It's back!
I recommend reading Late Night Patrol & The Angel In Their Eyes prior to starting this fic...
But if you're just here for the smut then don't worry too much!
"What was I supposed to do?" Ronnie asked, kneeling beside the animal as he glanced up at you. "Leave him there?"
You stood arms folded and lips set in a hard line. This really wasn't what you were expecting to come home to. "No. I get that," you sighed, sizing up the pair. "But maybe, I don't know. Maybe you should've asked?"
You were right, and Ronnie knew it. He should've asked before bringing the dog home, but he couldn't help himself. The ill-tempered stray caught his attention almost immediately when he was called out to the animal shelter on a disturbance call.
The dog was distressed, isolated, and misunderstood - all of the things Ronnie once was, and he saw it clearly in the darkened eyes of the black pit bull. He knew a loving home and a family were all the stray needed to bounce back.
"So, can we keep him?"
Two sets of puppy dog-like eyes glanced up at you pleadingly. The soulful, innocent expressions that were impossible to say no to. "Fine. Yes, the dog can stay," you relented as you crouched down beside the canine and patted its head. "Does he have a name?"
"I was thinking - Kylo?"
You stifled a laugh. "Really?"
"Well, yeah," Ronnie stated, turning his attention to the dog, his voice turning high-pitched and squeaky. "He's just a big misunderstood softie. Aren't you, boy? Yes, you are. Yes, you are."
You smiled to yourself at the already forming bond between one man and his dog. Still, you couldn't help but wonder if the seemingly random, new addition to your family was, in fact, due to your husband's notably absent best friend.
It had been two months since that night, the night you were fucked into complete submission by your husband and Paul, and at first, everything seemed normal or as normal as it could've been.
But, as the weeks passed by, you noticed that contact with Paul grew inconsistent. He would cancel pre-arranged gatherings at a moment's notice, blaming work commitments. 'National security takes priority over movie nights,' he would cite, which was understandable, but you couldn't stop yourself from doubting his excuses. It seemed much more like avoidance to you, and even if Ronnie accepted Paul's explanations - you could tell his friend's absence was bothering him.
"H-have you heard from Paul recently?" you inquired, causing Ronnie to pause in his movements and swallow the lump in his throat.
Kylo watched him intently, ears up and head slightly cocked. "No. I haven't," he murmured. "He's just... busy with work, I guess."
"Do you really believe that?" you quizzed. "You don't think it's because of y'know... what happened?"
Ronnie rose to his feet, placing his hands on his hips as he let out a despairing sigh. "No. He said he was fine. He's fine." Then, without warning, Kylo barked, almost as if he were protesting Ronnie's absent petting as he observed his new master and his dismayed body language.
You couldn't help but notice how the dog watched with hopeful eyes and a wagging tail as Ronnie returned his attention, and for the first time, it was clear there was another that loved Ronnie just as much as you.
"Looks like I might have some competition for your affection," you giggled.
Ronnie smiled at you, then glanced back down towards Kylo. "Mommy comes first, okay?" he beamed, rubbing Kylo's ears in a gentle circular motion causing the dog to lean into his hand and let out a contented groan. "We love Mommy. We protect Mommy."
And as the weeks passed by, Kylo did just that, especially on the nights Ronnie found himself working the late shift. The protective canine would patrol the house, roaming the backyard in search of potential threats before concluding it safe and curling up by your side with a heavy sigh.
"I know, boy. I miss him too," you soothed, patting the empty spot beside you on the couch. "It's okay, though. Daddy will be home soon."
The word caused a wave of optimism and anticipation to flood through you as Kylo sprawled himself across your lap, his sides rising and falling in contentment.
Daddy...
You smiled at the thought, your imagination running wild with the idea of miniature versions of yourself and Ronnie running around. The desire for a baby had been quite relentless recently. You weren't sure if it was your biological urge or just plain old baby fever coursing through your veins, but you couldn't keep it in anymore - tonight was the night you were going to tell Ronnie that you wanted to start a family.
The sound of a key in the lock caused Kylo's ears to prick up before he snorted happily and bounded from your lap towards the front door. Happy woofing sounds filled your home as Ronnie crossed the threshold.
