-Steve's bored out of his mind. The stupid meeting has been droning on and on, keeping him from you and his little girl.
-Fuck it, he needs to see you.
-Dismissing his men, he rushes home, probably blowing past a red light or two. It's his city, who's going to reprimand him?
-Parking the sleek black car carefully, he rushes into the house and up the stairs to your shared room. You aren't there.
-And then he hears it.
-The sweet waft of your voice singing a honeyed lullaby. His daughter's favorite. Ever since you'd moved in with them, she refused to go to bed without listening to it.
-It made his heart soar how she'd come to love you. Dating after his horrendous divorce had proved to be tiring and difficult. All the women he came across either immediately ran the other way after finding out who he was or made it clear that they wanted him only for his money, that too, without subtlety.
-And just as he was about to give up, you came along. His angel, his savior, his heart. You were the only one who saw him for who he was beyond the darkness that came with his profession.
-He'd never felt a connection like that with anybody and when he kissed you after your second date, he decided he was never letting you go.
-And as for little Sarah, it was rocky in the beginning but the six year old had taken to you so beautifully.
-You doted on her and she adored you.
-Leaning against the doorframe, Steve lovingly (and discreetly) watches the interaction as you tuck her in and give her a kiss on her forehead.
-"Nighty night, Sarah," you whisper, oblivious to Steve standing there.
-"Night, mommy," she says deliriously, and then, she's out like a light.
-You freeze.
-She's never called you that before. You never thought she would. You never expected it since her biological mother was still alive, although Steve had told you that she didn't even want Sarah in the first place.
It was confusing.
-A stray tear rolls down your cheek and splashes onto your hand and only then do you realise you're crying.
-Quickly wiping it away, you get up to go back to your own room, wondering how you're going to tell Steve.
-But he heard it too.
-And he's never ever been happier. Everything finally seems like it's coming together and he's finally going to get the happy family he's always dreamed of.
-Walking into the room, you find Steve on the edge of the bed, clad in his white dress shirt, suit jacket tossed away.
You love when he wears those shirts.
-"Hey, honey," he coos, getting up to hug you.
-You wrap your arms around his slender waist, breathing him in. "Hi, Stevie,"
-Pulling away, his hands cup your face as you continue resting yours on his hips.
-The moment is so warm and tender, you never want to break out of this cocoon you've built.
-"So... " you start. "Sarah... uh... she called me... "
-"Called you 'mommy', didn't she?" he finishes your sentence with a smile, gently rocking you side to side, falling into a slow waltz.
-"Yeah, you heard?"
-"Hmm.."
"I never thought she would, you know?" you say, looking up at him, finding nothing but pure adoration swimming in eyes.
"But I knew she would," he responds, without missing a beat. "Always knew, ever since the day I met you. Knew I wanted her to call you 'mom', knew I wanted you to be mine forever, honey."
"Stevie..." You gasp, pulling him down into a heated kiss, pouring all of your love for him into it. God, you love him. His tongue finds its way into your mouth and tangles with yours as his hands find your hips.
They travel lower to your ass and knead the soft flesh making you moan into his mouth. He swallows your sounds of pleasure as you cling on to him, trying to pull him impossibly close.
Effortlessly lifting you up, he lays you down of the soft bed, kissing your neck, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive flesh. You gasp and moan as his coarse stubble scratches against your face, clawing at his shirt to get it off.
"Off... " you pant.
He pulls away for a brief second, his broad yet adept fingers working the buttons to get rid off it.
He tosses it away and you trail your fingers over the muscled expanse of his abs and torso, admiration and lust clouding your mind.
He kisses your neck again, his fingers slipping under the hem of your nightgown.
"So wet for me honey...shit."
He tugs the straps of your nightgown down to suckle and bite at your breasts, feral at the thought of them leaking and heavy when knocks you up.
"Stevie, need you in me. Need you to fill me up... "
"Fuck, honey, want me to make you a mama, huh? Wanna give Sarah a sibling?"
"Yeah... yeah, want you to make me a mama, Stevie!"
Without wasting another second, Steve pushes his pants down and aligns himself to your creamy, sopping entrance.
He eases into you gently, making you feel every single inch. You fucking love the stretch of him. You wind one arm around his neck, the other kneading his ass. You moan out loud as he bottoms out.
"Fuck, honey, you're so fuckin' tight..." he groans. "Gonna fill you up, fuck... "
"Stevie... move, please.. " you pant against his mouth, drunk on the pleasure he's giving you.
He obliges and pulls out almost entirely before burying himself back to the hilt.
"Steve! Oh!"
He fucks you unabashedly yet somehow being unbelievably gentle. The idea of you pregnant with his child drives him wild and he's hell bent on fulfilling the promise he's made to you.
You moan and arch into him, your soft breasts pressing into the hard planes of his chest, your sensitive nipples brushing against the light dusting of his chest hair. The sensation drives you unbelievably closer to your peak.
His heavy balls slap against your cunt and clit as he buries himself to the hilt each time. His mushroom tip grazes your cervix each time he spears into you, making your eyes roll back into your head.
"Steve! Fuck!"
"Come for me, honey, squeeze me, c'mon,"
And you do. A particularly deep thrust has you reeling, suspended in utter bliss. Your cunt clenches around his cock like a vice as you cum around him harder than you ever have, impeccably aroused by the thought of being pregnant with his baby.
"Shit, fuck!" he growls as he releases into you with a roar, his hot spend coating your walls.
He falls onto you with a deep exhale, being careful not to crush you.
You run your hands over his back feeling the muscle ripple under your touch, smiling to yourself.
"Stevie," you whisper, gently kissing his cheek. "I love you."