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I KISSED CELINE'S neck as she slept, my lips barely ghosting over her skin. She smelled like roses and whiskey, her breath soft, steady. My arm was wrapped around her waist, holding her close. Even in sleep, she pressed into me, her body instinctively seeking mine.

I should've been sleeping too. Instead, I lay there, wide awake, staring at the ceiling.

She wanted a baby.

Even drunk, she had whispered it to me like a secret, like something fragile and precious.

I wanted one too.

More than that, I wanted everything with her. I wanted to wake up to her every morning, fall asleep with her every night. I wanted to watch her belly swell with our child, to see her carrying something we created together.

But she had to be sober when she said it.

She stirred slightly, mumbling something under her breath before turning over, her cheek pressing against my chest. I ran my hand down her back, letting my fingers trace slow circles against her spine.

Fuck, I loved her.

The thought hit me like a punch to the gut.

I'd always known it, but tonight? Tonight, it felt undeniable.

I kissed her forehead before shifting carefully, sliding out of bed without waking her.

I needed a drink. Or a cigarette. Maybe both.

I pulled on a pair of sweats and padded downstairs, running a hand through my hair as I poured myself a glass of whiskey. The house was quiet. Too quiet. It gave me too much time to think.

Celine's voice replayed in my head.

"Papi, I'm ovulating."

"You still want a baby?"

My grip tightened on the glass.

Yes.

I wanted it more than anything.

I took a slow sip, letting the burn settle in my chest.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow, she'd be sober. And if she still wanted it, if she still looked at me with that same certainty in her eyes...

I wasn't letting her go.

The next morning, I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and headed downstairs. The house was still quiet, the kind of stillness that only existed in the early hours before my wife woke up and filled the space with her presence.

Summer, Lottie, Albert, and the rest of the staff filed into the room, their arms full of bouquets—one after another, a seemingly endless parade of flowers. The scent of roses, peonies, and lilies thickened the air, mixing with the lingering warmth of morning coffee.

Today was Valentine's Day, and the chaos of planning had kept me so busy yesterday that my wife had to stumble into my office drunk and barefoot just to check if I was still alive.

"You're still bringing this stuff in?" I asked, glancing at the floral overload. "She's going to be up any minute."

"There was a problem with the shipment," Summer said, tossing a handful of petals onto the floor. "They thought we were joking when we ordered a hundred pounds of flower petals."

Pink and red balloons trailed along the staircase, tied neatly to the railings, their ribbons cascading down like vines. Bouquets were arranged meticulously, each one surrounded by a border of scattered petals. In the corner, a life-sized teddy bear sat propped up, an envelope resting against its fuzzy chest.

Inside the envelope were the keys to a new car and a credit card with no limit. A small gesture—because no amount of money could ever match what she'd given me.

Her breakfast was laid out perfectly—fresh fruit, croissants, the espresso just the way she liked it.

Now I just had to get ready before she woke up.

I adjusted the envelope on the table, making sure it was the first thing she'd see when she came downstairs. The smallest details mattered with Celine—if I was going to spoil her, it had to be perfect.

Lottie straightened one of the bouquets, then stepped back, surveying the setup. "Think she'll like it?"

"She better," I muttered, rubbing my jaw.

"She will," Albert said confidently, setting down another arrangement. "Unless she's still mad about yesterday."

I shot him a look. "She wasn't mad."

Albert smirked. "She was drunk, barefoot, and damn near crying in your office. That's not exactly a happy woman."

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. Yesterday had been... a lot. Seeing her like that had done something to me—seeing how much she'd needed me.

Before I could say anything else, Summer glanced at her phone. "You better hurry. She usually wakes up around now."

I gave the room one last look, then turned on my heel and headed upstairs.

Celine was still asleep, tangled in the sheets like she'd been fighting a war in her dreams. Her hair spilled across my pillow, lips parted slightly, breath even.

For a second, I just watched her. My wife.

I leaned down, pressing a slow kiss to her shoulder, my hand trailing lightly down her arm. "Tesoro," I murmured.

She shifted, groaning. "Mm?"

"Wake up."

She peeked one eye open. "No."

I chuckled, brushing my lips over her temple. "It's Valentine's Day."

That got both eyes open.

She blinked at me sleepily, processing the words, then stretched, arching her back like a damn cat. "Did you get me something?"

I smirked. "Why don't you come downstairs and find out?"

Her eyes narrowed, but the excitement was already creeping in. She sat up, rubbing the sleep from her face, then swung her legs over the edge of the bed.

"I swear, if you just got me flowers, I'll kill you."

I laughed, standing up. "Come see for yourself, amor mio."

She huffed but stood, slipping on a silk robe. I grabbed her waist before she could leave, pulling her in for a kiss—slow, deep, until she was breathless against me.

"Happy Valentine's Day," I murmured against her lips.

She hummed, smiling. "Let's see if I'll be happy after I open that envelope."

I smirked, letting her go. "Try not to faint."

And with that, I led her downstairs.

