Page 24 of Claimed As His

“We don’t need them, baby. We never did.” He teased a strand of her hair, content to simply hold her. He’d been so pissed off when they’d told him to make her get rid of the baby. There was no way in hell that he’d ever allow anyone to tell him what to do with his own child. Reaching out, he placed a hand on her stomach.

There wasn’t much of a difference yet but in time, she’d be swollen with his child.

His cock grew hard just thinking about it. She’d look so damn sexy as well. Large tits, rounded hips, full stomach, and it would be because of him.

“You don’t think our son or daughter is going to need grandparents?” she asked.

He saw how nervous she looked.

“Our kid doesn’t need grandparents like them. Don’t for a second feel guilty about this. They do not, and will never deserve to know our kid.” He pulled her in against him, pressing a kiss to her lips. “I love you, Lucy. I love you and I love our child. Everything else, it doesn’t matter.”

“You have a way of making everything seem so easy.”

“Because it is. No matter if this baby is a boy or a girl, we both know we’re going to love it.”

He stroked her stomach as her tit brushed against his arm. Sliding his hand up, he couldn’t resist cupping her, stroking his thumb across her beaded nipple. She gave a little gasp, and in the few weeks since discovering she was pregnant, he’d also noticed that she was very sensitive to his touch.

“Stand up,” he said.

Ian waited as she got up. Her hands were by her sides, so trusting, so beautiful, and all his. The best thing he’d ever done was go on that mail order site. If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t be here now, in love, with a child on the way, or so happy.

His plan would still be very much inside his head.

To upset his parents, to make them suffer.

That was all in the past now. He didn’t need to prove anything to anyone. His parents didn’t matter. Hurting them no longer mattered. Loving his wife, that was what mattered to him. He wanted to give her the world.

“Take off your clothes.”

She reached behind her, releasing the catch of her dress, and he watched, completely captivated, as she wriggled out of the dress. Her curvy body was now on display for him.

“Take your bra off.”

As she did this, he noticed she gave a little wince. Getting to his feet, he stepped toward her, cupping beneath her tits, holding them up as if they were a treasure to him. “Are they painful?”

“Just a little.”

He stroked his thumb back and forth over the mound. She gasped, arching against him. Leaning forward, he took one of her tits into his mouth, sucking on the hard bud. She cried out. His name echoed off the walls with her cries. He loved the sound. Sliding his tongue across the valley, he licked and sucked at her other tit.

Her hands went to his shoulders, gripping him tightly. That didn’t last as she sank her fingers into his hair, holding him close.

“I love your tits, baby. So fucking much. I could suck on them all night long.” He kissed each tip then knelt down before her. “I don’t like these,” he said, touching the edge of her panties.

“You don’t?”

“No. They get in the way of what I want to do.”

“And what do you want to do?” she asked.

He smiled. “Why don’t I show you?”

“Yes, please.”

“So polite. My polite little wife.” Tearing the panties from her body, he dropped them to the floor and spread her thighs wide but making sure she stood up. Sliding his hands up between her thighs, he cupped her pussy. “Just how I like you, wet and ready for me.” He plunged a finger within her cunt, and they both groaned at the same time. “I love it when you’re like this, baby.”

Spreading the lips of her pussy, he stared at her creamy slit. His mouth watered for a taste, and he slid his tongue between her cunt, sucking on her clit.

“Ian!” She screamed his name, and he relished her cries.

“Yes, baby, say my name, scream it.”

Flicking her clit, he slid down, fucking inside her pussy with his fingers. The taste of her was so divine on his tongue that he couldn’t get enough of it. He wanted more and more. Swallowing her down, he closed his eyes, listening to her sweet sounds.

He kept fucking her with his fingers as he focused on her clit.

Her pussy kept fluttering around him, and he flicked her clit again, driving her higher toward her orgasm. She kept repeating his name. Each time ended on more of a gasp until she finally hurtled over the edge. He fucked her hard, driving his fingers in deep as she came. Only when she couldn’t stand his touch anymore did he stop.


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