"Hey boy," he chirped. "Have you been good?" An excited bark escaped the dog as he greeted Ronnie with an exuberant lunge.
"How was work?" you beamed with genuine interest, watching as Ronnie squatted and endured Kylo's exuberance until it abated.
"The usual. Nothing exciting," Ronnie replied, crossing the room to join you on the couch before placing a soft, simple peck upon your lips, the type of domesticated kiss that had become a habit after several years together. "How was your day, Angel?"
"Paperwork, budgets... y'know all the fun stuff," you replied as Kylo flopped at your feet in a full doggy snit.
Ronnie nodded in acknowledgment as he kicked off his boots, making himself more comfortable. He knew exactly what you were talking about; having the same job came with its advantages.
Although, this time, you had both learned from your past mistake of working together, so, while Ronnie continued his career as Chief at the Orlando Police Department, you worked at the slightly smaller station in the neighboring city.
"Have you eaten yet?" Ronnie asked as he pulled his phone from his pocket and started scrolling.
"No, not yet," you murmured as you glanced down and picked at your nails; there was only one thought on your mind, and food wasn't it. "Umm. I was thinking; maybe we could discuss something?"
"Sure, Angel," Ronnie hummed, lost in his own world. "Should we order take-out?"
"Uh, yeah, okay."
"What do you want? Thai? Chinese? Itali-"
"A baby. I want a baby," you interjected, watching with anxious, wide eyes as Ronnie looked up from his phone.
"Well, I don't think I can order one of those," he replied with a deadpan expression before his mouth curved into a smile. "That's something we have to make at home."
A hopeful, lightness filled your chest. "So, you want to?" you questioned happily, gently biting your lip. "You want to start a family with me?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely," Ronnie beamed, pulling you on top of him before pausing and gazing adoringly into your eyes, his hand tracing the outline of your jaw. "I thought you'd never ask."
You smiled and pressed your mouth against his. The fullness of Ronnie's lips sent a spark of desire through your body as his hand moved to caress the slender column of your neck, and when your mouth opened on a pleasured sigh, his tongue pushed inside without hesitation.
In an instant, your body grew feverish and needy; your heart pounded in your chest as your hands quickly worked the buttons of his uniform shirt. "You wanna fuck a baby into me?" you asked breathlessly.
"Hell yeah, I do," Ronnie gasped, his body moving beneath yours, the hardness of his cock pushing against you from the confines of his cargo pants. "I'm gonna put my cum right where it belongs - fill your fertile little pussy right up."
You moaned at his words, moisture flooding the crotch of your panties as your hands moved in a mad rush, both of you desperately removing the items of clothing that restricted your bodies from coming together.
"Gonna make you a Daddy," you purred as Ronnie greedily nibbled at your lower lip, teasing it and tugging it between his teeth before swiftly pulling back and dragging his bottoms to mid-thigh.
"Yeah?" he questioned hopefully, his cock twitching in his hand as you repositioned yourself above him. "You're gonna look so fucking pretty, carrying my child."
"Mmmhmm," you murmured as heat consumed you. "Everyone will be able to see what you do to me when I'm all round and full."
An unrestrained whine escaped Ronnie's chest, his exhalation of arousal causing the walls of your pussy to vibrate with need as he grasped at your waist, guiding you onto his throbbing member with an urgent lustfulness.
Shared gasps and breathy moans filled the room as your cunt enveloped him to the hilt, your head falling backward as his girthy cock stretched you out.
"Christ. Even wet, you're still so fucking tight," Ronnie growled, taking one of your breasts between his lips, his mouth nipping and sucking at the skin greedily as his tongue swirled in circular motions around your taut nipple.
You stuttered undecipherable, breathless words as your arms wrapped around the back of his neck, anchoring yourself against his broad frame. "P-p-please, Ronnie," you begged, gasping for air as your pussy gripped him in desperation. "Fill me up with your hot cum."
