Page 19 of Dad Bod's Naughty List

I'm so close to an orgasm. Christ, it hasn't even been a minute yet but the feeling in my stomach is back with vengeance, so strong it threatens to destroy me.

And yet, I let it overwhelm me.

"Oh God!" I cry out when the storm explodes inside of me, sweeping me off the shore. I orgasm with a sob, my eyes going bling and that delicious tug warms me over, causing violent tremors to wrack my body.

"I love you, Aria. I would kill for you, do anything for you, Princess," he growls hoarsely pounding into me with such vengeance it sends a storm of heat climbing up my body again and I orgasm with another sob, my body arching off the bed asmy core cinches hard around him, pushing him over the edge with me.

He comes with a roar but most of it is lost as he buries his face in my hair, and I feel more than hear the roughness in his voice. "Fuck, baby!" he grunts, grinding into me and burying his spend in my womb until I have milked him to the last drop.

My head falls back on the bed with a sigh and Orlando follows me down, his heavy breathing matching my own. We lie in silence, reveling in the moment where it's just us. I want to bottle up this moment and live in it forever, but I know that at some point we'll have to get up and deal with my family.

"Hmm, I like the way you smell, princess. Soft and sweet, like a flower." Orlando rasps, kissing my neck. "What do you say we spend all our Christmases this way?"

"In bed, having sex?"

He chuckles, "My little dirty-minded princess. I meant just the two of us." he nuzzles my hair, his soft breath fanning my skin and sending goosebumps licking up my body. "But yes, in bed."

I laugh and realize that I am no longer angry. Orlando makes me happy. In the past year, he's been a constant presence on my side. The only one that truly knows me, and I want to spend every day in his arms.

"Let's do that," I whisper, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders. Feeling content to stay in his arms forever. "Just the two of us."

Epilogue

Five Years Later

Orlando

Loud shrieks tear through the air, cutting through the cozy warmth of our bedroom. I glance over at my wife, still nestled beside me, her hair spilled across the pillow like a halo. She stirs slightly when I lean in and press my lips over her neck, a sleepy smile creeping on her lips.

"I guess the boys found the presents," she chuckles at the commotion coming from the downstairs.

"Hmm," I hum, nuzzling her neck and hugging her close, the warmth of our bed contrasting with the chill of the winter morning outside. The faint glow of Christmas lights twinkles through the window and casts a gentle light across the room.

The laughter from the living room grows louder, bursting through the walls and I can almost picture our sons' wide eyes and grinning faces as they unwrap the presents my wife and I left under the Christmas tree last night. The two boys are the best of friends and after watching the terrible job my father-in-law did with his kids, I vowed to make sure all our kids grew up in a loving home like I did.

"We should get up," Aria whisper, burrowing deeper into the covers. "We have that Christmas dinner to get to later."

This is the first time in five years that her family is holding a family Christmas dinner but this time, it'll be hosted by Fabian who took over as the head of the family a few years ago. Fabian promised Aria a nice dinner without any of the drama she experienced in her last family dinner and although Aria has reconciled with most of her family, her father included, I can tell she's still a little conflicted about going. Nico will not be there, that much I know.

I made sure of it.

Two years ago, Nico got into trouble with the law was arrested for armed robbery and sentenced to five years. To the rest of the family, it was karma waiting to happen. To me, it was pay back for the pain he caused my wife. If Aria suspects I had something to do with her brother’s arrest, she’s never brought it up.

"We don't have to go if you don't want to," I tell her. "We can have our little Christmas dinner like we do every year. Take the kids out for a night stroll and then come back here and make love until we're sure I've planted another baby in you."

"Don't even start," she chuckles, swatting my hand playfully when I slide it around her waist and cup her tits. The sound morphs into a whimper when I pinch her beading nipples between my knuckles. "Oh God, we don't have time for this!"

I lean up and trace my mouth over the slope of her neck and she turns her head to face me. I fall deeper in love with those beautiful blue eyes when they lock on mine. "You are gorgeous, princess," I rasp thickly, wondering once more how I got lucky that I get to wake up to this hot woman every morning.

"It’s you who's unreal," she whispers softly, lifting her hand to trace it over my jaw, her gentle touch causing my hard cock to jut against my sleeping pants. "I can't begin to imagine how my life would have been if I had never met you. I would probably bestuck with some man my father picked for me, living a miserable life. I would never have been brave enough to get into painting or open my own art gallery."

"You would have found a way, princess," I rasp, brushing my lips over hers. "But I am happy I was there for the journey."

Aria smiles, that pretty one that makes her eyes shine brightly. "We should probably get out of bed and check on the kids," she whispers while threading her fingers through my short beard before dropping them to my chest. "I got you a present too. I hid it somewhere you’d never think to look."

I've seen it. The large frame she hid in the garage behind a bunch of stuff. I don't know how she thought I would miss the massive package in the corner of the garage barely concealed by some old lawn chairs with a little tarp over it.

"I can't wait to see it," I say, honest in my words. I've seen the gift and I know it's a painting from its packaging shape, but I didn't look. "I got you something too." I lean down and kiss her. She makes a low mewling sound as I deepen the kiss, slowly winding our tongues together. "You are going to love it."

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