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Grunting my satisfaction, I rewarded her by propelling deep, in steady thrusts, and continued at a constant pace that dove her crazy.

“Mmm, yes,” she howled, arching and digging the heel of her foot into my arse.

Lifting her up, I was glad for the steady bed to lean against as I held her close with one hand and basked in our bodies rubbing together. Spreading my legs for better balance, I ached for release, but would never come until she did again. I pounded into her in a mindless frenzy, repeating over and over, “Don’t come. Hold it. Don’t come”. Her core was getting so tight it was getting harder and harder to move in and out of.

We needed something more. I wanted more. “You’re going to ride me.” I didn’t give her time to reply. I slid out and climbed onto the bed eager to get back inside were I belonged.

The sight of Alexa crawling up the bed almost had me shooting my load. This woman was my wife. I was damn lucky. Her tits swayed and I couldn’t take it. I reached down and yanked her up and onto my chest. She wiggled down and I groaned as her wet pussy left a shiny trail. Alexa rose up and painstakingly slowly settled onto my dick. I gritted my teeth and yanked the sheets as my cock wrapped in her warm, wet, heat. Holy fuck. She was tighter than just a moment ago.

“Mmm, that feels so fucking amazing.” She moaned, flinging her head back in pure bliss. I watched transfixed as my Goddess wife started to ride me like a pro. Her hair was sticking up in a crazy mess, her make-up smeared, but right now she looked so fucking hot, like a Goddess showing the powers she had over her man.

Alexa rode me, at first with fast quick strokes until her walls started to quiver around me. I picked up her speed, straining to hold myself from blowing. I drove up, meeting her thrust for thrust, pride washing over me as she went wild, yelling her need. “Please. It’s going to be big. I need, just . . . I’m so . . . close. I need, please. Mason.”

Circling her waist, I brought her down so our sweat coated bodies rubbed and I trailed my fingers down to squeeze her arse, before I slapped her cheeks a couple of times. She squealed, her voice ringing in my ear. My fingers ran down her crack and I gathered her wetness and as she sank down I circled her butt. When she rose, I sank my finger in.

“Holy shit,” she yelled. “Mason.”

Pulling out on a sigh, I gathered her juices and then this time when she slid down on my cock, I thrust my finger up her arse. She screamed and her core spasmed around me and gripped my dick like a vise. “Fuck. Oh fuck. Alexa. Fuck.” I swore I was seeing fucking stars. I pumped into her, barely moving because of her tight pussy’s hold. Alexa buried her face in my shoulder and her teeth sank into me as I let myself go, roaring my release. I slowly eased my finger out of her arse and my cock out of her pussy. “That was fucking amazing, wife.”

She lifted her and moaned, “Sooo good, husband.”

Wrung out, I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around Alexa. I was just going to rest a moment or two before we started round two.

I PLACED MY HANDS OVER Mason’s on my little stomach. I had a little baby bump now, at three months along, but most would just think I was fat. I leaned back against my husband and stared out at the animals from the balcony of our penthouse suite at the Animal Kingdom Lodge at Florida’s Disney World. The place was amazing with its African safari theme. The penthouse had three balconies and we were on the top one off our room.

We were officially on our honeymoon. We’d arrived in America less than twenty-four hours ago. I was exhausted, but so grateful that the family had their own plane, so we traveled in style for the fourteen-hour flight. I was surprised when Mason told me we were going to America for our honeymoon. I thought he’d choose somewhere more tropical like Hawaii or New Caledonia, but he’d just shook his head and said, “We live in Queensland. The Sunshine State. We have beautiful beaches and all that. You want something new. Something fun and exciting.” He’d definitely delivered. What place is more fun than Disney World? I wasn’t one for thrill seeking rides, especially being pregnant, but I did love all the Disney characters. I couldn’t wait to go shopping and get all new clothes and knick-knacks.

“This is so amazing.” I turned in his embrace and gazed up at my husband. “Thank you for this.” I rose on tip-toes and kissed him. “Thank you for being everything I need. Everything I could ever dream of and more. From the moment I met you, you’ve been my light, my hope, my savor, my best friend and lover. You’ll always be my knight in shining armor. You’ve given me a family and unconditional love. I love you, Mason Silverman.”

He cupped my arse, lifting me so I wasn’t on my tip-toes. His eyes were so dark brown they were more a black color, but they shone with their adoration. “I love you too, Alexa Silverman. You are my happiness. The light of my life.”

Mason’s lips came down on mine and my heart overflowed with happiness. I was one lucky woman.

Two and a half years later.

I HAD A DAY OFF from studying and I spent it with all my boys. I was studying music at uni, and thinking of maybe being a music teacher if it went well. But I was only going part time as I wanted to enjoy being a mother.

Eric and Taylor were handfuls. Smarter than most children their age. They had their father’s boisterous energy, always on the go, unless they were tired and then they were snuggle bunnies that never left my side. Taylor, Eric, and their father were my whole world.

“Mummy. Mine,” grumbled Taylor. His little fist clenched my shirt, his blonde hair stuck to his face.

“Nooo. Mine,” cried Eric. They clung to me, their little bodies wet from swimming lessons.

Looking over at the pool, I watched as my panty-wetting husband strolled out of the pool along with his brother, Zeck. They’d been teaching the children since they were little babies how to swim and Eric and Taylor were pretty good now, but still learning. Once a week, same time, rain, hail or shine, they taught them how to swim. I’d helped when they were babies, but now I was seven months pregnant and with the boys getting closer to the terrible twos, they used me as their personal gym and Mason was scared they’d accidently hurt me.

They were both tired, and when they were, all they wanted was me. They were mummy’s boys and I loved it. I clung to them, but my belly was too big and got in the way from them wanting to climb on me.

Both my boys looked like clones of their daddy, except Taylor had blond hair and Eric had my green eyes. I loved being a mother. It was everything I’d dreamed of and more. Sure, there were dirty diapers, toilet training, sore breasts from feedings and nights when I lived off only a couple of hours sleep, but no matter what, I wouldn’t change anything. I loved my life.

MY SONS WERE SO ADORABLE, but they were little monsters. Currently they were climbing up on my beautiful pregnant wife. They were rough, tough, boys and I worried that they’d accidently hurt her.

Rushing over, I scooped up my two boys, ignoring their cries for their mum. Alexa was a brilliant mother. Everything a child could ever want. She amazed me every day with her love and care of our boys. She wanted lots of kids and I kind of thought she was a little crazy, but when I saw her with our boys I didn’t think it was that bad an idea. I did love her pregnant. I thought she was super sexy. With this pregnancy, and her first, she’d been ultra horny and it was heaven.

Images of her sucking my cock until I woke almost every morning, and then riding me until I yelled her name, or her coming to the gym so she could jump my bones, flashed before me. Damn, my dick was getting hard and I knew in my swim shorts showed it.

“I can see the look in your eyes, husband. Let’s get these kids fed, bathed, and in bed before we do what your eyes are begging to do.” I wiggled my eyebrows and she made my favorite noise, giggling.

She turned and hugged Zeck. “Thanks as always.”

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