Page 35 of Claimed By my Stepbrother
Preppy shrugs it off. “What, no one’s taught this kid about snitching yet?”
“He’s three, Preppy. Let’s give it a few more years.” Sirena laughs at the whole situation, kissing Brando on the top of the head. “Honey, Preppy is going to get you a new piece of cake. And, he promises he won’t lick this one.”
Brando beams up at Sirena like she’s the wisest woman ever. Preppy scowls and leans over to whisper in my ear. “That was the last slice, Boss.”
I clap my hand on his back. “Well, then. I guess you’ll be going to get another cake, won’t you, buddy.” He gapes at me. “Hey, don’t look at me. You’re the one that licked the icing!”
G Child and Bennie argue across the living room about our youngest son, Novak, spitting up and getting it on them. Clearly, they were not cut out to babysit, so I’m relieved when the door opens, and Emilia walks in with Dean.
They’ve been married for almost as long as Sirena and I have been, and they co-own Arrivederci. Dean has been a wonderful father-figure to Sirena, and he treats Emilia like a queen. The fact that he’s also great with our children is just an added bonus.
We finally make it out of the apartment and into the elevator for a quiet moment of privacy. Sirena is wearing the sexiest dress I’ve ever seen. It’s a beautiful mink velvet that plays off her pale skin tone and hugs her body like a second skin.
“Come give me some sugar, babygirl.” I say, pulling her into me, crashing into her lips as the elevator carries us down to the garage.
“Daddy, you’re going to smudge my lipstick,” she whines playfully. We both know she doesn’t give a fuck about her makeup.
“Oh, baby, when we get home, I’m going to do terrible things to you. Your lipstick will be the least of your worries.”
She giggles and presses closer into my body. After three children, she’s curvier than she used to be, but she’s still the sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Fuck! I’m going to be inside of you all night long,” I growl, unable to pry myself away from her long enough to exit the elevator and walk to the car.
“Knox!” she squeals when my hands move to cover her delectable ass. “We don’t have time for this. We have to be there in—” she checks her watch. “Fifteen minutes!”
“Oh, baby, we have plenty of time. You’re the guest of honor. They can’t have an event without you.” My perfectly sound logic falls on deaf ears as she pulls away from me and walks to the blacked out SUV.
The night is a resounding success. Ivy and her husband came to support Sirena, and Darius approached us about sponsoring a free class for impoverished children in the city.
Close to midnight, I’m finally able to get my wife away from her adoring public. Once we’re outside, I pull her into my arms and walk her backward to the car. Using the fob, I unlock the back door and push her up onto the seat, standing in front of her to shield her from any passersby, with her legs facing me.
“Show me what kind of panties you’re wearing,” I command, my eyes narrowing with lust as she hurriedly complies. “Slide them off, and hand them to me.”
I stuff them into my back pocket as she leans back on her elbows, watching me. I drag my hand up her thigh to rest on her mound, already able to feel the heat of her needy pussy. One finger dips down to circle her hard clit, and her moan of pleasure is my undoing.
Leaning down, I dive beneath the skirt of her dress, letting it drape over my head and shoulders, and lick her until she’s writhing on the leather bench seat.
“Daddy, Ineedyou,” she whines, and who am I to deny her what she wants?
“Up and over,” I say, crawling from underneath the soft fabric. She sits up, scooting across the seat, watching me. I unzip my pants and climb onto the seat beside her, closing and locking the door behind me.
“Come and sit on Daddy’s lap, babygirl,” I command, slowly stroking my aching cock.
When she lines her entrance up with my head and sinks down onto me completely, we both groan in pleasure. We still make love at least once a day, but it never gets old. Every time is still like the first.
She leans down, kissing my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. I turn my head, my lips next to her ear and whisper, “I want to put another baby in you.” She gasps, and her hips move up and down on my cock faster as her tight pussy clenches around me. “You look so beautiful when you’re pregnant.”
She moans, holding onto my shoulders as I thrust my hips up to meet hers. “That’s it, baby. Ride Daddy’s cock.” She does, grinding on me until I’m ready to explode.
“Come on my dick. Now!” I let out a pained moan, and her body begins to shake.
She climaxes above me, shattering as I give her a few more powerful thrusts, pumping my seed into her convulsing pussy. I violently shout out my release, giving her rope after rope of my hot load until it’s completely coating her pussy.
We sit there, leaning against each other for support, until the windows are completely fogged over, and we’re getting chilly. Laughing like teenagers, we straighten our rumpled clothing, clean up as best we can, and fumble our way into the front seat to head home.
I could have the world, and it wouldn’t be enough. It wouldn’t mean a thing without Sirena and my family. We’re all stronger together. We will always face everything together. Her love is vital. If I don’t have her and the kids, I've got nothing. They’re all I really need.