“I wish I could have been there to see their faces. I bet they didn’t have a fucking clue what hit them.” Ian burst out laughing, pulling Lucy against him. Damn, he’d never thought for a single second that this sweet woman would have been able to put his parents back in their place. She had done it though, and from the smile on her lips, she was happy to have done it. Ian was proud of her.

At least now he knew without a doubt that she could take care of herself.

“I don’t think they’ll be coming around anymore,” she said.

“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.

He wasn’t done with her yet. Moving her toward the back of the sofa, he pushed her down so that she was bent over. Running his hands over her ass, he released a groan at the sight of her pretty ass.

His cock felt trapped in the tight confines of his pants. He opened the button, pushed down the zipper and sighed with relief as his cock sprang free.

Running his hand up and down the length, pre-cum leaking out of the tip, he placed it at her entrance.

Slowly for the first couple of inches, he filled her, watching her cunt open up as he slid in deep. When there was a couple of inches within her, he grabbed her hips and slammed to the hilt inside her. They both cried out and he still felt the last ripples of her release around his cock.

Pulling out, he saw her cream coating his length.

He didn’t go slowly. Holding on tightly to her, he fucked her hard, going deeper with each thrust.

The sounds echoing around the room were those of their smacking flesh as well as their moans.

His own release was so close but he wasn’t ready. He didn’t want this to end.

Pounding inside her, he watched her take him.

Over and over.

Thrust upon thrust.

Holding onto her hips, he fucked her hard, and Lucy took him.

When his release finally spilled from him, he slammed deep, wanting his cum to soak her womb. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her close.

They were both panting.

He kissed her neck, stroking her stomach.

“I didn’t intend for that to happen,” he said.

She giggled. “I’m pleased it did. You can do that often. You know, not let it happen.”

He laughed against her skin. Pulling out of her tight cunt, he saw his cum dribble out of her pussy. Kicking off his pants, he lifted his wife up in his arms.

“What are you doing?”

“You think that once is going to be enough.” It was never enough. Taking possession of her lips even as he walked, he found his bedroom with ease.

Dropping her down to the bed, he followed, lying between her spread thighs. For now, he was flaccid but that wouldn’t last long.

“I love you,” she said.

“Say it again.”

“I love you.”

With each word she spoke, his cock woke up, and he felt the need to take her again rise up within him. He could gladly spend the next fifty years like this.