The Mobster's Whore Ch. 11

"Dominic."

It is a plea. My name is a plea on her lips, a warning of the limit I was fast approaching. I tightened my grasp and fucked harder.

Pound.

Pound.

Pound.

"Dominic!"

"Fuck!"

I pulled out, forcing her up and whirling her around.

"On your knees."

Avery obeyed, opening her mouth and sticking her wet tongue out, hungry for my cum. She placed her hands on her thighs and met my gaze, her obedience shining in her eyes. I wrapped my hand around my cock, stroking furiously.

"Such a good fucking girl. Where do you want my cum? On your face? In your mouth? All over your tits?"

"On my face. Cum on my face, Dominic."

My hand was a blur on my cock, the other reaching for her neck. I pushed her face into my balls, her clever tongue licking until I was tiptoeing on the edge of carnal-induced madness.

"Open your mouth."

She does as she's told. My cum shoots from my cock, a thick rope decorating her freckle-dusted cheekbone. I slow my strokes, my growl filling the room as my cum covers her face. Avery licks at the head, sucking the rest of my release with her usual enthusiasm. She finally stops when I tell her to, leaning back and wiping the cum off her face. She licks her fingers like a cat, content to eat my cum.

"And what do you say, pet?" I asked, tucking my cock back into my pants.

"Thank you, Dominic."

"You're most welcome. Now, let's get you properly fed so you can get some rest. The doctor did say you need plenty of it," I instructed, helping her up. I spanked her ass, loving the way she squeaked in response.

"It might have been a false positive. But you must be loving this. You finally have a reason to confine me to a bed and fuck me full of your cum."

My fingers closed around her wrists, pulling her flush against my chest. I tilted her head back, stared deep into those chocolate brown eyes. "I don't need a bed to fuck even a drop of cum into you. I'm perfectly content to bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck you there."

She scrunched up her nose. "I'm sure Doc would argue against that one."

"Hmm. What he doesn't know won't hurt him, right?" I leaned in close, capturing her lips with mine. I kissed her long and hard, until she was gushing for me again, my cock hard between my legs. And while I bent her over the kitchen counter, I couldn't help but pray that it wasn't a false positive. Because as much as I loved fucking this woman, my wife, I couldn't wait to start growing our family.

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Epilogue

"Reyah, please put your shoe back on!"

The child in question squealed in defiance, removing the little shoe from her even tinier foot and disappearing from the bedroom with it dangling in her grasp. I released another frustrated sigh and turned my attention to the child in front of me. Tomas stared up at me with huge eyes, a silent apology for the massive stain on his expensive suit jacket. He blinked beautiful dark blue eyes at me, and my heart melted in my chest at the sight of them. I squatted down before him, pushing aside the chiffon skirt of my dress so I could balance on my four-inch heels.

I pushed the unruly hair off his forehead and smiled endearingly at him, began unbuttoning the jacket to slide it off his little shoulders. "Didn't I ask you to stay away from the chocolate fountain, my little angel?"

His smile is mischievous, and he finally pulls his hands out of his pockets to reveal two chocolate-covered strawberries. I can't help the chuckle that escapes at the look on his face, and I take them both before placing an endearing kiss on his cheek.

"Mommy!"

The oldest of the brood comes running into the bedroom, his tie and shirt untidy from playing outside. He held out a crushed snail in his palm, his brown eyes watery with unshed tears.

"Mommy, it's dying."

I looked up as his father came sauntering in after him, little Reyah in his clutches. He has her by the foot, her head dangling upside down as she threw the last of her flowers onto the floor, cackling cheerily.

"I found this one hiding under my office desk."

"Dominic, put her down. And please would you get... Why do you have chocolate on your pants?"

He looked down, frowned when he saw small handprints on the leg of his slacks. His sigh is deep, betraying his own frustration at this lengthy session.

"I'll throw Tomas in the bath while you get these two tidied up again," he announced, placing his little princess on the seat closest to me. "Come here, Tomas. We're going to take another bath." He leaned down to help me up, kissing me soundly on the lips.

Our youngest blanched, his eyes wide with a deep sorrow. "But I don't wanna baf again," he complained, taking a step back to escape his father.

Dominic scooped him up easily, placing him on his hip. "Well, you should have thought of that before defying your mother and playing with the chocolate fountain."

