The Rockers' Babies
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“I haven’t seen my vagina in at least a month.” She looked a little self-conscious as I continued to stare down at her beautiful body. “Is something going on down there that I need to know about?”
I let out a soul deep laugh. That was the way it always felt these days. My very soul was happy. It was all thanks to Layla and the family she had given me. Without her, Lucy, and Lana then my life would have an empty void that I never would have known how to fill. “Nope. Nothing going on down here. Yet.” I dived into her pussy, inhaling that sweet, aroused scent that made me hard all over again. “But I promise there will definitely be something going on in just a second.”
“Oh… Oh dear Gods!” she moaned as I licked from bottom to top, drinking up every drop of her desire as I let my tongue twirl around her clit. My jaw was scruffy from not having shaved today and I let it caress her sensitive thighs, driving her need for me up a few more notches.
Layla’s nails scraped across my bald head, her legs trembling from the force of the orgasm I was building deep inside of her. I sucked her clit into my mouth, nipped at it with my teeth. She was panting; her little cries muffled with her left hand over her mouth. I sucked harder, needing to bring my woman the pleasure she had just given me.
“Jess… Please…”
I thrust one finger inside of her carefully. She was so close, her inner walls already starting to contract around my finger. I added a second, stretching her, searching for her hidden G-spot. When I found it she erupted and my fingers were suddenly drenched with her release. I lifted my head so I could watch her.
Her head was tossed back, her eyes scrunched closed, as she tried to hide her cries of pleasure. I kept stroking two fingers inside of her, driving her closer and closer to a second climax. One was never enough for her—or me. I needed to satisfy my wife until she couldn’t handle it and begged me to stop.
It took less than a minute and she was convulsing around my fingers again, soaking the sheets just as I had wanted. I pulled my hand away reluctantly, licking her desire from my fingers as if it were going to be my last taste of paradise.
She was shaking with the force of her pleasure and I crawled up the bed and pulled her back against my front. I moved her hair aside and kissed a path up her neck until I reached her ear. “You’re so sexy, Layla. You are my little goddess. My everything,” I whispered into her ear as her body began to relax and her breathing evened out. “I’ll love you for eternity.”
Soon she was fast asleep. Exhausted from our day out at the park, followed by two mind-blowing orgasms at my hands. I stayed there, holding her for another hour before getting out of bed and dressing. I promised Shane I would meet him and everyone else in the park later and I needed to leave now before I decided to bail and fall asleep with Layla instead.
When I left the bedroom I found Lana and Drake on the couch in the living area. Lana wasn’t allowed to do the haunted houses as pregnant as she was, and Drake didn’t want to leave her so they had stayed in when everyone else had gone out the last two nights. Watching Lucy for me, taking care of Mia for Nik and Emmie.
A scary movie was on. One I didn’t know anything about. It looked gory and disgusting, but Lana was engrossed in it. Clinging to Drake like a big baby. My sister-in-law was a freak. Enjoying being scared. Drake didn’t seem to mind. Any reason for his wife to be all over him, he took it.
I picked up my key card from the coffee table where I had left it. “I’m going to go meet the others,” I told them, but only Drake lifted his head. “Lucy wake up yet?”
“Nah, man. She’s out for the count. But if she does I’ll order her something to eat. Have fun.”
“I’ll try.” Scary houses weren’t my thing, but this was Shane’s bachelor party. I was surprised as hell when he had said this was what he wanted to do. Even after the shit that had gone down with Drake’s party, I was sure Shane would want something that involved a few strippers at the least. I guess he was so twisted up with Harper he really had changed his ways.
That made me smile and I left the penthouse determined to enjoy myself for the sake of my friend.
Drake
I barely heard the door shut behind Jesse.
We were spread out on the long couch, with Angel’s head on my chest and her long legs entwined with mine. I couldn’t even remember the name of the creepy-as-fuck movie we were watching. My attention wasn’t on the screen half the time anyway.
Between the scent of Angel’s freshly washed hair, the feel of her soft body, and the way our daughter kept kicking me in the side, I was distracted on a whole new level than normal. My chest literally ached with happiness and it almost hurt to breathe. My angel had been my wife for nearly two years and I still had a hard time believing that it was all real.
When the baby kicked again Lana let out a soft groan and switched positions. “I think she is going to be a ninja,” she grumbled.
I grinned. “Probably,” I agreed, brushing my lips over her slightly damp hair. “We can put her in karate or something. That way I don’t have to worry about all those fucking boys messing with my baby girl.”
She snorted. “Yeah right. Drake Stevenson is going to be the scariest daddy on the block. Boys are going to pee their pants when they meet you for the first time.” Her dark head lifted from my chest and I was rewarded with the sight of that beautiful smile of hers. “I’ll record it and we can have our own personal scary movie.”
I tapped her on the hip with my hand, making a slight smacking sound but nothing that would hurt her. She giggled and my dick twitched. That pretty sound never failed to make me hard as a rock. “Be good, woman,” I commanded, pulling her head back down onto my chest. As much as I wanted to carry her off to bed and sink as deep as possible into her tight little body, we were on babysitting duty tonight.
Emmie and Nik hadn’t gone out, but they had still asked if I would listen for Mia in case she woke up. I was worried about Em. I hadn’t seen her so sick in years and I wanted her to have a good night’s rest.
Lana relaxed against me once again, turning her attention back to the crappy movie we had rented. I stroked my fingers through her long, dark hair enjoying the silky strands against my rougher flesh…
I was half asleep when I felt my phone vibrating from my front jeans pocket. I pulled it out and glanced down at the screen with a frown. It was a text message from the producer’s assistant for America’s Rocker.
