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  “Look at me baby. Come on Care Bear, open your eyes.” When she finally opens her eyes and gives me that glassy desired filled gaze, I lower my head and kiss her with all the love I hold in my heart. The kiss is not about sex, but about making sure she can feel the emotion I have been holding in. When I finally pull back from her mouth, I grab her face and make sure she is looking at me.

  “I love you, Carrie Ann. I love you with all I am, and I swear I always will. Thank you for bringing my son into the world. I can never repay you for that gift.” I can feel the moisture in my eyes and ordinarily I would feel like a pansy ass, but right now I don’t care.

  “I love you so much Dex and I am happy that fate brought us all together. Now fuck me.”

  Who am I to question a direct order? Rearing back on my knees, I lift her legs up to her ears needing to be as deep as possible inside her and precede to do as she requested. I pound my dick in and out of her, the whole time holding off my impending release, needing her to come first.

  “Yes Dex. Oh God. You feel so good inside me. Harder Dex. Fuck me harder.”

  “Fuck Carrie. Stop saying shit like that. I am barely holding on here. Fucking tight ass pussy is pushing me to my limit.” Stalling for one second, I am blindsided by a vision that comes over me. Even with the suddenness of the thought, I have no doubt it is right and exactly what I want. Pulling out of her, I flip her onto her stomach and bring her ass up in the air; before rocking myself back in, I take a bite out of one ass cheek pleased with myself and turn to do the other. When I feel she has enough marks on her ass from me, I grab her by her hair; slam my cock back inside my woman and prepare to see my mission through.

  “You want me to breed you again don’t you baby? To be round and swollen with my seed inside you again; marking you for the whole world to see, so every man that thinks of flirting with my woman knows she is already taken and her pussy is more than satisfied. Hell yea.” She doesn’t respond, but her pussy contracts and gushes even more all over my cock leaking out and dripping onto my thighs.

  “Tell me Carrie. Say it. Don’t be scared baby. This time you will not be alone. I will never leave you and our children. Say it. I need to hear you say it. Say breed me Dex. Give me your seed.” I have no idea what has come over me, but the red haze I see at the clawing need I have for her to give me another son.

  “Say it baby. Say it and I will give you what you want. What we both want.” I haven’t stopped pulverizing her fucking pussy. Setting a punishing pace. Shit. My balls are drawing up and I can feel all the cum gathering in anticipation, but I refuse to blow until she gives me what I want. I reach around and play with her clit and like I expect she starts to go crazy every time I stop.

  “Ok. Ok. Dex I love you so much. Give me your seed Dex. Breed me. Please just don’t stop.”

  “Done.”

  What the fucking fuck was that? I am so done right now. Snuggled against his chest, I am listening to his ragged breaths. They match my own and I am covered in sweat, which means I am freezing again.

  “What are you thinking about, Care Bear?” He asks. His hands are tracing the tats on my back.

  “I need some new ink.” I say. While not a lie, I am not ready to discuss what just happened.

  “Yeah? When was your last tat done?”

  “You did it.”

  “Let’s go. We can go to the shop, while no one is there.”

  “Right now? It’s still storming, and I don’t even know what I want.”

  “Let me choose. Do you trust me?” He asks as he gets out of bed.

  “Yes of course.” I say as I make for my closet.

  I pull on a pair of El’s basketball shorts, that I stole from him last summer after he threw me in the pool. When I go to slide on my rain boots, he is staring at me with his hands across his chest.

  “Whose are those?” He demands. His jealousy surprises me, but I guess it shouldn’t. I start laughing.

  “Don’t laugh. Tell me.”

  “They are El’s.” I say.

  “Change.” He demands and that makes my pussy wet all over again. I walk back into my closet I and pull out some ancient cheerleading shorts. I slide those on. Since DJ, my ass has gotten significantly bigger. My ass cheeks hang out. When I go back to my boots, I make a show of bending over. He growls and comes up behind me.

  “Do you know what you are doing?” He demands.

