Doctor Babymaker

  I grinned, cupping her chin and stroking her jaw with my thumb.

  “Come here.”

  I scooped her up, loving the way she gasped and held me tight as I walked us into the large bedroom and placed her on the edge of the bed. I took a step back, took a deep breath, and tried to slow my racing heart.

  This was it.

  “Ada, I was meeting my sister, because she was bringing me this.”

  I pulled the small velvet black box out of my jacket pocket.

  “What is this?” she whispered, barely breathing with her eyes wide.

  “It was my grandmother’s, and then my mother’s,” I said quietly. “Open it.”

  The room was silent except for the thundering of my heart as she did, and slowly, I watched the glow and the surprise and the emotion warm across her face.

  “Oh my God…”

  “It used to be a necklace,” I said quietly. “There was a ring, passed from my grandmother to my mother, but that’s of course gone to my sister. This was part of a necklace that’s also been passed down through the generations, and I had it turned into a ring.”

  Ada looked up at me, her eyes wide and her mouth open, though no words came for a full few seconds.

  “When?” she asked breathless. “When did you turn it into a ring?”

  I smiled.

  “The day after I met you.”

  Her hand flew to her mouth, and slowly, I dropped to my knees in front of her.

  “Ada Chase,” I growled, my heart beating a mile a minute, but knowing I’d never been more sure of anything in my entire life. I’d known the second I saw her, and now, she would truly be mine, forever.

  I looked up at this perfect girl, who’d stolen my heart, and shown me what it was to feel again, and to love.

  “Marry me,” I whispered, holding the box up as I looked deep into her eyes.

  She was still for one, brief second, blinking like she wasn’t even sure this was real as she stared at me in shock.

  “Marry me, Ada,” I said quietly, taking her small hand in mine. “Marry me, and be mine forev—”

  “Yes,” she gasped, panting. “Yes!”

  She launched herself into my arms, throwing hers tight around my neck as she held me so tightly.

  “Jackson, yes!”

  “Your parents, what people will say...” I shook my head, holding her as tight as I could. “Forget the rest. I’ll deal with all of it. Just be mine, and we’ll make our own life together.”

  “And a family,” she whispered heatedly, her lips millimeters from mine. “Let’s make a family together.”

  “Fuck, angel,” I groaned, feeling her body press against me and feeling the heat between her thighs. My cock throbbed against her as I plucked the ring from the box and slowly slid it onto her finger.

  Mine.

  “You think we did it last night?” she said shyly, her cheeks blushing as she hungrily ran her tongue over her lips.

  “Hard to tell,” I grinned back, slowly peeling her shirt off as I stood. I tossed her down onto the bed, yanking my own clothes off as she peeled off her pants, before I slowly stalked over her. My cock ached for her as I settled between her legs, spreading them wide and guiding the thick swollen head to her slippery pussy.

  “We’d better keep trying to make sure.”

  “Fuck me, Jackson,” she whispered heatedly into my ear as she wrapped her legs around my waist and started to pull me inside.

  “Put a baby in me.”

  With pleasure.

  I pushed forward, slowly burying myself in her molten heat until all of me was inside — bare, and ready to give her everything I had.

  “Now milk that cum from my balls, angel,” I purred into her ear. “Be a good girl and take my cum.”

  Epilogue

  Ada

  Four years later…

  At the end of the day, all you need is love.

  No, we didn’t just go from me saying yes that day to a happy ever after with the brush of a magic wand. There were tough parts between Point A and Point B. My parents, for one, initially lost it when we told them. My father swore he’d sue Jackson into the ground and strip him of his license, and my mother screamed at me that I was “settling.”

  Yeah, you can go ahead and roll your eyes. I sure did.

  But slowly, I think they got it. My father did, at least. Even if it took a while to look past that Jackson was almost twice my age, and that this might not have been their choice for me, they did eventually get it. They got to know the man I was head over heels for, and they saw that even if he wasn’t from their world of the highest wealth and privilege, the work he did in the world was noble to a degree most people never even got close to. And that’s what I think won them in the end…even if Jackson did swear to me that he’d steal me away and elope with me, with or without their blessing.

