Moth to Flame 2: La Famiglia

Ethan Jesus f*****g s**t! My baby doll's tight p***y was pure magic. She rode me hard, occasionally biting down on my n*****s. That s**t drove me crazy. I was two seconds away from busting my nut deep inside of her. Suddenly, she pulled my f*****g hair too hard and drooled on my face. What the hell? "Bah-bah-bah." I opened an eye to see my son's mouth one inch from my nose. A bunch of f*****g spittle landed squarely on my chin. His tiny little fists pulled my hair as he babbled some baby nonsense. Groaning, I disentangled him from my burning scalp and sat up. Glancing over, I saw that my baby doll was fast asleep with her t**s still hanging out. Her long dark hair was braided on the top of her head, like a halo. The f*****g demon, also known as Onyx, was curled up next to her on the pillow. I assumed my wife had fed our son and then fallen asleep with him still in bed. The amazing f**k I thought I was having was nothing more than a motherfucking dream. Not only was I hard as s**t, but I also had to entertain my son. I loved the kid, but morning wood was f*****g painful. "Daddy is awake, Dante," I said, reaching for his bottle. While he ate, I watched the stock ticker on the television. I made sure to keep it muted so Mia wouldn't wake up. She'd been busy with her business, and now her first book was being published. I was so f*****g proud of her for making her dreams come true, but it meant we had even less time together. The honeymoon was over for us. My son played with my forefinger as he nibbled on the bottle's n****e. He was already so damn big, and I loved him to death. Leaning down, I kissed his fat, rosy cheeks. A morning orgasm would have been f*****g excellent, but bonding with my kid was fun, too. After he finished, I put him on my shoulder and rubbed his back. A short while later, I was rewarded with the sound of him burping. Now that he was five months old, he could sit up, but not for long. I liked watching him topple over, but Mia thought it was mean when I laughed. "So, Dante, is there any chance you're going to let daddy have play time with mommy again?" He just stared at me, sucking on his favorite pacifier. It was a three-carat diamond and white gold concoction. I wanted nothing but the best for my son. My baby doll had balked at the price, because the thing had cost almost twenty grand. I planned to have it formed into a ring for when Dante was older, so I considered it a good investment. "Don't be like that, son," I teased, taking his pacifier away. Immediately, he started screaming. Mia woke up, reaching for him. "What's wrong, baby boy? Mommy is here." "I've got him, baby doll. Go back to sleep. Dante and I were just playing. I'm going to get him dressed so we can have breakfast. The cook should be here in a few minutes. Any requests?" She sat up, snapping the tank top back into place and covering her gorgeous breasts. I whimpered because that meant I definitely wasn't getting any p***y this morning. Dante grabbed his pacifier from my hand before Mia hoisted him into her arms. Next, the demon woke up, meowing before curling up on my baby doll's thigh. Yawning, Mia reached for her phone. Fortunately, she put it on speaker without me asking. There was a message from some British motherfucker. He was clearly flirting as he fawned over her new book. I definitely didn't trust assholes like him. I planned on making sure he knew my baby doll was very happily married. "I loved the picture you submitted for the back of the book. Your beautiful face will sell at least a million, love. Call me if you need anything. I'll be in Seattle next month, and I'm looking forward to taking you out for curry. Have a great day, love." Smiling, Mia cuddled Dante, bouncing him lightly on her knee. I looked at her sideways, trying to control my f*****g temper. Eventually, it got to be too much. The f*****g caveman inside of me yearned for that British motherfucker's blood. "What the f**k was up with all that "love" s**t? He knows you're married, right? I refuse to let you go anywhere with that asshole," I ranted. She rolled her eyes, covering DANTE's ears. "We can talk about this later, Ethan. Can you please try not to cuss so much in front of our baby? Jesus, it's not like I'm considering sleeping with the guy. He's a work colleague, and he's been very nice in our teleconferences." "He wants to f**k you, probably up the ass from the sounds of it. You're too naive about these things." Her brown eyes flashed with anger. "Here," she grunted, handing over Dante, "Go get him dressed. I'll meet you in the kitchen. I can't believe you're starting this stupidity so early this morning." Scowling, I took Dante to his nursery. By that time, he'd left me a gift in his diaper. After cleaning him up and putting on a fresh diaper, I dressed him in a little pair of Levi jeans and a long-sleeved green onesie. He made me smile by sucking on his toes and making silly faces. "Daddy f****d up, Dante, and now mommy is mad at me. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm sorry for doing that in front of you. I need to go see Doctor Myers this week." In answer, he blew spit bubbles. Luckily, Mia was showered and dressed when we got back to the bedroom. Her black leather pants were too f*****g tight and the gray shirt was off the shoulder. Her hair was blow-dried and left to hang down her back. For makeup, she had on some smoky s**t that made her eyes look huge. I had a strong urge to strip her naked, bend her over, and f**k her ass before she left for the day. "Oooopa," Dante squealed, trying to get to his mommy. That ended my fantasy. Our son had proven his c**k blocking skills time and time again. My baby doll looked over her shoulder and smiled. "You sound so nice, Dante. Let me put on my shoes, sweetness." By "shoes" she meant black f**k me boots. I winced, watching her walk towards me. My c**k felt like it was about to explode. There was no f*****g way I was going to let my wife out of the house dressed in that s**t. It was so revealing. "Change. I don't like this outfit, baby doll. Dante can wait." "I'm not changing anything, Neanderthal. Besides, your little bimbos wear much skimpier clothing, and you don't seem to have a problem." "What the hell is that supposed to mean, Mia? You're my wife. They just work for me. I thought you were over this shit." "Well I'm not," she growled, taking Dante and exiting the room. Like all p***y-deprived motherfuckers, I took a long, cold shower. When that didn't quell my erection, I had to use my hand. Lately, my baby doll and I had been fighting more. Ian said it was to be expected, but I missed the good times. After I finished, I got dressed in a slate gray, tailored Armani suit. I had a meeting with a union that was going to endorse me for the State Senate. The campaign was going well, but my rival was trying to make me look bad. They'd already brought up HADES and my questionable morality; even having a wife and son didn't help my ass. When I got to the kitchen, our cook, Ernie, was holding a spoon to my baby doll's lips. He was a big motherfucker, probably three-hundred pounds and six-foot-six with dark black hair and eyes. He was one hundred percent Italian and had been cleared by the Russos. Like most of my employees, he had weapons training. There was little chance he'd ever have to use that s**t, but I was nothing if not careful with my family. I cleared my throat. "Is that biscuits and gravy I smell? I'm f*****g starved."