As we descended the stairs, I kept my eyes on her, watching her reaction unfold in real-time. Her gaze swept over the entire setup—balloons cascading down the staircase, petals carpeting the floor, bouquets of every shade of red and pink filling the space with their scent. The massive teddy bear stood in the corner, nearly her height, and on the dining table, her breakfast was laid out perfectly, next to the sleek envelope containing the car keys and credit cards.

Celine stopped at the last step, lips parting slightly.

I smirked. There it is.

She turned to me slowly, suspicion flickering in her eyes, like she wanted to be unimpressed but couldn't manage it. "Antonio..."

"Happy Valentine's Day, Tesoro," I murmured, slipping my arms around her waist.

She reached for the envelope first, flipping it open, and her breath hitched when the keys slid into her palm. "No."

I kissed her cheek. "Yes."

She turned the credit cards over, inspecting them, and then her eyes darted to me, gleaming. "You got me a car?"

I brushed my lips against her ear. "Of course I did."

Her head tipped back, and she let out the most satisfied hum, gripping my chin between her fingers before kissing me. It started slow, deep, her lips soft, tasting like sleep and warmth, but then her fingers twisted in my hair, and she bit my bottom lip.

I groaned, pressing her into me, but before I could deepen it, she pulled back, grinning. "Eat breakfast with me before you leave."

I sighed, squeezing her ass before stepping away. "Fine."

She turned to the table, plucking a piece of fruit from the plate and pressing it to my lips. I took it without breaking eye contact, sliding my hand to the small of her back as I chewed.

For a moment, it was just us—the smell of roses thick in the air, the warmth of her body against mine, the lazy, indulgent energy of the morning stretching between us.

But eventually, I had to leave.

I reluctantly pulled away, feeling her fingers graze over my chest one last time before I turned to head out the door. I grabbed my jacket and keys, but I couldn't shake the feeling of her warmth lingering with me.

As I drove to the office, my mind kept drifting back to her—her smile, the softness of her skin, the way her lips felt pressed against mine. Valentine's Day was supposed to be just another day, a momentary distraction in the chaos of my life, but with Celine, everything changed.

I parked outside my office and stepped inside, the rush of the day hitting me immediately. Calls were waiting, urgent emails, and meetings to attend to. But even as the work piled up, I couldn't help but think about the breakfast we shared, the car I'd given her, the plans I had for us later. All of it had a singular purpose: to show her how much she meant to me. It wasn't just about the material things; it was about giving her something real, something she could hold onto.

The day stretched on, hours passing in a blur of tasks and deadlines. I checked the clock—almost time to wrap things up. I made a quick call to confirm a few things, my mind still preoccupied with her. I was ready to go back home to Celine, to the place where everything felt right, where the chaos of the world outside didn't matter.

The thought of her waiting for me, the anticipation of what we'd share tonight, made everything else seem insignificant.

After finishing the last few things on my to-do list, I stood, grabbing my jacket. I glanced at the clock one more time. Valentine's Day wasn't over yet, and I was determined to make it count.

I stepped through the front door, rolling my shoulders, tension still thrumming in my muscles from the day. But the second I saw her, everything else faded.

Celine stood in the middle of the living room, bathed in the soft glow of the lights, wearing nothing but a sheer robe that barely counted as clothing. The delicate fabric draped over her like a whisper, completely see-through, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

My gaze trailed down, taking in every inch of her—her bare curves, the way her nipples pressed against the sheer material, the smooth expanse of her stomach leading down to where the robe loosely tied at her waist. My jaw clenched, heat rushing through my body in a slow, devastating wave.

She smiled, slow and sultry, biting her lip as she sauntered toward me. "Welcome home, Papi."

My hands twitched at my sides. "Celine..." My voice was rough, deeper than I intended.

She stopped just inches from me, close enough for me to feel her warmth, close enough for me to reach out and tear that flimsy thing off her if I wanted to. And fuck, did I want to.

But instead, she dragged her hands up my chest, smoothing over my shirt as she tilted her head up to look at me. "I got you a gift."

I arched a brow, barely able to focus when she was standing there, practically naked, teasing me with every little movement. "You did?"

She hummed, reaching for something on the table behind her. A sleek black box, wrapped with a ribbon. She held it out to me, grinning.

I took it, glancing down at the packaging, my mind still caught between unwrapping the box and unwrapping her. "What is it?"

Her fingers played with the tie at her waist, pulling it loose, the robe slipping slightly from her shoulders. "Open it and see."

I barely had the patience, but I tugged the ribbon free, lifting the lid. Inside was a sleek, engraved watch—classic, expensive, thoughtful. It was exactly my style.

I looked back at her, something warm flickering in my chest. "Tesoro..."

But before I could say more, before I could pull her in and thank her properly, she let the robe slip down her shoulders completely.

It hit the floor in a soft whisper of fabric.

And she stood there, bare, glowing, watching me with that wicked little smirk.

I exhaled sharply, my grip tightening around the watch box before I tossed it onto the table, forgotten. My hunger for her drowned out everything else.

Her voice was a taunt, soft and teasing. "Do you like your gift?"

My throat was dry. My body was already on fire. I took a slow, deliberate step forward, my hands finally landing on her waist, feeling her bare skin beneath my fingers.