I let out a soul deep laugh. That was the way it always felt these days. My very soul was happy. It was all thanks to Layla and the family she had given me. Without her, Lucy, and Lana then my life would have an empty void that I never would have known how to fill. “Nope. Nothing going on down here. Yet.” I dived into her pussy, inhaling that sweet, aroused scent that made me hard all over again. “But I promise there will definitely be something going on in just a second.”
“Oh… Oh dear Gods!” she moaned as I licked from bottom to top, drinking up every drop of her desire as I let my tongue twirl around her clit. My jaw was scruffy from not having shaved today and I let it caress her sensitive thighs, driving her need for me up a few more notches.
Layla’s nails scraped across my bald head, her legs trembling from the force of the orgasm I was building deep inside of her. I sucked her clit into my mouth, nipped at it with my teeth. She was panting; her little cries muffled with her left hand over her mouth. I sucked harder, needing to bring my woman the pleasure she had just given me.
“Jess… Please…”
I thrust one finger inside of her carefully. She was so close, her inner walls already starting to contract around my finger. I added a second, stretching her, searching for her hidden G-spot. When I found it she erupted and my fingers were suddenly drenched with her release. I lifted my head so I could watch her.
Her head was tossed back, her eyes scrunched closed, as she tried to hide her cries of pleasure. I kept stroking two fingers inside of her, driving her closer and closer to a second climax. One was never enough for her—or me. I needed to satisfy my wife until she couldn’t handle it and begged me to stop.
It took less than a minute and she was convulsing around my fingers again, soaking the sheets just as I had wanted. I pulled my hand away reluctantly, licking her desire from my fingers as if it were going to be my last taste of paradise.
She was shaking with the force of her pleasure and I crawled up the bed and pulled her back against my front. I moved her hair aside and kissed a path up her neck until I reached her ear. “You’re so sexy, Layla. You are my little goddess. My everything,” I whispered into her ear as her body began to relax and her breathing evened out. “I’ll love you for eternity.”
Soon she was fast asleep. Exhausted from our day out at the park, followed by two mind-blowing orgasms at my hands. I stayed there, holding her for another hour before getting out of bed and dressing. I promised Shane I would meet him and everyone else in the park later and I needed to leave now before I decided to bail and fall asleep with Layla instead.
When I left the bedroom I found Lana and Drake on the couch in the living area. Lana wasn’t allowed to do the haunted houses as pregnant as she was, and Drake didn’t want to leave her so they had stayed in when everyone else had gone out the last two nights. Watching Lucy for me, taking care of Mia for Nik and Emmie.
A scary movie was on. One I didn’t know anything about. It looked gory and disgusting, but Lana was engrossed in it. Clinging to Drake like a big baby. My sister-in-law was a freak. Enjoying being scared. Drake didn’t seem to mind. Any reason for his wife to be all over him, he took it.
I picked up my key card from the coffee table where I had left it. “I’m going to go meet the others,” I told them, but only Drake lifted his head. “Lucy wake up yet?”
“Nah, man. She’s out for the count. But if she does I’ll order her something to eat. Have fun.”
“I’ll try.” Scary houses weren’t my thing, but this was Shane’s bachelor party. I was surprised as hell when he had said this was what he wanted to do. Even after the shit that had gone down with Drake’s party, I was sure Shane would want something that involved a few strippers at the least. I guess he was so twisted up with Harper he really had changed his ways.
That made me smile and I left the penthouse determined to enjoy myself for the sake of my friend.
Drake
I barely heard the door shut behind Jesse.
We were spread out on the long couch, with Angel’s head on my chest and her long legs entwined with mine. I couldn’t even remember the name of the creepy-as-fuck movie we were watching. My attention wasn’t on the screen half the time anyway.
Between the scent of Angel’s freshly washed hair, the feel of her soft body, and the way our daughter kept kicking me in the side, I was distracted on a whole new level than normal. My chest literally ached with happiness and it almost hurt to breathe. My angel had been my wife for nearly two years and I still had a hard time believing that it was all real.
When the baby kicked again Lana let out a soft groan and switched positions. “I think she is going to be a ninja,” she grumbled.
I grinned. “Probably,” I agreed, brushing my lips over her slightly damp hair. “We can put her in karate or something. That way I don’t have to worry about all those fucking boys messing with my baby girl.”
She snorted. “Yeah right. Drake Stevenson is going to be the scariest daddy on the block. Boys are going to pee their pants when they meet you for the first time.” Her dark head lifted from my chest and I was rewarded with the sight of that beautiful smile of hers. “I’ll record it and we can have our own personal scary movie.”
I tapped her on the hip with my hand, making a slight smacking sound but nothing that would hurt her. She giggled and my dick twitched. That pretty sound never failed to make me hard as a rock. “Be good, woman,” I commanded, pulling her head back down onto my chest. As much as I wanted to carry her off to bed and sink as deep as possible into her tight little body, we were on babysitting duty tonight.
Emmie and Nik hadn’t gone out, but they had still asked if I would listen for Mia in case she woke up. I was worried about Em. I hadn’t seen her so sick in years and I wanted her to have a good night’s rest.
Lana relaxed against me once again, turning her attention back to the crappy movie we had rented. I stroked my fingers through her long, dark hair enjoying the silky strands against my rougher flesh…
I was half asleep when I felt my phone vibrating from my front jeans pocket. I pulled it out and glanced down at the screen with a frown. It was a text message from the producer’s assistant for America’s Rocker.
