Authors: Mia Caldwell
Andrew stopped nibbling on my earlobe and looked at me. His eyes still flashed with desire, but how held a touch of concern too. “Of course, my being at home for the children is important. But this part of our life is just as significant. I don’t want us to wind up being one of those couples who get so lost in their children that they grow apart from each other. We’ve already come close to that point and I don’t want to go back there again.”
“Neither do I. And I’ll make sure we don’t.” I rolled over out of his arms and pulled back the bedspread and sheets, exposing his stiff erection. He groaned as I stroked the length of him a couple of times before kissing the very tip of his cock.
“No, we can’t ever lose this part of our life,” I said before licking the slit of his dick, already slick with precum. Another bead of it formed almost instantly after I tongued off the first sticky, salty goodness from his cock. I wrapped a hand around the swollen girth as I took more and more of his hardness into my mouth, reveling in every ridge, bump and vein.
Because I could only go so far there on top of the bed, I climbed off of it and crossed to Andrew’s side, kneeling in front of him. There I resumed my journey of exploration of his cock with my tongue. His groans grew louder and more frequent the more of his dick I sucked, getting closer and closer to his shaft. I reached up my hand to caress his heavy balls, smiling as I felt him shudder. It never failed to amaze me how the lightest touch of such a sensitive area gave me so much control over one of the most powerful and wealthiest men in the country, if not the world.
I increased the pressure of my caresses as well as the speed with which I sucked his dick. It took a lot of concentration and coordination to manage both acts at once. A pro probably would have told me I was doing it wrong and looked ridiculous. However, Andrew seemed to have no complaints as he buried his fingers in my scalp and pulled my head down further into his crotch.
My pace increased so fast, so quickly, it felt like I’d lose control any minute. Andrew began to buck his hips, so it grew difficult to tell whether I was sucking his cock or he was fucking my face. But it didn’t matter because either way, it felt gloriously fantastic. His musky, earthy scent and the salty drips of his precum invaded every one of my senses. It became all about Andrew. He was my everything, in every sense of the word.
Andrew’s cock engulfed my entire mouth. I couldn’t take any more of him in, yet I hadn’t managed to swallow more than about three-quarters of his massive dick. But that seemed to be enough to make him come, which he did, spurting ropes of hot, creamy white semen down my throat. I tried to gulp as much of it as I could, but as usual, some dribbled out the sides of my mouth and down my chin. The briny smell and salty taste of his cum gave me an indescribable thrill, causing my bud to throb like it wished it could get a taste too.
Before I could wipe the sticky remnants from my mouth, Andrew lifted me onto the bed and kissed me clean. “I love the way I taste on you,” he said as his soft full lips brushed against my chin and the corners of my mouth.
He leaned me back onto the bed and kissed a trail down my body. I let out a gasp as he gently sucked each of my nipples, causing Andrew to pause and look up at me with concern. “Are they sensitive already?”
“They can’t be. I’m only seven weeks along, it’s too soon.” But when I lightly pressed the side of my breast with my fingers, I felt the same tenderness I had when I was pregnant with AJ. “Oh, well, it looks like I’m experiencing sensitive-breast-syndrome even earlier this time around.”
Andrew’s eyes lit up with mischief. “I can’t wait until they get really big and full.”
“Hey, I thought you said anything more than a handful was just a waste.?”
He shrugged and cupped my breasts, which were still at the slightly-less-than-a-handful stage. “That still applies but there’s nothing wrong with a little variety, is there?”
“Just so long as we’re talking about my bra size. You’d better not be thinking about variety in terms of being with someone else.”
“Never!” Andrew said in an ice cold voice that probably sent shivers down the spines of colleagues during business negotiations. “There will never,
ever
be anyone for me but you, Ryanna. I hope you feel the same way.”
I nodded rapidly, hoping he saw my intensity on the matter matched his. “You’re the love of my life, Andrew. I don’t want or need anyone else.”
He nodded, apparently satisfied, and resumed kissing a path from the valley between my breasts, down to my belly button, stopping just short of reaching my shaved mound. My pussy tightened as he inserted two fingers inside it and then took them out to wipe the juices across his mouth. Andrew then rose back up to kiss me, allowing me to enjoy the taste of my musk on his lips.
“See how delicious you taste?” he mumbled. “Is it any wonder I can’t get enough of you?”
