Page 63 of Spoiled by Daddy's 4 Dirty Friends

“Or what?” She challenges.

I flash a wicked smile as I open the sliding glass door and draw the black-out curtains she insisted on. I shut the door again and see her dropping her dress to the ground. I could spend all night licking and kissing every inch of her gorgeous body. She covers her belly after a moment and her breasts, but I jerk her hands around her back.

“Don’t ruin my view,” I growl.

“Roman.”

“Or I’ll make sitting hard for you.”

Her eyes flutter. “My body is different.”

“Bellisima,” I argue, turning her around while unzipping my jeans and letting them drop to the ground.

While I rub myself against her already damp pussy, I slowly stroke over her skin with just my fingertips. I move across her arms, her collarbone, circling her breast in a tightening spiral until I roll her nipple between my fingers.

“I want a baby,” I purr in her ear as she writhes against me.

“Another one?’

“I wantmybaby inside you.” I jerk her back, thrusting deep inside her.

She moans and holds onto the railing so her shaking legs don’t give out as I thrust into her pussy again and again. She’s always loud, always wet, always sweet. I bite her throat and make sure to give her nipples and her clit attention while claiming her with bite marks across her shoulders and neck.

“Oh fuck.” She groans.

“I think I’ll just have to fuck you until I get what I want,” I threaten before jerking her hair back so I can feast on her mouth again.

Sophia whimpers as we continue. I don’t care if all of New York knows I’m fucking my wife on my balcony, I just know she’s mine. Mine forever.

She comes and drags me with her. I bury myself deep inside her, trying to make sure I’ll get what I want. Sophia stumbles over my feet, her knees threatening to give out, so I drag her back to sit down, my softening cock still inside her.

“What do you think of that?” I ask.

“Yes.” She sighs.

“One more baby?” I smile

“You’re going to have to work at it. Make good on all those dirty fantasies, dates, and still parent.” She says still breathless.

“I’m very good at to-do lists,” I promise.

She laughs and snuggles close to me. “I love you, Roman.”

I open my mouth and hear Emma start crying. Sophia stands up slowly, pulls on my shirt, and kisses me softly. “The joys of parenthood,” She sings.

I catch her hand. “I don’t know. That sounds a lot like happily ever after, Bambina.”

She flashes a huge smile and kisses me again before running inside to comfort our daughter. Being married to Sophia and living with my best friends and children is definitely all I need to be in heaven.

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