"Oh, I love it," I murmured. "But I love this even more."

My hands trembled slightly asI lifted Celine off the ground, her tiny porcelain frame wrapped around me like a doll.I carried her to our bedroom, my tall form towering over her. As soon as we were inside, she sank to her knees, her small hands reaching for my belt.

I watched in astonishment as Celine eagerly unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants, my dick springing out.I gasped as she immediately wrapped her full lips around the head, sucking hungrily. "Celine, wait..."I panted, trying to pull her off.

As Celine's soft lips engulfed my throbbing cock, I groaned involuntarily, my hands reflexively grasping her silky black hair. "Celine, stop... I don't..." But my protests faded as she plunged forward, her tiny mouth taking me deep, her throat squeezing my shaft.I stared down in awe as Celine's small black head bobbed rhythmically, her lips stretched obscenely around my thick cock. She looked up at me with lust-filled eyes, gagging slightly but refusing to relent. My hips jerked uncontrollably, fucking her face as pleasure overwhelmed me.I stood there, frozen in shock and pleasure as Celine deepthroated me with ease. Her tiny hands gripped my ass, pulling me deeper into her mouth. I could feel my cock hitting the back of her throat, but she just moaned, taking me even further. "Holy fuck, Celine,"

"Fuck, baby, how the fuck are you taking me so deep?" My grip tightened in her hair, guiding her head as I thrust shallowly into her throat. She gagged beautifully, spit dripping down her chin, mixing with our saliva. Her tiny fingers traced my balls, making my knees weaken.

Celine pulled back momentarily, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to my glistening cock. "Fuck my mouth harder, Antonio," she demanded, her voice husky with lust. Without hesitation, I grabbed her head with both hands, slamming my cock in and out of her throat.

With a grunt, I slammed my cock deep into Celine's throat one last time, hold her head in place as I exploded. Thick ropes of cum pumped directly into her stomach, her throat convulsing around me. She swallowed greedily, milking every last drop.Pulling out, I watched as cum trickled from the corners of her mouth. Without a word, I grabbed her petite frame and tossed her onto the bed. She bounced softly, her body spread out before me. I climbed on top, flipping her onto her stomach and yanking her hips up.

"Fuck, this little cunt needs discipline," I muttered, raising my hand high before bringing it crashing down directly onto Celine's vulnerable pussy lips. The wet slap rang out, a sharp contrast to her muffled squeal. Her hips jerked involuntarily, pressing back against my palm.I slapped her pussy again and again, the sound of wet flesh hitting flesh filling the room. Celine moaned and squirmed, her tiny body writhing as her pussy was punished. My large hand easily covered her entire cunt, leaving no part untouched by my brutal spanking.Satisfied with her punishment, I grasped her hips firmly and spread her cheeks apart. Her pink, swollen pussy lips peeked out, glistening with her own juices and my saliva from the brutal spanking. I slipped two thick fingers into her tight hole without warning, causing her to yelp.

I curled my fingers inside her, hitting that spot that made her buck and moan. "Fuck, your pussy is so tight," I grunted, pumping my fingers in and out of her. Her walls clenched around me, trying to suck me deeper. I added a third finger, stretching her wide.

"God... yes..." Celine moaned loudly, pushing back against my hand. Her pussy gripped my fingers tightly, trying to milk them. Wet, lewd sounds filled the room as I sped up my movements, adding a fourth finger, stretching her tiny hole brutally. Her moans grew louder.I pulled my soaking wet hand out of her pussy, making her moan at the loss. Before she could recover, I lined my thick, hard cock up with her entrance and slammed in without warning. Her body jerked forward from the impact, her small frame barely taking my length. "Damn, baby,"

I started pounding into her hard and fast, my thick cock splitting her open. She screamed in pleasure and pain as I filled her completely. I leaned down, wrapping my lips around one of her hard nipples. I sucked and bit down slightly, sending jolts of pleasure to her core. "Harder..." she moaned, wrapping her legs around me. I switched to her other nipple, sucking deep and hard. She wailed, her body wracking with pleasure. I switched between her breasts, sucking, biting, and licking. Her moans grew louder, more uncontrolled.

I buried my face between her neck and shoulder, licking and sucking at the sensitive skin. My hands gripped her waist possessively as I pounded into her, going balls deep with each thrust. "Mine..." I growled, punctuating each word with a hard thrust.

I continued to pound into her relentlessly, my hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. My cock filled her completely, hitting every sensitive spot inside her. I licked and sucked on her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses and hickeys. Her moans grew louder and more desperate. "I'm... I'm gonna cum..." Celine gasped out, her pussy clamping down around my cock. I could feel her body trembling with pleasure, her orgasm approaching quickly. Her nipples were rock hard against my chest as I pounded into her.

With a sharp cry, Celine's orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy spasmed wildly around my cock, squeezing me rhythmically as ecstasy flooded her body. "Fuck yes!" I groaned, feeling her come apart beneath me. A few more powerful thrusts and my own climax hit.

I loved Valentines Day.

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hey...😃 erm im just gonna leave this here and go wash my..spirit.

how was this chapter thoo

pls drink water

- zio 🍸