“Beni.”
Her breathy moans made his dick ache. So much so that all he could think about was getting her pussy nice and tight when she came and slipping his dick in good and slow to finally find some relief that would soon follow.
Yep.
As soon as she came.
“I’m gonna—”
August’s words cut off at the same time Beni felt her pussy pulse against his tongue. He wasted no fucking time straightening up behind her and getting his cock lined up to her slit. And yes, she was all snug and hot and soaked when he worked his length into her clenching sex. Her orgasm milked his cock in the best way possible, drawing a thick moan of approval from him when he was finally seated balls-deep inside her.
For a second, he held them like that. Tight while she panted through an orgasm. Together. The way he always wanted them to be, really. If only life would allow him to spend all of his hours and days buried in his wife’s cunt.
Wouldn’t that be beautiful?
For now, he’d take this.
It was great, too.
“Hold on,” he uttered through clenched teeth.
She did, those manicured nails of hers dragging lines over the arm of their leather sofa when he started pounding into her hard from behind. Every slap of his hips against her ass while his fingers left behind red indentations from his grip when he yanked her body back into his thrusts made the prettiest art on her skin.
He liked seeing his marks.
Marking her.
Only he got to do that.
Even though he had managed to maintain some semblance of control before, now Beni was entirely losing it. All it took was August’s soft whispers, urging him to come inside her, while her pussy continued to flex with the aftershocks of her orgasm, and he was a goner.
He lost his load embarrassingly fast.
His queen did that for him.
Every time, too.
Pulling back until the head of his dick slipped out of her pussy, Beni hissed air through his teeth as he watched her sex clench until his milky cum started to spill out of her pussy. That was probably the best thing to watch.
Ever.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he muttered, still trying to catch his breath and wetting his dry lips at the same time. “Now let’s go have a shower and do it again, yeah?”
August laughed. “Give me a second to breathe.”
“Just one, right?”
“Beni.”
His hand smacked down hard on her right ass cheek, earning him another one of her sexy moans. “Fine—you get one second.”
“Thanks.”
“Second is up.”
Peeking over her shoulder, August grinned a lazy, pleased smile. “You’re something else. You really are.”
“I know. You love it.”
“And you. Too much, probably.”
“Just enough, I think,” he returned.
Her observation of him turned softer as she asked, “Beni?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“I’m pregnant.”
The shock that coursed through him couldn’t be adequately described. Those certainly were not the words he expected to hear while she was leaking his seed, and his dick was still semi-hard. Of course, he’d thought about that moment ... the one when she finally gave him the kind of news he had always wanted.
Because kids were a part of his dreams.
Just like she was.
“What?” he asked, still not sure he’d heard her right.
“Yeah. I found out the day I went to New York, and then when I was there the last day ... I was having some cramps, I got paranoid. Mom and I went to the clinic just to get everything checked out. They found two embryos. So—”
“Twins.”
Because of course.
Why wouldn’t it be two?
Not one of his brothers had twins yet despite the oddity clearly being in their genetics. Despite the fact science said twins wasn’t something you could pass on genetically, he didn’t believe that was the case when they could literally trace twins back in their family for generations. And not just any kind of twin, but identical twins. He was the lucky fuck to pull the card first between all his brothers and that just made it so much better.
Beni wasn’t sure if August took his silence as fear or panic, but her nervous laughter had his own starting to bubble, too.
Whenever his wife started to get nervous, she also rambled. “I’m sorry, I thought if I told you after we had sex then you wouldn’t freak out and—”
“I’m not freaking out. I’m not. I’m so happy.”
And he was.
So much.
He wanted that to be clear before anything else.
“So fucking happy,” he told her, leaning down to lay kiss after kiss across her sweaty back and then up to her neck and over her grinning cheek, too. “God, I love you. We’re gonna have ... babies.”
August was still smiling. “Yeah, we’re gonna have babies, Beni.”
It was a little terrifying.
It was also everything.
35.
August
Seven months later ...
THREE-and-a-half-year-old Marcus Gian—though everybody in the family just called the boy Marc—lifted his head from where it had been resting against August’s stomach. Her swell was now beyond the comfortable point.
She barely slept more than a couple of hours at a time before she needed to find a better position. She peed every twenty minutes because her two baby girls seemed to think a fun game was bouncing on their mother’s bladder. And she was past the point of looking cute in maternity clothes. Not that it stopped her from trying.
“Are you sure?” Marc asked.
For a kid that hadn’t even started preschool yet, he was terribly smart. Quick on his little feet, too. There wasn’t a member of the Guzzi family that hadn’t learned yet to be careful about what they said around Marcus Gian because the kid repeated everything. To perfect precision. Sometimes it was a little freaky how smart he was, but she loved her nephew to death. More than words could explain.
“I’m sure there are only two babies in there,” she told him.
Marc pursed his lips, reminding her so much of his father but also her husband considering Bene was Beni’s identical twin. And if there was anything notable about Marc beyond his young intelligence, it was the fact that he looked so much like his father and held many of the Guzzi men traits. From the way he quirked up an eyebrow when he didn’t believe someone to how he laughed.
He was a Guzzi boy.
Through and through.
“Really?” he asked. “Because I think there’s more. Maybe ... three.”
At that, he held up three fingers.
August blinked. “Three?”
“Four?”
The boy opened his arms wide over her stomach, his actions saying what his words were not.
“Okay, that’s enough of that,” Bene said, plucking his son away from August with an apologetic smile her way. “He’s still trying to figure out this whole baby in the belly thing, Aug. Sorry.”
She shrugged. “It’s okay.”
And it was.
She wasn’t offended.
Besides, the kid wasn’t actually wrong. She felt as huge as she looked in her final weeks of pregnancy. With only four weeks left to go, she was now just looking forward to reaching the end of this journey and holding her girls in her arms.