I groan and throw my head back to look at the high ceiling in the living room. She should know by now that I don’t give a fuck how important her work is. I didn’t get her to quit going to the sites so she could tell me to wait.

“Morgan Jennings, I swear if you don’t get that sweet ass over here right now, I’m gonna spank you,” I growl, staring at the back of her head. We only have a limited amount of time before Duke wakes up from his nap. “Morgan,” I snap.

“Fine,” she sighs and shuts the laptop. Her new little baby bump is showing through the tight shirt and her tits are spilling out of the top.

“Hair, Boss.” I watch her pull the tie out of her hair to let it fall in waves around her shoulders. “Don’t act like you weren’t waiting for me to come home.” When she gets close enough, I pull her into my lap and kiss up her neck.

“I may have missed you.” My wife grabs my face and kisses me roughly.

“Prove it.” I rest my hand on her growing stomach for a second, then move to grab her tits. Morgan drops to her knees in front of me and slowly unzips my jeans. My cock springs free as soon as she peels my boxers back. Morgan doesn’t waste a second before she licks from base to tip then sucks it in all the way to the back of her throat. “Fuck, Morgan.” She works my cock like a pro, determined to suck me dry until I can’t take it anymore. I use her hair to pull her off my dick and she whines.

“Everett,” she snaps at me like she’s in charge and I help her of the floor.

“Grab the couch, Boss.” I drop my jeans, kicking them to the side. “I don’t care how pregnant you are, I’d rather cum inside you.” Morgan slowly turns, giving me a glare over her shoulder, and I pull her long skirt up to her waist. “No panties?”

“No.” Morgan wiggles her ass a little.

“Good girl, now hang on.” I nudge her knees apart and line my cock up with her tight pussy. Her red nails dig into the back of the couch when she grips it and I slam into her. She moans loud enough to echo through the living room and I groan. Her pussy is exactly what I need after a long day, and our son picks the perfect time to nap. I fuck her gently at first, but Morgan isn’t satisfied.

“Harder,” she begs, pressing into me with each stroke. I give her what she wants, grabbing her hips hard enough to bruise her and fucking her like she’s being punished. “More.” I worry about my daughter she’s carrying, but Duke came out fine and I fucked her even harder when she was carrying him.

I reach around to rub her clit, knowing if she doesn’t get off soon, I’m not going to be able to hold back any longer. With her pussy strangling my cock and her begging for more, Morgan wants to be the death of me. I barely stroke her clit with my thumb and she throws her head back, shouting my name. Her pussy convulsing around my cock has me shooting off inside her. I grab her hips to stay up when I see stars and my knees get weak. Every time we have sex is better than the last.

I catch my breath and we both collapse on the couch, her draped over me. Morgan kisses my neck and chin, curling into my lap. “I didn’t even get foreplay today,” she teases, nuzzling into me.

“You weren’t wearing any panties; you didn’t need foreplay.” I lean down and kiss her back, cupping her huge tit in my hand before she slaps it away. “I love when you’re pregnant.”

Morgan puts my hand on her growing stomach and rests hers on top. “I love being pregnant. I could do it forever.” My hand takes up most of her stomach. “I like getting pregnant too.” She looks up at me with those big blue eyes, and I have to smile.

“Good, I’ll keep you pregnant forever, Boss,” I promise, rubbing my daughter growing inside my gorgeous wife.

“Wanna practice again, Mr. Jennings?” She straddles my hips again, rubbing against my cock, making me hard all over again. I also love how insatiable she is when she’s pregnant.

Before I can answer, our son wails from his room down the hall. We both groan, and she climbs off me. “Later,” I promise, kissing her hand before she walks down the hall to get our boy. I pull my jeans back on once she’s gone, willing the beast back in my pants.

A second later, the most amazing sight comes back toward me. Morgan in her long skirt, hair loose around her shoulders, and my little boy on her hip. The light hits their hair at the same time, reflecting the red in both. A few months shy of my daughter entering the world and I have everything I ever wanted. A house full of little red-headed kids, my sexy wife, and a booming business to take care of all of them.

“You wanna see Daddy?” Morgan coos at Duke and hands him over, sitting next to me. Duke grabs at my beard, giggling. He looks just like his mother. “He missed you today.” She runs her hand over his copper-colored hair.

“Let me tell you a story, Duke.” I lean back, cradling him against me and Morgan curls against my side. “A year ago, your mommy and daddy had it pretty rough. We didn’t have you and were so damn lonely.” Morgan swats my arm for swearing in front of our son. “Mommy was just my boss, and I was just the foreman who wanted to knock her up.”