Page 30 of Eager Housewife

“Is this because I’m pregnant?”

Is my wife trying to give me a heart attack today?

“You’re really pregnant?” It’s been a month of filling her with my seed, but I suppose I didn’t trust that she would want this like I do. I told myself it might be nothing to her, or a way of placating her demanding husband.

I have been very demanding.

“I’m definitely pregnant.” And her smile confirms it. A slow, radiant smile that lights her face from the inside.

My heart expands so much there’s no room in my chest for my lungs. No stomach either. Nothing but love for Blythe and the family we’ll create together.

“I love you,” I confess again. “I never stop thinking about you. I’m going to take such good care of you and our baby.”

I pull her into my arms and lean back against the sink as she snuggles into me. And for the first time since we got married, I just hold her.

“I love you too,” she says into my chest—she’s ridiculously tiny—right to my heart. It hears. Soaks that good shit up like a plant taking on water.

“I’ve wanted and loved you from the first time we met,” I say roughly. “I fell hard and fast, and I’ve been desperate to admit how much I love you. I’ve tried to tell you with orgasms.”

She splutters with laughter, but nods. “Me too.”

I truly hold her close as I’ve wanted to for this entire month. I squeeze her too tight, like I’d unzip my skin and tuck her safe inside with me. This woman is my everything.

“I’m not going to stop saying ‘I love you’ with orgasms, Blythe.” Grabbing her arse, I hitch her up my body and she clings onto me, her thighs pressing into my waist. I have a hard-on now, because Blythe is my perfect aphrodisiac, but I don’t act on it. Just hold her to me, feeling the heat between us rise. I look into her soft pale blue eyes. They still have tears glistening on her lashes, and I’m both glad and furious. “I don’t deserve you.”

She’s already shaking her head, but I stop her with a kiss.

“You’ll always be my free use housewife,” I tell her between closed-mouth, bruising kisses that I cover her face with. “If you think I’ve been obsessed with you until now, you’re about to see a whole new level now you love me.”

“I loved you from the beginning.”

“Details.” I wrap my arms around her even tighter. “I didn’t know. Now I’m going to spoil you as you deserve. I’ll love you so much you’ll never be able to leave. There’ll be nothing convenient about this marriage anymore, Blythe. You’ve done it. By telling me you love me and you’re pregnant, you’ve guaranteed that you can never even brush past another man for fear I’ll kill them for touching you.”

This is fully unhinged, but I don’t care, because she’s making little whimpering sounds of agreement. It’s true, and my wife needs to understand. Our temporary marriage was only a small part of my obsession, and she has let me off leash.

“We’re going home, and I’ll show you exactly how much I love you. Slowly. Thoroughly. I’m going to take you to our marital home, and if you’re lucky, we’ll end up in our bed before I fill you with all the seed you want. But don’t expect to have most of your orgasms in that bed, wife.”

“Yes,” she whispers. “Yes, to all of that, husband. I’m yours to do with as you like.”

I don’t put her down, and we don’t return to the meeting. They can figure out their nonsense without me. I need to get my wife—who miraculously loves me—home and tell her in more ways that she’s my one and only love.

We get as far as the front foyer where we consummated our marriage, and she wiggles in my arms. Because naturally I carried her over the threshold. This is a new start for us. A more honest but no less erotic stage of our love for each other.

“I’m obsessed with your cunt, wife, and I love you more than you’ll ever know,” I growl as I set her onto her feet and pull up her dress to palm her plump arse. “I’m going to breed you.”

“You already did!” she giggles.

“Little free use housewife.” I press kisses to her jawline, nibbling at her like I might eat her up. “You’re mine and I’ll never let you go.”

She hums happily.

I’m hard as a rock. My girl ispregnant. I got her pregnant, just as she wanted, and I’ll enjoy seeing her swell and ripen and be even more gorgeous as a mother.

My wife loves me. Literally everything is better than I could ever have hoped.

“I’ll celebrate by filling you with my come, showing you how I love you.” I wrap my hand around her neck and hold her to me possessively. “I’m going to make you orgasm on my cock over and over until you’re?—”

“Dad!” My daughter’s horrified voice cuts in. “Oh my god! Blythe, what are you doing? That is disgusting!”