Left with the older two, I pulled Nic into a hug while I removed Reyah's shoe. "How about you leave the little snail with me so I can patch him up? Then you can go get your sister's shoe from daddy's office."

"Is he going to die?" he asked, his despair evident.

That snail was already a goner. But telling my five-year old that his latest pet was dead would crush his little heart. His sister glanced worriedly at him, ready to support him if he needed it. To calm them both, I said, "No, sweetie. I'll fix him. Go get the shoe, alright?"

He nodded, then slowly walked out of the room, head drooping between his shoulders. I picked Reyah up from the couch and grabbed my phone, typing a quick message to Hunter.

He walked in a few minutes later, his broad shoulders filling out the suit as he marched towards me. His blonde hair was sleeked back, his green eyes warm despite the frown knitting his brows together. Reyah was occupied with a doll, both her shoes on her feet. I had sent Nic to join his father and brother while I "fixed" his snail.

"Why am I hunting for snails on my wedding day, Princess?"

I took the slimy thing from him, wrapped the other in a tissue and shoved it at him. "Nic. He's going through that-"

The bathroom door opened, and all three my guys walked out. Dominic gave me a look, and I nodded subtly before showing off the brand new snail. Nic squealed with glee, and my husband winked at me before disappearing into the closet.

"This explains a lot."

Luis walked into the suite, hands clasped behind him as he surveyed the mess of the room. He lifted Reyah as she came barreling into him, smiling softly at the tiny human in his arms.

"I assume you're the reason my groom disappeared to hunt for snails?" Luis asked, arching a brow at Nic across the room.

"Can we go? The ceremony starts in ten minutes."

Fuck.

I ran into the closet, where Dominic and Tomas were playing one of their invented games. This one, as far as I could see, involved chasing each other around naked with socks in their hands...?

"Dominic."

His gaze snapped towards me, the guilt on his face almost comical. He looked down at Tomas, who was trying very hard not to burst into giggles. He covered his mouth with both his small hands and a sock, but his amusement burst forth regardless.

"You're the reason these kids are like this, you know?" I admonished, taking Tomas's second suit off the rack where it hung near his father's. I had asked for two of each, because I knew something like this would happen.

"Okay, Mrs. Innocent. Explain the mud incident. Because that-"

"Was an isolated incident," I explained, handing him his suit. I began to dress Tomas as Dominic searched for a new pair of underwear. "It was not my idea to throw mud-"

"Mommy threw the mud. And then Nicky threw the mud. Then I threw the mud. And Reyah threw the mud..."

Dominic dressed, a wide smirk on his face as our son told the mud story from his perspective. By the time Hunter poked his head through the door, we were all ready for the ceremony. I carried Tomas, and Dominic took Reyah from Luis. Nic, who had already abandoned his pet snail to chase a bee around the room, took both mine and Dominic's free hands. The seven of us made our way downstairs, where Damon and the rest of Dominic's family was waiting for us.

We still had a rather long way to go with them, but at least his family was coming around now. After all, they wouldn't dare miss out on getting to know their little nephews and niece. Damon had helped bridge the two sides together, and I would always be grateful to him for bringing my husband's family back into his life.

Damon stood at the makeshift altar in the garden out back, notebook in hand. Everyone else had taken their seats, eager for the ceremony to begin. After the kids walked down the aisle to perform their duties, Dominic took my hand in his and smiled down at me. His blue eyes sparkled and I didn't resist when he leaned in to place a sweet kiss on my forehead.

"You're glowing. You'd swear it's our wedding day all over again."

I smirked, my free hand stroking the burgeoning bump under the expensive fabric of my dress. I smiled at my husband, the massive yellow diamond on my finger flashing in the bright sunlight. "There may be a reason for that..."

He grinned, his feet leading us down the aisle as the opening notes of Led Zeppelin's Whole Lotta Love sounded through the speakers.

"Another one?" he chuckled. "We're already outnumbered, love. But I can't say I'm not excited for the future."

I couldn't help but giggle, my gaze sweeping to the three tiny humans we'd created so far. Dominic sighed, the sound satisfied and content. As quietly as I could, I asked him, "Impressed, Mr. Aldine?"

We came to a stop at the altar, Dominic releasing me to stand on Hunter's side, while I stood on Luis's. I clasped my hands in front of me, fighting back the smile that threatened to spread across my face. But it won out when I saw my husband - the father of my children and the love of my life - quietly mouth, "Tremendously."

~ The End ~