Stella x Brandon

"Brandon," his name was a soft moan which fell from her plump lips. "I'm going to…" she was breathless, whimpering by now. "I'm going to come."

Stella didn't have to tell him twice.

Brandon already knew.

He could feel it from the way her pussy was squeezing all around his cock, taking him deeper inside her, forcing him to come before he was ready to be done with her.

Stella leaned down, flicking her tongue over the side of his neck as Brandon held onto her tightly. With one hand on her hip and the other on the base of her neck, Brandon turned, rolling them over.

Stella gasped as she was pushed onto her back with Brandon now above her, then she moaned into his mouth as he filled her with his entire length again.

Brandon pumped his cock into her pussy, rubbing the swollen head along her entrance, teasing her clit with his hardness.

They were a slippery mess now from all the times they had come, but Brandon wasn't going to give up just yet.

Stella's lips parted as her eyes fluttered shut, and just as she was about to call his name out again, Brandon flattened his hand over her mouth.

"Wait for me, princess." He growled out, hips grinding against hers. "You come all over my cock, then I'll shoot my cum deep inside you. That sounds like a plan, Stella?"

She nodded her head at him, pressing her lips to the palm of his hand.

With his other hand, he held her in place as he pumped faster. Brandon felt his balls tighten with need, and he knew it wouldn't be long now.

"Fuck. Me." Brandon breathed out, leaning over her as he dragged his hand down to her throat, holding her body tightly like that against their bed. "My Stella. My princess. My wife. Mine."

That was it for Stella.

Her jaw went slack as her breathing stuttered, then she lost herself to him as she felt her orgasm take control. Her pussy squeezed all around Brandon's cock like a tight fist, and he had no other choice but to give into the sensation as he shot his cum deep inside of his wife.

When they were done moaning and groaning and losing themselves to each other, Brandon gave Stella his entire weight, pressing his body against hers.

Stella's hands were all over him; his back, his neck, the base of his skull, and finally, his face. They kissed again, their lips swollen, their chests tight with the need to breathe

When they pulled away, Stella looked up at Brandon with a small smile on her face, and he felt his heart skip a beat.

This was his Stella; his princess, his wife.

She was his, and he was the luckiest man alive.

"I love you, my husband."

She breathed out with a sparkle in her eye.

With a smile of his own, he pressed his thumb to the corner of her lips, leaning down to whisper against them.

"And I love you, my wife."

He felt his heart skip a beat, and when he looked up into his wife's eyes, he felt it skip another.

She turned her head to the side to take a look at her phone, then turned to face Brandon again.

"Do you think we have time for another round before they find us here?"

Brandon laughed at that, rolling them over so he was beneath her again, pulling the duvet above his hips.

"Our babies won't ever give us time for two rounds in a row, princess, but I'll make it up to you later tonight."

Stella felt her face go red as Brandon winked at her.

It had been years now, but they were still so shy with one another, and she loved that.

And like they were waiting to hear it out loud, the sound of feet hitting the floor was heard.

Stella leaned down to pick up Brandon's shirt from the floor as she threw it on.

Not a moment later, their bedroom door was thrown open as their two babies ran inside.

"Hello!"

Damon exclaimed as he dragged Amelia behind him, helping his little sister climb the bed before he followed.

"Mama!"

Amelia shrieked, walking straight for Stella as she threw her arms around her mother. Stella hugged her daughter back, she was the youngest at the moment, and she was her mother's darling.

When Damon climbed on, he made his way to Brandon, jumping on his father as he peppered kisses all over his face. Brandon trapped his son in a loose headlock as he did the same in retaliation.

Their bedroom was filled with squeals and laughter, and Brandon loved every second of it.

When Amelia had stumbled over to him, and Damon had walked over to Stella, Brandon looked over at his wife.

Her eyes were wet as she watched her little family in their bedroom together, and her lips were shaky as she smiled at him.

"Thank you for this," she whispered out as she wrapped her arms around her first-born, moving closer to her husband and daughter. "Happy birthday, my darling husband."

Damon lifted his head as he moved back to Brandon, pressing his small hands on either one of his father's cheeks as he nodded furiously.

"Yeah, Dad. Happy birthday."

Brandon felt his heart swell at his son's words.

"Happy birthday, Daddy!"

And when his daughter said the same, he felt his heart melt completely.

"Come here."

He managed to get out as he sat up, wrapping his arms around his wife and two children, holding them close to him.

He felt tears pricking the back of his eyes, and when they each said one last thing, he felt himself crying.

"We love you, Daddy."

Yeah.

He was definitely the luckiest man alive.