with another one of my babies.
By the time I’m through with her, Shayla flops like a rag doll, and I lay her on her back. She smiles so serenely, her cheeks flush with aftershocks of pleasure and eyes sparkling with love.
“I love you so much. I love you, I love you, I love you,” I chant as I kiss her lips, her neck, each breast, and down her torso, where I can kiss her lower belly. “I love you, angel.” I roll my eyes up to meet hers as I kiss every available inch of skin between her belly button and mound and from hip to hip. “Forever. You and our family are my forever. I can’t wait to make you my wife. To make both adoptions official and give you and Lainey my last name.
She drags me back up her body with her hand in my hair and welcomes my renewed erection between her spread thighs. I have just the head of my cock nestled in her swollen entrance when a new wave of sound reaches my ears. It sounds like…
“Fucking hell!” I grab the throw blanket Shayla keeps on the back of the couch for when she likes to cuddle up and read sometimes while I work. I drape it over her, covering her gorgeous, naked, newly pregnant body as I trip over my feet to get to my desk.
My breath dies in my throat when I stab the button on my monitor and realize that I had only managed to turn it off instead of my whole system, which means my cam and microphone were still on…which means Isaiah and Martin heard and saw everything. Fucking everything.
“I’m gonna kill you, both of you, if you saw what I think I saw,” I growl, more than pissed that they saw my angel in all her naked glory as she took my cock and cum, knowing they saw her face twisted in pleasure and her tits leaking and bouncing as I took her from behind. “You’re dead.”
“Then I’ll die a happy man because that was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” Isaiah says, his eyes wide and honest to god drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. “Goddamn, James, you lucky son of a bitch. I want to be you when I grow up.”
“Dead!”
“For all that is holy, Shayla, please tell me you have a sister or friends you can introduce us to,” Martin pleads in that stupid deep voice of his that makes all the girls blush when they hear him speak. He might be painfully shy, but I know there are plenty of girls willing to jump on his dick if he just put himself out there.
I jolt when I feel Shayla’s delicate hand on my back, and I whip around to find her standing behind me, though she thankfully has the blanket tightly wrapped around her, or else I’d lose my mind. Well, more so than I already have. But her hair is a wild mess, half fallen out of her ponytail, and she looks nothing short of freshly fucked, which I do not want the guys to see.
She laughs when I groan in frustration. “Sorry, guys, my sisters are too young.” They both look dejected, and I swear to God, Martin actually sulks as he deflates until she follows up with, “But I have a few cousins…oh! And maybe one friend that I can introduce you to at our wedding.” She winks, and they give each other an air high-five through the screens.
Then she slides her hand down to my front and grips my shaft where they can’t see, slowly sliding her hand up and down until I’m shuddering with the need to sink inside her pregnant pussy again.
“Got to go, guys. We’re not done celebrating,” she says to them, but it’s me she’s looking at, begging me to take her to bed with her eyes.
“So…same time next week, you two?” Isaiah teases, wagging his brows up and down.
“Dead!” I manage to fully shut down the system this time, abruptly cutting off Isaiah and Martin and their belly-aching laughter before scooping my angel up in my arms and carrying her off to our bedroom. We’re not even close to being done celebrating our good news.