Aella

WYATT

Unlike Lia and Jarrett, we wanted to find out the sex of our baby.  I was thrilled to find out that we were having a little girl.

“What about Abigail?” she asked me, out of the blue one night.  I had almost been asleep.

“For what?” I asked, confused.  We were in the process of hiring her assistant and I couldn’t remember an Abigail that had applied for the job.

“For our baby’s name.”  She paused a minute.  “She needs a strong name.”

“Like Kacela,” I murmured, snuggling into her and putting my nose in her neck and nuzzling.  She groaned and I got hard, moving over the top of her.  She opened her legs and I thrust in, hard and fast, satisfying both of us.  I waited until her writhing stopped under me and then I let my seed coat her insides.  I dropped beside her, both of us panting from the quick intensity of that coupling.

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