“Puck yes, I am, he’s scary when it comes to you.”
“Who knew the big bad goalie for the New York Crushers is scared of his coach and father-in-law?”
“We can’t all be perfect like you,” I tell my amazing wife. “Now, if you don’t go and put some clothes on we’re going to be late. ‘Cause, babe, you are sexy in lingerie at the best of times but when you’re pregnant and glowing in lingerie, you’re pucking phenomenal.”
She stalks over to me and I’m rooted to the spot, trapped in her seductive web. She traces her finger down my chest and toys with the knot in my towel. “You like what you see, baby?” she breathlessly whispers before dropping to her knees and removing my towel. “’Cause I definitely like what I see and I think he’s happy to see me too.” She places a kiss on the tip of my dick before opening her mouth and sliding her lips down my shaft. Raking her teeth gently on the way back up.
“Puck me,” I groan as her head bobs up and down. Sliding my fingers into her hair, I grip her head and guide her back and forth. The tip hitting the back of her throat causes her to make that gagging sound that turns me the puck on. She reaches up and cups my balls and it’s game over for me. With a guttural grunt, I come down her throat. She sucks every last drop from me. My dick pops out of her mouth and she wipes at the corners of her lips before sucking on her finger. I may have just come, but the carnal look on her face has my dick springing back to life.
“Your turn,” I inform her, but she shakes her head.
“Later, because we’ll be late if that tongue of yours touches my body.” She stands up and turns to get dressed.
Reaching out, I grab her wrist and pull her back to me. Hugging her from behind, I lean forward and whisper, “Then we’re going to be late because I need to fuck you with my tongue now.” Spinning her around, I drop to my knees, throw her leg over my shoulder, and I kiss her through her panties.
“Kal,” she moans, rocking herself against my face.
“Yes, wife?”
“Hurry up, I need you now.”
“As you wish.” Moving her panties to the side, I spear my tongue deep inside her. She grips the sides of my head and shoves me into her, grinding herself on my tongue and chin. Sucking on her clit, she moans in a guttural way that has my cock coming back to life. I need to fuck her and I need to do it now.
Pulling away from her, she whines in protest as I drop to my ass. Gripping her hips, I tear her panties off her body and guide her down onto my cock. The head slides between her folds and the two of us groan in delight as she sinks down to the hilt. She grips my shoulders and begins to ride me like a bucking bronco. “Yes,” she pants as I meet her thrust for thrust. “Harder,” she demands as she slams herself down on me.
Chelsea has always been a sweet lover but seeing her lose control like this is out of this world amazing. She throws her head back and howls as she crashes over the edge. Seeing her lose control sets me off, and together we draw out our climax, milking every last drop from each other’s body.
She collapses onto my chest and I wrap my arms around her. “We’re definitely gonna be late now.” She giggles into my chest. “We can blame morning sickness,” I reply into her hair, causing her to lift up and slap my chest.
“We cannot blame our baby for what just happened.”
“Milk it while you can,” I say.
She slaps my chest again. “Kallen Jones, that’s terrible … but depending on Daddy’s anger, it can be our backup plan.”
“Deal, now we better get moving, otherwise, we’ll be really late … much like the first brunch with them.”
Thirty minutes later and only ten minutes late, Chelsea and I walk hand in hand into the diner and over to Coach and Nessa. “Morning,” I singsong as I slide into the booth. Chels joins me after kissing her mom and dad hello. Slinging my arm over her shoulder, I pull her to my side and kiss her temple. It feels like since she told me she’s pregnant, I’ve fallen in love with her all over again, but in a more intense way.
“You two ever going to get out of the honeymoon phase?” Coach asks, hailing the waitress and ordering four coffees.
“Just tea for me,” Chels says, and then she looks to her dad. “And you are one to talk, you two are still all lovey-dovey and you’ve been married for eleventy billion years.”
“Ease up there, Pumpkin, I’m not that old.”
“Yeah, you are, Grandpa,” I tease, earning myself a whack in the stomach from Chels and a glare from Coach.
“Speaking of Grandpa,” Chels says, taking a deep breath, “you’re going to be one.”
All eyes are on Coach as we await his reaction. He doesn’t utter a word. Just sits there rapidly blinking. No one breathes, we all wait for him to make the first move. “Did you just say I’m going to be a grandpa?”
“Yes, Daddy. You’re going to be a grandpa and Mom’s going to be Nanny Ness.”
His gaze snaps to mine. “You knocked my daughter up?”
“Dad,” Chels complains.
“David,” Nessa berates him with a slap to the arm.