AllFreeNovel
Share Us
But this is my baby, Emerson’s baby, and I love the little bean so much already. With Scarlett as a mom, I know everything will be okay.
“Just open her creamy thighs and wake her up with a good morning kiss,” Emerson says with amusement. He comes over to me and presses a kiss to the side of my head. “You know you want to.” He chuckles. “I’ll be back in a few hours. Keep her safe.”
“I always do.”
Emerson has been beating himself up for months now because he still hasn’t been able to find who tried to take our wife away from us the night of Bonnie’s gala. He’s spent countless hours and even hired people to investigate. Nothing. No cameras, no evidence, nothing.
Thankfully, there haven't been any other attacks. We haven’t been taking any chances, though. We’ve hardly left the house. Not even for doctor appointments. We had the doctor come here with any needed equipment. The only time Scarlett has left the house, has been to walk the property grounds.
She's been so damn good about all of it. She understood after that night just how dangerous our world can be. And while we can’t always live in fear, our main priority is keeping her and the baby safe. While she’s pregnant, she will remain on this property.
Any time she's bored, we go swimming, read in the library, play in the game room, or watch movies in the theater room. Honestly, we have so many things to do in this house. It would be the perfect place to stay during a zombie apocalypse.
She also spends a lot of her time doing her online classes. I can tell she misses going in person, and once we figure everything out, I’ll convince Emerson to let her attend on campus again. At least on the days that he can stay home with the baby. I still plan on going with her and being her bodyguard. I should have been by her side the night of the gala, but she was with Emerson; I thought she would have been safe.
It’s crazy how fast time has gone by. For Christmas, Scarlett insisted on decorating the mansion, and well… it looked like Santa's workshop puked all over the place. No one said anything, at least to her face, because the pure joy radiating from her was everything, and I would have shot anyone who threatened to take that away from her.
For New Year’s, we rang it in just the three of us. It was perfect. Leaving to attend a party was out of the question, and Emerson flat-out refused to have a bunch of people over when any one of them could have been involved in Scarlett’s attack.
But it worked out due to Scarlett being so far along; she would have gotten tired quickly, and we’d have left any party well before the ball dropped.
Scarlett proved that by falling asleep around ten. We woke her up long enough to give her a New Year's kiss.
Scarlett makes a grumbling sound in her sleep, pulling me out of my inner ramblings. She doesn’t wake, just moves a little. She hates how big she is and is always telling us how she doesn’t feel pretty.
Showing her just how wrong she is has become my favorite thing to do because I think she’s beyond fucking sexy. Her belly is big and round with our baby. Her tits are fucking fantastic. So big and heavy. I can’t wait until they’re filled with milk.
The longer I watch her sleep, the better Emerson’s idea sounds.
My cock is already hard, leaking pre-cum. Scarlett is naked, just a thin sheet covering the lower half of her body. She likes to sleep naked because she’s always hot. And that means any thick blankets on the bed are a no-go.
When she moved, it shifted the sheet to expose her mouth-watering tits.
“Fuck it,” I growl and pull the blanket off her. We’ve woken her up like this a few times. She’s done the same to us, waking us up with her lips wrapped around our cocks.
My mouth waters, needing to taste her sweet pussy. She’s been so stressed with getting the house ready for the baby that she’s been too tired to do anything. As much as we love her sexy body and doing all the nasty, dirty things to it, we respect her when she says she doesn’t want to have sex. And it’s not like we don’t fuck. Emerson has made me his own personal fuck toy the last few weeks. It’s been helping him a lot with his stress from work, and you don’t see me complaining.
Last night, she said she was aching and wanted us to come take care of it. My girl was so tired, she fell asleep the moment I slid into her tight heat. Wanting to let her sleep, I had Emerson suck me off.
And now, I’m going to do what I wanted to do the night before. Carefully, I part her thighs and groan when I see how wet she is already. “Fucking hell, Cupcake. You're too hard to resist,” I murmur before bending over and running my nose up her pussy, inhaling deeply. My eyes roll back for a moment, and I snap. My tongue swipes up her slit, gathering as much of her juices as I can before I dive in for more.
“Oh, oh god,” Scarlett’s sleepy voice gasps above me.
“Morning, Cupcake,” I murmur against her core. “Be a good girl and lay back so I can finish my breakfast.”
“Alistair,” she whimpers as I start to feast on her cunt. She tastes so fucking good. Knowing she needs more, I slide two fingers deep inside her. She gasps and writhes on the bed as I fuck her with my fingers and suck on her clit. Her pussy is so wet I can hear the evidence of it as I thrust in and out of her.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, trying to grind her pussy against my mouth but with the belly in the way she can’t move much. “Alistair,” she whines, and I move closer so I can get a better suction on her clit. “Oh, god!” she screams out her approval.
Needing some attention myself, I use my free hand to pull my dripping cock out of my boxers. I growl against her pussy as I start to jack myself off with an urgent need.
“I’m so close, baby, so fucking close. Don’t stop,” she practically sobs.
I don’t. I suck and lick, thrusting my fingers in and out, crooking them in just the right spot all while I’m racing toward my own orgasm.
“I’m cumming, fuck Alistair, I’m cumming!” she screams. And she's so fucking beautiful, too. Her pussy clamps down around my fingers as I continue to fuck her with them through her release. She's sobbing my name as her body shakes out her release, her juices dripping down my hand and onto the bed below.
“I love you, Alistair,” she whimpers, her voice cracking from her cries of pleasure.
