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My Miracle C.M. Steele 2022/8/5 17:01:50

I stand up and take off my clothes. I lift her shirt and toss it. I have her completely naked for my eyes only. Fuck, her breasts are big and round. I hope to make them a lot bigger again. “Time to fill you up, babe.”

“Please, Ben. I need you.” I stretch her leg up and against the edge of the window. Her other is on the edge of the comfy window seat. I kneel on the bench, lining my cock up with her soaked pussy and push my way into her depths.

“What do you need? This?” I pump roughly, grabbing hold of her ass cheek and fucking in long, deep strokes. My head comes down, and my mouth encircles her dark pink nipples. Fuck, I love the way she moans and pleas for more. I lean one hand on the wall, with the other still squeezing her ass. I love her bottom. Hell, I love every inch of her.

Sweat beads down my back as our cries get louder. Every sound she makes turns me on. I need her mouth. I kiss her until we’re both panting.

“Give it to me. I want another baby,” she cries out. Her walls suck me in and hold me there. “Fuck, I’m coming.”

“Mira,” I roar, emptying my seed into her, splashing her womb. My guys are going to do the trick. I know it.

I hold her in my arms for a while, loving this sweet time we get together.

“Good. We have six more contracts, and I’m looking to hire a few more workers.”

“Wow, that’s really great,” she says, running her hands through my beard. Her fingers are soft, unlike mine.

“Not bad. The kids and I had a lot of fun swimming.” It’s been sweltering. We have a bean-shaped swimming pool that my kids love to be in as soon as the weather gets warm.

“So what were you reading?” I point to the book.

“Take a guess?” she says with a chuckle.

“Pride and Prejudice?” I ask, knowing I was right.

“Yep.” She smiles, holding up a newer copy of the book. The original remains untouched in the special case under lock and key. I built a sturdy yet beautiful case to protect the treasured piece of literary history.

“How many times have you read it?”

“About a thousand times. What? Don’t look at me like that. Elizabeth and Darcy are the perfect couple.”

“No, babe. That’s us. Now kiss me before we get dressed.”

“Yeah, we don’t want to explain why it takes us forever to open the door and why you have your shirt on backward.”

“Soon they’ll know and stay far away from the library.” I kiss my love and then reluctantly help her dress.

“Damn. We need to take a naked swim once my parents go back to their house.”

“How about we take a bubble bath together later? I feel so filthy and tense,” she says teasingly, swaying her hips as she walks to the door. I shake my head and am on her again.

“You can’t wave a red flag at a wild bull. Face the wall. Round two has just begun. I want to make sure you’re going to need an intense scrubbing.”

That night we washed and loved each other over and over until the water went cold and I was sure that I put my baby in her.

Nine months later, little Elizabeth was born. “We finally have our daughter,” Mira says, smiling up from me with our angel in her arms.

“But that doesn’t mean we’re done having babies,” I tell her, wagging my brows suggestively.

The meanest look comes over her face, before she whispers through her closed mouth, “Yes, it does.”

I bend down and kiss her lips, stepping a foot back out of her grasp before I add, “No, we have a bunch of rooms to fill.” She laughs, shaking her head, but I’m more stubborn than she is. “We’ll see.”