  But they did give it, because they saw what we saw with each other: love. And in the end, love wins, every single time.

  That brings us to Jen, Jackson’s awful, awful ex. God, when I first found out about her and everything she’d done, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to throw my arms around Jackson and protect him with everything I had, or to run and find her so I could put a stiletto through her eye.

  …Okay, okay, maybe I do have a jealous streak.

  What she’d done to the man I loved was truly terrible, and when she found out about me, and about our engagement, she tried everything in her power to be even worse than she had been.

  That’s when my father stepped in. Specifically, my father’s team of twenty-five truly terrifying, bloodthirsty corporate lawyers. I knew Jackson was sour, and I knew at first he saw this as “someone else fighting his battles,” but in the end, I made sure he got that it wasn’t just “someone else,” it was me. I was going to get that bitch off his back once and for all, because there was no way I was going to start a family with him with her hanging over us.

  I also might have insisted on delivering the lawyers’ statement personally — not to do anything to her, and not because I even wanted to meet her. But I wanted to watch the look on her face when she realized she’d lost — not just such an amazing man, but all of her attempts to hurt him.

  …It was a pretty great look, I have to say.

  It’s been four years since the man of my dreams swept me off my feet, made me his, and asked me to marry him, and it’s been a dream ever since.

  Jackson’s expanded his clinic to being the largest and best neonatal and prenatal care in New York, and since he’d be too modest to say it, the world. He takes everyone now with the added space and all of the donors they have now — not just rich clients, but the poor who can’t normally afford care like this. But with him, they get the best, and they get it pro-bono.

  Me? I’m finishing up my undergraduate degree in pre-med, and I’ve already been accepted to NYU’s School of Medicine, where I’ll focus on Pediatric Psychology. I made Jackson swear not to pull any strings or to use his influence, but then, he might have anyways, even if he knew I could do it on my own merit, because that’s just who he is. He wants the world for me, and he gives me that, every single day.

  I don’t know if it was that day, specifically, but if it wasn’t, then it wasn’t long after when it did “take.” I gave birth to our son Jonah ten months after Jackson proposed and nine months after the wedding. A year and a half later, Carrie was arrived. And even with the kids, and my school, and Jackson’s expanded clinic and responsibilities, we still make time for us, and the things we do so so well together.

  …Which is exactly the reason I’m not fitting in my usual jeans these days.

  Yeah, number three is on the way, another little girl due in just under four months. And yet, my husband still seems to find me irresistible, apparently.

  “Come here, angel.”

  The growl shivers through me, rousing me from the half-sleep I’ve nodded into. I wake fully, half turning to find that Jackson’s slid into bed behind me, home late f
rom the clinic but home nonetheless. The corner bedroom in our new penthouse is dark, but the floor-length window drapes are pulled open, letting the sparkling jewel lights of the city twinkle around us.

  “I missed you,” I whisper, smiling as he pulls me tight and slides a hand over my belly.

  “I missed you guys too,” he growls. “How’s our little princess?”

  “Large,” I pout.

  I can feel Jackson grin as he moves right against me, but then, I can also feel something big throbbing against my panty-covered ass.

  “C’mon, there’s no way that’s for me,” I grumble. “I’m huge.”

  “You’re fucking beautiful is what you are,” he growls back, his hands sliding over my skin. He starts to tug at the maternity tank top I’m wearing, tugging it up over my belly and up to my breasts.

  “Kids asleep?”

  I nod, swallowing thickly as his hands push the flimsy tank over my engorged breasts. His fingers tease over my extra sensitive nipples, making me gasp.

  “Good,” he purrs. “Because I think it’s been entirely too long since I’ve made you come all over my cock.”

  “Too long?” I grin, rolling my eyes. “I seem to remember someone coming into the shower behind me this morning and doing exactly that.”