  “Yes.” I say, breathlessly.

  He grinds his cock into my ass. In these shorts it would so easy to slide them aside and fuck me again. He doesn’t do that though.

  “You are teasing a man, baby. A man doesn’t need all these trappings. Go put some fuckin’ clothes on so I can ink my brand on you. Then I’ll play with your pretty pussy some more.”

  HOLY SHIT.

  When Dex says he is all in, he really means it. The complete 180 has my head spinning, but in a good way. I could get used to this and I suppose I will get used to it. I literally run to do what he says and pull on some jeans with a Queens Ink long sleeve tee. When I come back out, he smiles. I put my boots on and we run out to his car.

  “Much better, Care Bear.”

  I buckle myself in. Once we pull out of the driveway, he grabs my hand and pulls it over to his lap. I am feeling all kinds of ways. He pulls me out of my silence with his chatter.

  “I think we should have a BBQ.” He says out of nowhere.

  What is with all the BBQ’s around here? I don’t get them, but whatever they are kind of fun.

  “You want to have a barbeque at my parents’ house? You have no space at your apartment.”

  “I was thinking at our house.” He says casually.

  “Our house? What house?” I question.

  He unlocks our fingers and reaches into his pocket and pulls a key out along with a piece of paper, which he hands me. I open it. I am shocked.

  “You bought the Old Haakonsson Longhouse?” It is a beautiful home built in the 1920s. It is an old Viking style house about ten minutes outside of town. Everyone knows about this house. I am a little overwhelmed by the gesture.

  “I did.”

  “For us?” I am still in shock.

  “Of course, for us.” He laughs. I am surprised.

  “That was very Christian Grey of you.” I say wryly. The look of confusion on his face says it all.

  “Who the fuck is that? Do you have lots of guys buying you houses?” He demands.

  It’s my turn to laugh. “Uh, no. He is a fictional character. I foresee a movie marathon in our future.”

  “I don’t like him.” He says, his frown evident.

  “Too bad. I do.”

  “So, we will have a BBQ at our new house?” He asks changing the subject.

  “Yes. It sounds amazing.” We have already wasted so much time. I won’t be adding to it.

  When we get to the shop, we go to his station immediately.

  “Sit.” He says gruffly. Again, I hop to it.

  “What are you going to do?”

  “I thought you trusted me?”

  “I do.”

  “Close your eyes then.” I do.

  Once he turns on the tattoo gun, I go into a space inside me. It is intimate having the man you love tattoo you. It doesn’t take him long. When I open my eyes, they immediately fill with tears. There is an infinity symbol with our names inside it

  “This is beautiful.” I say.

  “Miles is putting mine on me tomorrow.”

  “Matching tattoos? That’s like really official.” I say, giggling.

  “You’re it for me, Care Bear.”

  “You’re it for me.” I say, kissing him. “I think you said you were going to play with my pussy.”

  “I believe you are right, love.” He kisses me again and that kiss ends with us breathless and naked on his table.

  We are going to have a fantastic life, I think as I try to locate my panties.

  “Did I have panties on?” I ask him. He is buckling his belt, and then h
e laughs. A full-on belly laugh.

  “No, you didn’t. I really liked that.” I finish getting dressed and we head back to my house shaking my head.

  Men.

  2 weeks later

  What a difference, two weeks make. Carrie and I are in a much better place than how we started. It has been an adjustment of course. Both of us have been used to living alone for the most part and adding accountability to one another has been a bit, different. But, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  We moved into our new home the weekend after our rainy night escapades and to say DJ loves his new home is an understatement. He runs through the house like a kid on a sugar high in McDonalds Play place. Not to mention the open yard he has. Our home is quite big. It has five bedrooms, a playroom, fully finished basement, and it sits on 20 acres of land. My boy is going to have fun growing up here.

  But daddy is going to have even more fun filling it up with babies. Right now, we are working on it as my love sits astride my cock bouncing up and down on it.

