Two years later.
“It’s twins,” Camilla says as she lies in the chair.
She’s finally taken a day off from the bakery. It’s been up and running for the last two years, and it’s the best bakery in the city, but she’s driving herself to exhaustion. It’s worrying me, especially if she is carrying twins again.
Luckily, Marco, her old friend, works part-time there to help her out, so the bakery is covered for the day. That might have to become a permanent position for the big guy.
“No, it isn’t. The chance of that happening again is so slim,” I say, remembering how we already have Olivia and Oliver, then Ashley and Ashton.
“The last time I was this big was when I was pregnant with Ashley and Ashton. I’m telling you, it’s twins.”
“And I’m telling you, it’s just a big boy ready to take over the family business.”
She cuts her eyes to me; if looks could kill, I’d be dead.
“Kidding. He can do whatever he wants.” But I know how these things work, Oliver will want to take over, and he’ll take his baby brother under his wing. My daughters? I don’t care what I have to do; they will never see a weapon in a day in their life.
“Are we ready to find out the gender?” The doctor finally comes in, chipper as ever, but I can see the few beads of sweat on her brow.
She knows who I am, and she’s nervous.
“Yes. We’re ready.”
“Perfect,” she sings, lifting the gown above my wife’s stomach.
We got married the day after Taylor and Xavier tried to kill us. We didn’t want to wait anymore, not after everything that happened.
Jelly is squirted on her belly, and Camilla hisses.
“What is it?” I stand from the rolling chair.
“Just cold. That’s all, baby. Just cold.” She pats my hand, and I sit down again, staring at the screen while the doctor swirls her wand over Camilla’s stomach.
“Let’s see here. Oh, there it is.”
A quick heartbeat whooshes through the speakers, and I’m in awe. I can’t believe I missed this the first time. “Is she, he, healthy?” I ask, needing to know.
“Oh, yes, so—” she pauses, moving the wand and clicking buttons.
I do not like it when buttons click.
“What? What is it? What’s wrong? Don’t keep us waiting,” I bark at the lady, and she jumps.
“Luca, let her work. She’s thinking. Don’t be like that.” Camilla rubs my arm, and I nod, taking a few deep breaths.
I’ve become very protective since she told me she was pregnant again. I don’t want anything to go wrong. I need everything to be perfect. I want it to be how it was the first time
“I’m sorry. It looks like one was hiding this entire time. You’re having twins! How wonderful. Three times in a row, that’s truly special!” she jokes, but all I hear is get my wife pregnant as many times as I can, no matter how possessive it sounds.
“Twins?” I rasp. “Really? Again?” Oh my God, I’m going to have six kids in total.
“Really. And it looks like they are girls. Congratulations. Looks like you’ll be outnumbered, Dad,” she informs. “I’ll print out some pictures. Congratulations.”
“Girls.” I smile, leaning over to kiss Camilla. “Thank you. Thank you so much. I’ll get them the biggest dollhouse. I’m so happy. I can’t wait for them to be here. I’m…” I get emotional, something I only do with Camilla. “I’m so fucking thankful.” I cup her belly and wish I could protect them right now, but the safest place they can be is right where they are.
“Two girls…are you ready for that?”
“Are you kidding, Beautiful Girl? I was made for dress-up and tea parties. I believe I became a professional with Ashley and Ashton.”
“Don’t forget the makeup.”
I grumble under my breath. “I couldn’t, considering I promised I wouldn’t wash Olivia’s and Ashley’s masterpiece off. I had to go to work like that.”
Camilla giggles. “And I wish I could have seen their faces.”
I did.
Parker is first on the list. I’m going to make sure Olivia gets him next time. He’ll think twice about laughing at me then.
“Two more girls,” she sighs, rubbing her stomach. “You’ve been amazing, you know,” she says out of nowhere. “You’re the best father. It’s been so amazing seeing you with them. I wish we had that with Oliver and Olivia, but you would have been just like this. Protective and loving. I’m the luckiest woman alive.” She groans, placing her hands on either side of her stomach.
“What is it?”
“Just a kick to the bladder. I feel they will already be Daddy’s girls if they treat me like this.”
I grin, helping her slip down from the exam table. “I hope so.”
Reaching behind her, I tug on the tie from the hospital-like gown and watch it fall to the floor, puddling at our feet.
“Fuck, you’re sexy.” I rub my hands over her stomach and pin her against the table.
“I’m a whale.”
“No, you’re carrying my children, and nothing gets me hotter than that.”
“Well, this is going to be the last set. I’m done after that,” she sasses, nipping at my lip.
“Is that so?” I cup her pussy and swirl my thumb over her clit, but I don’t apply any pressure. “If that’s what you want, I understand, but I want you to know, I’ll give you as many kids as you want because seeing you pregnant….” I growl, gripping her hand and rubbing it against my hardening cock; I let her know how much I want her. “It does something to me. I always want to keep you pregnant.”
“You don’t think I know that?” she gently pushes me away and grabs her black dress that’s easy to tug on over her head. “How do you think I’m like this for the third time?” she smirks.