  Jackson growls lowly, and I can feel his cock pulse against my ass.

  “That was at least ten hours ago. Like I said, entirely too long.”

  His hands slide down to my panties, thumbs hooking into the waist as he starts to peel them down. I moan, feeling my pulse race as he strips me bare for him. I reach back, whimpering as I feel my husband’s thick cock throbbing so hard in his suit pants.

  “Someone’s wearing too many clothes for this bed, I think.”

  He practically tears his shirt off, and when I hear the jangle of his belt and the tug of his zipper, and feel him kick his pants away, my breath catches. He moves back behind me, and this time, it’s the totally bare, hot, swollen head of his cock that I feel tease between my thighs. His hand follows, sliding between my legs from behind and stroking across my pussy.

  “Someone is very wet,” he growls, making me moan into my arm as he spreads my lips and teases my clit with his thumb. “I think my dirty girl’s been having some very nice thoughts while I was gone.”

  I gasp, pushing back into his hand and arching my back. His other hand cups my full breasts, teasing my nipples and stroking my skin as his thumb rolls my tender bud. I can feel my slick heat coating my thighs, and when he slips his beautiful cock between them, I moan.

  “I was imagining you coming home, and doing exactly this, actually,” I purr quietly, biting my lip as his hands drive me wild. His lips graze the back of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

  “Doing what, exactly, angel?”

  “This.”

  “Tell me,” he growls, twisting my nipple just enough to make me gasp. He eases his bulging cock head against my pussy, letting me feel how hard he is without actually penetrating. I can feel his sticky sweet precum dripping from the tip and coating my eager lips.

  “Sliding into bed behind me,” I whimper. “And pinning me to the bed.”

  “And,” he growls, rubbing his thick shaft across my opening.

  “And making me scream into the pillows while you fuck me,” I cry out, shuddering as his thumb threatens to make me come already.

  “Spread your legs,” Jackson growls lowly into my ear, making my whole body catch fire. I half turn into the bed, spreading one leg out in front of me as I arch my back and push my ass back, opening me up for him. His cock head teases over my clit, but when he eases it against my tight, slick opening, I can feel my whole body aching for him to take me.

  “Tell me what you want, dirty girl,” he purrs, teasing me mercilessly with the little taste of his cock.

  “Fuck me,” I moan. “I want you to fuck me with that big, hard cock of yours.”

  I whimper and turn my head, biting my lip and gasping as I lock eyes with the man I love.

  “Fuck my little pussy, doctor.”

  I barely have time to grab a pillow to moan into as Jackson pushes forward and buries every inch of his cock to the hilt inside of me. My body shivers, my pussy gripping at him and milking his gorgeous dick as he grinds deep inside. His powerful hands grab my hips, holding me tight as he pulls back only to plunge back in again.

  His hips start to move against me harder, filling me up with every deep, powerful thrust and making me scream into the pillow. My hands slide up to my breasts, cupping them and pinching my own nipples as Jackson’s cock sends shivers of pure ecstasy shuddering through my body.

  He moves on top of me, pulling me up onto my knees with his cock still stretching me wide. His hands slide up my bare back as I drop my shoulders to the bed, teasing my skin before he tangles one in my hair. I scream again into the pillow as he pulls back and then drives in deep, filling my little pussy to the brim. His balls, heavy and swollen with cum for me, slap my clit on every thrust, making me moan and shiver as my gorgeous husband takes control and starts to fuck me the way he knows I love.

  His chiseled body ripples, muscles clenching and coiling as he tugs my hair, grips my ass, and plunges his fat cock deep inside of me again and again. I turn my head, cheek to the bed as I gasp in pleasure, feeling him push me closer and closer to the edge.

  “Give me your hands, sweetness,” he growls, sliding his own hands down over my back and up my arms. Our fingers lock, and slowly, he pulls me up until I’m kneeling — back arched with his cock still buried inside. He grips my wrists with one hand, pinning my arms behind my back and letting the control shiver through me like wildfire that’s set me ablaze.