Ronnie's grunts echoed against your skin as he kissed up your sternum before lifting his head. "You want that? You want my cum?" He questioned, his whiskey-colored brown eyes staring up at you from behind his horn-rimmed glasses. "You want me to claim you forever? Want my baby? Our baby?"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" you exclaimed loudly, your thighs clenching around him as you lowered your mouth and pressed breathless kisses against his lips. Your body was flushed and clammy as your skin pressed against his - the desire to be claimed was profound. You had never wanted anything so badly.
"Fuck me then. Show me how much you like Daddy's cock," Ronnie grunted as his hands wrapped around your ass. His grip was tight as he began to guide the rhythm of your thrusts, digging his fingertips into your skin as he pulled and pushed your hips to his liking, fucking himself deep into your cunt without mercy.
"Oh, fuuuuck. Just like that," you whined, sinking your teeth into Ronnie's shoulder blade. "Claim me - claim my body with your seed."
Like a catapult, your words sent Ronnie into overdrive as he jackhammered his cock into your eager little pussy. His relentless pace caused you to whimper, your muscles tightening as a coiling tension built in your belly - his hold on your hips was sure to leave bruises.
"Don't squirm, Angel," Ronnie hissed, watching your body as it built with pleasure. "You're my breeding bitch now."
You let out a shaking breath as your hips stuttered. The building tension in your stomach finally snapped as you came undone. "Fuck. I'm cumming," you wailed, panting hot breaths against Ronnie's sweat-ladened body.
Your walls fluttered around his cock, spasming and contracting as if your womb was desperately crying out for his cum to paint your walls white.
"Ohhh, fuccck. Look at me," Ronnie groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he stared up at you with dark, lustful eyes. "Call me Daddy."
A smile lined your lips. "Please, cum in me," you begged happily, rising up and down Ronnie's cock. "Wanna feel you shoot your load in my cunt, Daddy."
Then, with one last powerful thrust, Ronnie's eyes rolled backward before pinching shut, his jaw becoming slack in satisfaction as a strangled noise tore from his chest.
You felt the warmth of his seed hit your cervix as he emptied himself deep inside of you. His grip on your hips loosening as he filled you up, placing sloppy, wet kisses against your skin as he panted for air, slowly returning to reality.
"How does it feel?" Ronnie asked, lazily opening his eyes to meet your gaze. "Knowing that you'll be a mom soon?"
You stifled a breathy laugh as you placed a hand on his chest, your movements halting. "That was just a practice round," you murmured. "I'm still on birth control."
"Ohhhh," Ronnie drawled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "Well, you can stop taking that shit straight away."
"Yes, Daddy."
You felt his softening cock twitch inside of you. "Love it when you call me that," he grinned as you pulled off of him, his cum leaking out of you.
"I noticed," you smiled. "Anyway, can you order Chinese while I clean myself up?"
"Sure thing, Angel," Ronnie responded, reaching for his phone as you quickly dashed towards the bathroom, passing Kylo sleeping soundly in his dog bed as you did. In your excitement, you hadn't noticed him disappear from the side of the couch.
Once you got yourself sorted, you headed back towards the lounge, the sound of Ronnie's enthusiastic voice resonating around the room. His cheery disposition was beyond what you would expect for a simple Chinese takeout order.
"No, it's fine! Don't apologize. I get it; work can be all-consuming sometimes," Ronnie chirped, catching your gaze as you put your clothes back on.
"Who is it?" you mouthed with curiosity as Ronnie held up a finger to your question, engrossed in his conversation.
"Yeah. Hang on a sec - lemme put you on speaker."
"H-hello? Can you hear me?" the voice on the other end of the phone questioned.
You could barely conceal your delight. "Paul!" you exclaimed as relief flooded through you. It had been months since you had heard from him, and you could tell Ronnie was bubbling with excitement at being able to talk to his friend again.
"Oh, err. H-hi, how are you?" Paul asked, his voice hesitant as you curled up beside your husband.
"We're good. We got a dog!" you squeaked as Ronnie's arm draped around you. "Didn't we?"
Ronnie hummed in agreement. "Yeah, a rescue. His name's Kylo."
"That's a Star Wars name, right?" Paul chuckled lightly. "I bet you've got the poor thing clad in merchandise too."
You stifled a laugh as you glanced over at Kylo wearing his red and black First Order collar. "Of course he has!"