When she’s dressed, she lays her palms on my chest and looks up at me. “In all seriousness, I love you so much, and I’ll have as many kids as you’re willing to give me. I love it when you want me like this.”
I reach around her and grab her ass, yanking her against me. I forget where we are, and right as I’m about to kiss her senselessly, the door opens.
“Okay, you are all ready to go. Make sure you rest. I’d prefer you were relaxed most of the pregnancy, okay?”
I take a step away from my wife and take her hand. “You got it, doc. Wait. Does that mean we can’t have sex?”
She chuckles, sliding her pen into her pocket. “You can still have sex. Sex produces amazing hormones, so please, continue to do that.”
“That won’t be difficult. Have a good one.” I grab my wife’s hand and drag her behind me as I hurry out of the doctor’s office. “What do you think of a day spent in one of the most luxurious hotels in the city?” I open the car door for Camilla, then help her into the seat.
“We can’t. Alvize and Cora are watching our four little monsters. We can’t leave them there with them. Who knows what will happen.”
“They will be fine. I want to fuck you so I can hear you scream without waking the kids, and then I’m going to massage your feet and get you all the room service you want.”
Her face softens. “I love it when you massage my feet.”
“I know you do.” I cup her face and press a kiss to her sweet lips that I’ll never get tired of. “You deserve all the foot rubs.”
“Stop; you’ll make me just get naked right here and now if you keep dirty talking like that to me.”
I grip her thigh, dipping my fingers dangerously close to her pussy. “As much as I want to see you naked, your body is for me and me alone. No one else is allowed to see it.” Reluctantly, I let her go and close the door, walking around the front of the car to get into the driver’s seat.
We make our way to the one-of-a-kind boutique hotel I knew she would appreciate.
After helping Camilla out of the car and tossing the valet our keys, we don’t bother checking in because I own the penthouse at the top.
Like I’d let my wife stay in an average hotel room.
“Mr. Bianco. The penthouse is ready for you,” Natasha, the owner of the hotel, greets.
“Thank you, Natasha.” I guide Camilla to the elevator.
When we step inside, and the doors close, I pin her against the stainless-steel wall.
“It’s been too long since I’ve had this pussy the way I want it.” I lift her dress and slip my fingers through her wet lips, her knees buckling as soon as I press against her clit.
What I love about her being pregnant is that she’s sensitive everywhere. It does not take long for her to come, and I love it. It makes me thirsty for more.
Slipping a finger inside, she grips the rail and gasps, tilting her head back while I take her to the middle of the elevator.
“You think I can get you to come before those doors open?” I kiss a path down her throat, increasing the pace of my finger driving into her the way I wish my cock were.
Just a few more minutes.
“Yes,” she whimpers. “More. I want more. I want your cock.” She plays with the belt of my pants, and I stop her.
“There’s no time for that in the elevator, Beautiful Girl. I can’t fuck you in the elevator.” Her belly was too big. It would be uncomfortable in the position we needed. I won’t do that to her.
When the doors open, they open directly to the penthouse, and I remove my fingers, slipping them into my mouth. “So fucking sweet.”
She grabs my cock, squeezing it through my pants, and with a growl, I swing her into my arms and carry her over the threshold.
“Wow, it is so nice,” she says, not even looking at the view of the city through the floor-to-ceiling windows. No, her sights are on me while her lips skim the sensitive parts of my throat.
“Got it just for you.” When I get her to the couch, I waste no time.
I bend her over the back, and she grips the edge while I lift her dress to her waist. “I fucking love it when you don’t wear panties.” I undo my belt and let my pants fall, my cock slapping against her ass. “You better scream for me, Camilla. It’s been too long since I’ve heard it.” I thrust inside her in one smooth motion, and she groans, pressing her ass against me for more. “That’s a good girl. I love those sounds.”
Gripping her hips, I begin a fast, hard rhythm, driving my cock in and out of her as quickly as possible.
She’s so fucking wet, and already I feel my orgasm creeping up on me. It’s been so long since we have been alone, and not having to worry about the kids, and feeling her meet my thrusts and moan my name is making me lose control.
“I’m going to have this pussy on every inch of this penthouse. Wherever I want, whenever I want.” I gaze downward and spread her cheeks to watch myself take her.
“Luca! I’m so close. Don’t stop. Oh God, more. Harder.”
I curl over her, wrapping one hand around hers while keeping a bruising grip on her ass, using both as leverage to give her what she needs.
“Fuck, Luca! Yes! Oh, God, yes. So good, so fucking good,” she rambles, becoming wetter, and I can’t hold back for much longer. Her knees buckle, and her cries become faster and broken in pitch. That’s when her pussy contracts around my cock, and her orgasm takes hold of her body.
I tumble over the edge, too, filling her addictive depths for the first time today.
Place a hand on the side of her stomach, I kiss her cheek, then press my forehead against her back while we catch our breath.
She’s given me everything even when I couldn’t give it to her.
Camilla is my queen, and my kingdom is hers.