  “That’s it baby. Ride that motherfucker and show him how much you want this cock. Fuck Carrie. I love fucking you from under you. I get to suck on these luscious tits, picturing your big stomach in between us, and leaking all that sweet cream from your nipples. Damn it. I cannot hold off baby. Hang on.” I flex my cock inside her. Grab her hips and slam her up and down on me, meeting her at every thrust. I know she is going to have marks on her hips from me and that makes me harder and more imperative I squeeze some more.

  “Dex. Oh God. I can’t. It feels so good baby. I love how much you fill me up and i can feel everything from this way. Shit. Dex, I am about to come. Oh yes, yes, yes….please finish.”

  I love it when she begs me. But, she knows she won’t get it until I get what I want.

  “Then tell me what I want to hear baby and I will release you.”

  “Breed me Dex. I love you.” Every damn time, hearing her say it to me takes me over.

  “I love you too baby. AHhhhhhhhhh.” Fuck. It’s never enough. Both of us are shaking from the aftershocks. She is laid out across me, running her fingers across the infinity symbol I got tattooed across my chest, like she does every time.

  “We got to get up Dex. Portia should be here any moment and your friend Perry should be here soon as well. I think most of the guests should start arriving soon and DJ is not up from his nap yet.” Kissing her head, I chuckle a bit. My baby worries more than a little bit. About everything.

  “Calm down Care Bear. All the meat is marinating and ready for the grill. Everyone is bringing a side and I put DJ in his outfit before I put him down for his nap. El is picking up Perry. He will call when they are on their way and Portia is set to arrive in half an hour. More than enough time for us to get ready. Now go jump in the shower. I will start the grill, so it can be warming up.” I kiss her lips on last time as I have gotten accustomed to doing. One, because I can’t get enough of touching and tasting her whenever I can, and two because it seems to calm her down.

  “Ok you’re right. I love you.” she says before running into the bathroom.

  I go downstairs, grab the platters to set out on the picnic tables, along with the coolers and fill them with ice. I turn on the grill to start heating it up, when I get a buzz message on my phone. It is from El telling me, they are on their way. Excellent. Portia should be here at the same time, so they can help with the rest of the set up.

  About 20 minutes later, Carrie comes down and as usual she makes me hard just looking at her. She is not wearing anything risqué, but her innocent sexiness is a fucking turn on. She looks so young and carefree. Devoid of makeup and jewelry. The jewelry part I intend to fix after the BBQ tonight.

  “El and Perry should be here any second.”

  “Ok. Sounds good. What do you need me to do babe?”

  “Bring your sexy ass over here and give your man a kiss.” Nothing makes me feel taller than when she does as I ask, without hesitation. Her absolute trust in me is blinding, considering everything I put her through. I kiss her with the all-consuming need I feel whenever she is around and right as I go to lift her onto the table, DJ calls for her through his monitor. Taking one last nibble, she walks away to go my son.

  Suddenly I hear a horn and know El and Perry have arrived. Adjusting my dick and giving myself a second to calm down, I wait a minute or two before walking out greet them.

  Perry and I met when I was doing my travel tattooing thing. He is not inked, but he brought a bunch of Chinese businessman to my pop-up shop and they each got some ink. He and I got to talking and the rest they say is history. If I could pick a best friend, he would be the closest thing to it.

  When I finally walk outside, I see El first. I make to look for Perry but notice by the side of the garage he is leaning on the car, while talking to a young lady and running his fingers down her face. It takes a second for me to figure out this must be Portia. I make to go and greet them both after thanking and shaking hands with El. Before I make it to her car, he pulls her in for a kiss and I immediately stop and turn around.

  Nope. Not getting involved. I’m sure Portia will fill Carrie in and I will hear about it later.

  The BBQ is underway, everyone is having a good time and Carrie is in her element. Whether she realizes it or not, my girl has come out and blossomed since she got her own. Having something to call her own and not paid for by her parents; has made her feel more of a woman and it shows in the way her confidence is displayed. She has an outward glow.