"Jeez. Do I need to come by and save the guy?" Paul joked.
Ronnie pursed his hips as he disapprovingly shook his head in jest. "You're always welcome to visit, Paul, but the dog stays with me."
"Yeah. Kylo's his baby." you smiled.
"Alright. Well, give me a month or two to finish up with work, and I'll get my flights booked," Paul concluded, causing broad smiles of excitement between you and Ronnie.
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The house was empty as you stood in the bathroom grasping the small ovulation test strip, your eyes narrowing at the result; two lines. That was a good start, and the test line was most certainly darker than the control line. You reached for the instructions just to double-check; this was all new to you, but you were determined to get it right.
You held the paper leaflet in hand, re-reading the directions.
'... this is a positive result and a good indication that the L.H. surge is occurring,' it began, your brain recalling that this was the hormone your body released large quantities of when it was, or soon to be ovulating.
Your eyes continued reading, the next part of the instructions confirming it. '...you should ovulate within the next 24-36 hours. Sexual intercourse is advised at any time after the first positive test.'
Well, that was your weekend plans decided; you'd have to work your baby-making around Paul's visit, not that Ronnie would mind. He had become quite ravenous since you asked him for a baby two months ago. It was almost as if it had awoken a primal desire in him, one that not even Ronnie knew he had.
The sound of Kylo barking excitedly pulled you from your thoughts as you swiftly cleared away the ovulation tests and exited the bathroom; Ronnie was home after collecting a certain someone from the airport.
"Hello!" you grinned, embracing Paul in a hug as Ronnie dealt with an overeager Kylo. "Long time no see."
Paul's hands were reluctant, nervous even as he touched your body, sending a stroke of electricity through you. The smell of his cologne taking you straight back to the night your naked bodies were entwined.
"H-hi," Paul stammered before pulling away abruptly. His eyes looked anywhere, but yours as Kylo took a cheerful rush at him, leaping up in eagerness with a wagging tail as he planted paws on Paul's leg.
"Kylo! Sit!" Ronnie commanded, slightly taken aback by the dog's positive behavior and clear acceptance of Paul; he was usually so standoffish with strangers.
Once Kylo had obeyed Ronnie's instruction and calmed himself, Paul crouched down to greet the newest member of the Peterson household. "Hello," he whispered softly, stroking the dog's neck. "I'm Paul."
As the evening wore on, it was almost as if no time had passed since Paul's last visit nearly four months ago. Conversations and banter easily picked up from where they had left off as empty plates and dwindling glassware engulfed the outdoor dining table.
You sat contented and comforted for a moment in the knowledge that you were lucky enough to have a friendship like that, and as the men lost themselves in conversation, you couldn't stop yourself from glancing at the time.
Twenty-four to thirty-six hours - that's what the leaflet had said. It was your only window of opportunity to get pregnant this month, and frustratingly, you were already several hours down. Determined not to miss another second, you decided to take matters into your own hands.
"Ronnie..." you murmured sweetly with a smile, interrupting him before standing up from your chair. "Do you mind helping me with the dishes?
"Yeah. Sure thing, Angel," Ronnie replied.
"No. Let me," Paul interjected, standing from his chair sharply and meeting your gaze for the first time since he arrived.
You felt your face flush before looking away. "Please. You're our guest."
"Yeah. Sit down, Paul," Ronnie insisted. "Feel free to grab another bottle from the fridge. We'll be back in a sec."
Paul pressed his lips together and forced a smile before heading toward your elegant outdoor kitchen. It was one of the many luxuries Ronnie's hush money from the Government had provided, and you both knew you were beyond fortunate to live so comfortably.
Still, you both decided to continue working in law enforcement. It felt like your way of giving back to the community, and beyond your large home, you attempted to live as modestly as possible, often donating to charities.
"Ronnie," you purred seductively, keeping your voice down as you placed the dishes on the counter and approached him. "I need your assistance."
His eyes narrowed, sensing your flirtatious behavior. "What do you need?"
You stood on your tippy-toes and whispered in your husband's ear. "I'm ovulating."