  “Fuck, Ada, you know how much I love your pussy when you’re pregnant,” he groans into my ear, the other hand wrapping around my body to splay his fingers across my protruding belly. “How fucking wet you get, and how tight your little pussy milks my cock. How your body feels hotter, how your skin tingles when I touch you. I love how your breasts swell up, and how one flick of a finger across your nipples—”

  He slides his hand up to cup my tits, sliding one finger over my sensitive nipple. I moan deeply, arching my back and pushing my ass back to take as much of his big dick as I can.

  “Just like that,” he groans, his cock throbbing inside my pussy. Both of his hands move to my breasts, cupping them and teasing my nipples as he starts to fuck me like that, both of us kneeling on the bed.

  “I can feel your sticky, sweet pussy dripping down my cock, angel. I can feel it dripping down my balls.” He growls, sliding a hand down to where we meet and teasing my clit as he starts to fuck me a little harder. I cry out, pushing back to meet his thrusts as his fingers tease my clit. He slides his hand back up, but this time, he brings it to his lips.

  Jackson groans as he sucks my juices from his fingers.

  “Fuck do you taste like candy, angel,” he growls, sliding his fingers back down. He does it again — teasing my little clit merciless as he fucks me, before bringing them up and licking them clean as I go to pieces around him.

  “I know you’re close, love,” he purrs in my ear, his arms wrapping around my body and holding me so tight against his muscled chest as he starts to drive into me harder and faster. “I know you can feel how big you make my cock, and I know you can feel how heavy and swollen my balls are. Fuck, angel, I’ve been dying to give you more of my cum since this morning. I’ve been dying to fill this tight little cunt up with every fucking drop while you come so good for me.”

  Our bodies crash together again and again, my clit dragging on his thick shaft with every thrust. His hands cup my breasts again, teasing my nipples as his lips and his teeth leave marks down my neck.

  And I’m lost. My whole body starts to tremble — more and more out of control until I can feel the whole wave start to crash over me.

  “Fuck that big fat cock, angel,” he hisses in my ear. “Pump that pussy back and take it all.”

 
I scream in pleasure, thrusting my ass back to take his thrusts as he gives them, feeling every inch of him drive inside.

  “Now make that pussy come, sweetness. Make that tight little pussy come for me so I can feel your sweet girl-cum drip down my balls. And then I’m going to give you every drop of mine, and I want this pretty little pussy to swallow every drop.”

  He drives in balls deep, his muscled body coiling and rippling at my back. His hands cup my full breasts, and when his fingers roll over my nipples and his teeth rake across my earlobe, I scream.

  The orgasm explodes through me, hitting me like a storm. I cry out, my whole body tensing and clenching up tight around him as I go screaming over the edge. Jackson growls in my ear, driving his cock as deep as he can before I feel his cum blast inside of me. Pump after pump of his hot cum spurts deep inside of me, splashing against my womb until I can feel it leak out and trickle down my thighs.

  Slowly, he gathers me in his arms and rolls us over, pulling my back against his chest as we lay on our sides once again. I grin, panting and snuggling back into him as he trails kisses over my shoulders.

  “I love you, Ada,” he purrs into my ear, his masculine growls rumbling through me.

  “I love you too,” I whisper back, turning my head to kiss him softly.

  “You, uh,” I grin. “You do know I’m already pregnant though, right?” My grin widens as I see his own smile creep across his chiseled, handsome jaw. “I mean, if you were trying to knock me up, I think it’s safe to say mission accomplished, like, five months ago.”

  “Smart ass,” he chuckles, pulling me close and kissing the back of my beck. “Besides, I’m just practicing.”

  I arch a brow, turing to smile at him.

  “For?”

  My husband grins hungrily at me, and when I feel his still-hard cock throb against my ass, my pulse quickens.

  “For next time, angel.”

  The End.

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