I can’t get enough of you either
, I wanted to say, but he’d plunged his hot tongue in between my pussy folds, cutting off my ability to talk. I couldn’t do anything except focus on the flicking in-and-out of his mischievous tongue into my hot, wet center. My bud throbbed out of control, eager to finally get in on the action and receive some relief of its own.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I spread my legs wider, eager for Andrew to get as far and as deep into me as he could. The steady drumbeat of my throbbing bud turned into a rapid pulsation as his tongue licked its way closer and closer to my most sensitive and hottest area. I buried my fingers in his hair and pulled him further into my crotch, much like what he’d done to me when I’d gone down on him.
Andrew’s tongue touched my bud once, twice before it exploded, flooding my pussy with its warm juices. His loud slurps of my wetness provided even more of a turn-on as I shuddered to an explosive climax.
Out of breath, I fell back onto the bed, where Andrew soon covered my body with his, sealing in the warmth between us. Even though he’d just had his own orgasm minutes earlier, his re-hardened cock nudged up against my thigh. And despite the vibrations of my last orgasm still rocketing through me, I spread my legs in anticipation of the wonderful sensation of his cock filling me.
Andrew eased into me, allowing me to savor inch by inch of his cock squeezing between my pussy walls. My bud throbbed as if it hadn’t been sated and wanted more dick. I couldn’t blame it because I wanted more of my handsome husband’s cock myself.
He groaned as I wrapped my legs around him while he plunged deeper into me. While part of Andrew might have wanted to go at the slow-and-steady route, it wasn’t long before his pace quickened and his thrusts became more rapid. We were soon hurtling towards another explosive climax if my heart could hold out long enough for me to get there. It pounded so out of control, I was scared I’d pass out before reaching the crest of this wave of passion.
It didn’t take long before I climaxed again, reaching the height of bliss only minutes after having done so the first time. The hot pussy juices had just begun to flow when a final thrust of Andrew’s dick into my core signaled his release as well. He collapsed on top of me, his breath hot against my ear.
“I love you,” he murmured as he remained inside of me, and I kept my legs wrapped tightly around him.
“I love you too,” I said, wishing and hoping this closeness between us would never, ever end.
* * * * * * * * * *
A little less than seven months later, we welcomed Rachel Eliza Rutledge into the world. With her eight pound, two ounce arrival, our family felt complete. I said as much to Andrew as he cradled her in his arms shortly after her birth.
“We have a boy and a girl,” I told him. “A perfect nuclear family.”
He shot me a skeptical look. “You say that now but I’m guessing as soon as our little princess here hits the two year mark, you’ll start up with the baby talk again.”
I giggled, knowing he was probably right. “Well, would that be so bad?”
Andrew shook his head as he leaned down to kiss me where I laid in the hospital bed, still carefully holding Rachel in his arms. “I hope we have a house full of children. I love you and want to have as big a family with you as possible.”
My heart soared with love and optimism at his words. With Andrew and our current ─ and future! ─ children by my side, I knew the possibilities were endless for what could happen in the days, months, and years to come. I couldn’t wait to see how things developed.
THE END
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EXPECTING THE CEO’S BABY – PART ONE
When I prevent a distracted Andrew Rutledge from walking into traffic, I have no idea he's a
billionaire CEO
. When he insists on seeing me again a few days later, I have no idea what to expect. Certainly not what he proposes,
having his baby!
Andrew is
handsome and rich
, so I'm not sure why he's willing to pay me
a lot of money
to do what hundreds of other women would probably do for free. Since a job offer fell through at the last minute, I have no choice but to take his offer seriously. This arrangement will change my life in more ways than one. While I'm willing to help Andrew have a baby,
giving him my heart
is another matter entirely. . .
EXPECTING THE CEO’S BABY – PART TWO
Weeks after saving the
handsome and rich billionaire CEO
Andrew Rutledge’s life, I am living in his mansion and we’re
trying to have a baby!
But what started out as a straightforward deal for him to pay me a total of
three million dollars to conceive and bear his child
has turned into something else entirely. I’ve
fallen in love
with Andrew and can see us living
happily ever after
and
raising our child together
. And from his
soft words and passionate kisses
, I can tell Andrew feels the same way.
However, our
happiness is threatened
when a
tabloid reporter
finds out about our unusual arrangement. The
looming scandal
turns Andrew from the
loving and caring man I fell in love with
into a cold stranger who cares about nothing except his electronics company and his position as CEO. His abrupt transformation leaves me alone and confused, even more so now that
a baby is on the way. . .
EXPECTING THE CEO’S BABY – PART THREE