Page 10 of Bred and Butter

“Does that mean you’re going to stay? Here in Bourbon, I mean. Will you travel to all your different locations?”

I hate the question as much as the insecure look on her face. It’s a punch to the gut, but I know this is all happening really fast. She might have been ready for a baby, but now she’s got me begging her to be her baby daddy. I’m asking for trust before I have time to earn it. It’s a lot. I take her in my arms, wishing I could chase away her fears faster.

“Listen to me carefully,” I say, running my knuckles over her fair cheek. “I’m staying wherever you are because we will be a family. Every night when we’re done with work and have tucked in our little one….” My voice drops to a low growl as I walk her back to the kitchen counter. Fingers skim her leg slowly before I lift her up, setting her on the counter, my hands holding her hips tight. Possessive need rolls through me faster than any rage or anger I’ve ever felt. She keeps her arms around my neck and pulls my lips to hers.

“Then what?” Her words brush against my mouth. This is the most important conversation of our lives, and reality paints my back with a sheen of sweat. I clear my throat.

“Then I’ll take you to bed and make sweet, rough love to you as long as you want. I’ll lick your pussy until you shake above me and fuck you with my fingers just to feel you orgasm at my touch. I’m the man Ronnie, the one you want for this job. All you have to do is tell me you want me to, and I’ll give you a baby and multiple orgasms, I swear. I’ve never wanted anything more.”

Her eyes are heavy with lust, but she still manages to mutter. “And if once I’m pregnant, and all this gets too real, you’ll tell me. You won’t stay with us and be miserable. Swear to me you’ll tell me if you’re ever unhappy.”

“I swear to you that I’ll tell you if I’m not happy and when I am….” I kiss her. “…like today, you’ll know that too. I was happy watching you boss around your bakers. I was happy at your front door tonight when I saw you with your hair down in curls.” I love the blush that paints her cheeks. “How about right now with you smiling at me like that? That smile makes me very happy.”

Our mouths connect like dynamite, sealing our fate. I am going to get her pregnant. The certainty ignites something primal inside me.

My hands sweep up her curves, pulling off her dress in one quick movement and tossing it to the floor. I take my time and pay attention to every sound she makes. Every moan and every gasp that escapes when she likes something, and each spot I kiss that makes her hips jerk. She pulls off my clothes just as fast. My belt flies across the room, knocking something over and breaking it, but I can’t bring myself to care. We both laugh against our kiss. Hands roaming, exploring the other's skin. I can’t remember the last time I felt this light and relaxed.

“I have to do this right if it’s going to work,” I say, getting a filthy idea.

Stepping back, I love the whine she gives me when we separate. The fucking goddess is before me, perched on my kitchen counter with a blanket of blonde curls that flow down around her large breasts. The thought of them one day filling with milk and growing larger and heavier to hold has come shining on the tip of my cock.

Quickly I grab the powdered sugar, chocolate syrup, and chopped walnuts. Inside the freezer, I find and grab the ice cream, surrounding her with all the goodies.

“Lay down for me.” Ronnie does as she’s told. Her bare skin lays out across my kitchen island. Situating the food, I crawl on top of her. My legs are on both sides of hers. I take the chocolate sauces and smile down at her as I paint stripes across her gorgeous chest. Across her perky pink nipples, ribs, stomach, and down to her pussy and legs. I take the powdered sugar and dust her body. The sight of her painted body withering beneath me is stunning. As tempting as the dessert looks, it’s her lips I take first. Soft and welcoming, she kisses me as I lower myself across her. Licking and running my mouth across her. I swirl more chocolate into her belly button, making her laugh. Slurping it up turns her laugh into a low moan. Her gorgeous blue-gray eyes widen when my tongue slides down to her throbbing clit. I take the chocolate syrup and paint circles before devouring her flesh.

The sight looking down on her was beautiful, but this view of her watching me eat her out is even better.

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