  The truly funny thing is watching El strut around with this tiny little baby girl strapped to his chest. Watching this grown man go gaga over his kid is pretty hilarious. But I must admit to, being a bit envious, because I missed that part of being a father.

  “Hey Lil bro. It looks good. I am truly proud of you.” Hearing Miles say that to me, feels great. He might not be my father, but he is a father figure to me in every way that counts.

  “Thank you, man. And thank you for everything.”

  “When are you going to make an honest woman of her?” Of course, Miles cannot give in to the emotion and he changes the subject. Respecting his wishes, I answer his question.

  “Sooner than you know brother. Sooner than you know. What about your lady. Am I going to meet her soon?”

  When I turn to look at him, I notice his attention is not on me. He is staring across the yard at someone and it isn’t until I see a woman turn and smile at him, blush then drop her head that I know who it is.

  “No fucking way. Jacquie. Your dating Jacquie Sherwood? Does Kennedy and Sterling know?”

  “Lower your fucking voice, Dex. And, Yes Kennedy knows. We are not ready to tell anyone else yet, because we both have shit to work out. But she is it Dex and I won’t have people talking shit about her. As if she isn’t worthy or good enough. Got it?” Holding my hands up, I move a ways away in a show of surrender and tell him, “Look, no judgement here. I’m happy for you.”

  With that, I hug him and walk away. I saw Carrie go into the kitchen and I follow her. Right before I make it around the corner, I hear a squeal and run to see if she is ok. The scene I come upon is more than I bargained for.

  “Perry what the hell?” he looks at me with an apology as he buttons his shirt and fixes his hair. But he also blocks my view from seeing Portia fix her skirt and her hair. I recognize the stance because it is the way I am about Carrie. I am trying to pull Carrie away from the scene, but of course she is not having it.

  “Portia, what is going on? I didn’t realize you knew each other.” Perry is looking to me for help, but I shrug and walk away.

  Right before I make it out of the living room, I hear Carrie say.

  “Now you know you have to tell me everything, right?” I chuckle a bit. That’s my girl.

  Looks like the BBQ just got more interesting.

  Two Weeks Later

  Have I mentioned how much I dislike BBQ’s? My hair still fucking stinks like applewood bacon. I feel like it has seeped
into the wood grain of the house and is mocking me. My mom took DJ last night and when I woke up this morning, Dex’s side of the bed was cold. I miss him, but I don’t know how long he was not in bed.

  The first thing I do is bolt for the bathroom. I just know Dex has succeeded in knocking me up, again. I missed my period a few days ago and the only other time that happened, DJ was born nine months later. God, between his filthy mouth and his cock is it any wonder? I have been on that cock more than I’ve been on my feet in the last two weeks. Ugh.

  Being pregnant the first time was not fun. I gave birth alone because it happened at noon and my brother and parents were at work. By the time they got to the hospital it was all done, but it was the scariest two hours of my life. It was a surprising quick birth, being my first.

  I bought a pregnancy test a few days ago because we haven’t been preventing this, if anything we have been trying. I do my business and set the test on the counter, while waiting rather impatiently. I wash my hands and quickly brush my teeth. When it pops up positive, I smile.

  Eager to begin my day, I get in the shower. I am soaping my skin, when I feel his eyes on me. I wonder if I will always feel the connection between us, like I do now? When I turn my head looking over my shoulder, I see him stroking his massive cock. I smile.

  “Are you joining me?” I ask.

  “I already showered, but I am enjoying the show.” He says, his hand slowly moving up and down. I finish rinsing off and push the glass door open. Grabbing my towel, I make a show of drying off.

  When I start to walk out of the bathroom, he lifts me into his arms and carries me to our bed. When his lips meet mine, I open for him and our tongues tangle. He flicks the ring on my nipple and I almost come from that alone. When he slides his cock into my already wet pussy, I feel the heavy Prince Albert piercing for every single inch he slides into me.

  “Fuck, Dex. Give it to me.” I start mumbling nonsense and close my eyes.