Chapter 5: Resolution
I was six months pregnant with baby number 4 and I was making well over $200,000 a year. And Liam kept his promise: he had knocked me up every year since freshman year. Here we were, almost at our graduation, with four kids in tow.
I looked around the kitchen at my little ones, their laughter filling the cozy, cluttered space. Charlie, our oldest, was helping Liam make pancakes, his little hands dotted with flour as he tried to mimic his dad's technique.
Matilda, our second, was coloring at the kitchen table, her tongue poking out in concentration as she filled in a princess dress with bright hues of pink and purple. Our twins, Oliver and Olivia, were toddling around the room, chasing each other with squeals of delight.
I watched them, a warm smile on my face, as they giggled and tumbled to the floor.
"You okay, Evie?" Liam asked, his voice gentle as he looked over at me. I turned to face him, my smile fading slightly as I remembered the conversation we had earlier.
"Yeah, I'm just... thinking about everything," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "About how far we've come."
Liam set down the bowl of pancake batter and crossed the room to where I was standing. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close to his chest. "Hey, don't worry.
We're in this together, remember?" Liam murmured, his voice soft and reassuring. I leaned into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. We stood like that for a moment, just holding each other, as the chaos of our little ones continued around us.
Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the room, and we both turned to see Oliver standing by the refrigerator, holding a broken egg in his tiny hand. He looked up at us, his eyes wide with surprise, before bursting into tears.
"Oh, baby," I cooed, quickly crossing the room to scoop him up into my arms. "It's okay, sweetheart.
You didn't mean to break it," I soothed, rubbing circles on Oliver's back as he cried against my shoulder. Liam came over and gently pried the egg remnants from Oliver's hand, his eyes soft as he looked at his son.
"You're alright, buddy. Mommy just needs to clean this up," Liam said, taking the egg carnage to the sink.
"I'm sorry, Mommy. I didn't mean to," Oliver hiccupped, his little body shaking with sobs.
"Shh, it's okay. Accidents happen, sweetheart."
Together, Liam and I cleaned up the mess and got the kids settled at the table before I pulled him into the bathroom, bent over, and pulled down my panties. "You know what to do," I said, already feeling a mix of satisfaction and embarrassment at the command.
Liam didn't hesitate. He knelt behind me, his hands gripping my hips as he buried his face in my heat. His tongue was rough and eager, licking and sucking at my clit until I was a shaking, moaning mess.
"I'm coming," I gasped, my free hand fisting the bathtub's edge for support as Liam's tongue pushed me over the edge.
He stood and turned me to face him, his eyes dark with desire.
"That was just the beginning, Evie," he growled, his voice low and gruff. He picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me to the bathroom counter. He sat me down, spreading my legs wide as he stepped between them.
I could feel the heat of his cock pressing against my inner thigh, and I writhed against him, desperate for more. Liam's hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he rubbed the head of his cock against my entrance.
"Liam, please," I begged, my voice hoarse with need. "I want you inside me."
"And how many kids after this?" Liam asked. "How many kids should we have before I graduate and you start your career?" Liam asked, his voice thick with desire. "Imagine you off to work with a belly full of my babies."
Liam said, pressing his cock against my entrance. "Imagine how powerful you'd be. No one would fuck with you.
I can already see it. My little Evie, kicking ass at her job, her belly swollen with our children, our lovechild, our future."
"Liam," I gasped, my body aching for him to fill me. "Please, just fuck me."
He chuckled, a dark and dangerous sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Is that what you want, Evie? For me to fuck you?"
I nodded, my body pressing against his. "Yes, Liam.
I want you to fuck me," I admitted, my voice a low, desperate whisper.
Liam's eyes flashed with dark desire, and he leaned in to capture my lips in a fierce, demanding kiss. I moaned into his mouth, my body aching for more as I felt his cock head pressing against my entrance.
He broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he looked into my eyes. "You're mine, Evie. Every part of you. And I'm going to fill you up with my seed. Again and again until you can't take another drop."
He grinned. "Let's go check on the kids."