You didn't need to say any more than that before Ronnie's eyes widened in excitement, a smirk lining his lips as he grasped your hand and swiftly led you to the bedroom.
"Face down, ass up, Angel," Ronnie instructed with a gentle dominating tone as he closed the door behind him and unzipped his pants.
Knowing you had to make this quick, you did as he instructed, lifting your dress and pulling your panties to the side in preparation. You were already so drenched, unsure if it was due to your arousal or your impending ovulation.
You felt the mattress dip beneath you as Ronnie joined you on the bed, his arm encircling your waist, pulling you closer to him as you kept your head down low. "My pussy needs your cum," you mumbled against the sheets. "I'm already so wet."
"Good, because we're making a baby tonight," he breathed against your ear, his cockhead nudging at your entrance.
A high-pitched whimper escaped you as Ronnie drove his length into your quivering pussy; the size of him was overwhelming, but you were always impatient for more. You arched your back and pushed backward, a grunt escaping Ronnie as he sheathed himself inside of you.
"Fuck. Listen to how wet you are for me," Ronnie groaned through gritted teeth, his large hands holding you in place as he started to thrust himself in and out of your succulent cunt.
Taking you from behind had become his new favorite position. You knew Ronnie loved watching your tight little hole take his cock, that he loved watching your needy little cunt clench around him as it desperately took him for all he was worth - just like the greedy girl you were.
"I just want you to shoot your load deep inside me, okay?" you instructed. You weren't concerned about your orgasm; you just needed to be filled.
"Yeah? Do you want Daddy's hot, white cum in you? Hmm?"
You whined in response. "Yes, Daddy. Breed me like the stud you are."
When you first asked for a baby, you never expected it to awaken something in Ronnie. It was like it triggered a primal desire in him, a fundamental urge to breed. You often wondered if it had something to do with Centerville, if procreating somehow added a deeper meaning and purpose to his life - a reason he survived that horrifying night.
"Stop clenching every time I hit your cervix," Ronnie chastised, delivering a spanking as your body writhed from the pressure. "I need to fuck you deep if I'm going to knock you up."
"O-o-okay," you stuttered, squeezing your eyes shut as Ronnie set a brutal pace. You couldn't stop the chorus of unrestrained cries that escaped you before his large hand moved to cover your mouth.
"Shh, Angel. Do you want Paul to hear?" Ronnie growled, his hips striking your backside as he continued to fuck you. "You want him to know we're conceiving our child?"
You exhaled a muffled moan against his palm. The thought of Paul being able to hear what you were doing sent a shudder of pleasure through you as your cunt fluttered around your husband's cock. The notion shouldn't have had such an effect, but it did.
"You ready to take my load?" Ronnie questioned, breathlessly, his movements stuttering. "I'm gonna c-cum deep; make sure you get p-pregnant."
His grip tightened on your waist before you felt him let go completely. Gush after gush of hot cum flooded your cunt as Ronnie spilled himself deep inside of you - a pleased grunt escaping him as he slowly pulled his spent member from your throbbing pussy.
Your walls clenched as it protested the loss, causing cum to seep from your entrance. You heard a tut echo around the room as Ronnie's eyes bore into you. He watched intently as his spend leaked from your core, your body flinching when he swiped a finger through your folds, collecting his mess.
You knew he hated wasting a single drop; it's why he loved you in this position. It was the perfect tilted angle for Ronnie to push his cum back inside of your needy little fuckhole.
"That's it. Good girl. Take it all," he ordered before relinquishing his hold on your body, finally allowing you to collapse as he tucked himself back into his pants. "We should probably get back downstairs. Paul will be wondering where we got to."
You hummed in agreement, readjusting your underwear and sundress as you glanced over at your husband. "I love you."
"I love you too, Angel," Ronnie smiled, pulling you against him as he planted a soft, delicate open-mouthed kiss upon your lips.
You both attempted to return to the backyard inconspicuously. It felt like you had been gone a while, but only five minutes had passed as you glanced at your watch.
"Paul," Ronnie exasperated with hands on his hips, mouth slightly pursed. "Don't feed Kylo leftover food. It's bad for him!"
Paul lifted his head, eyes wide as he tried to conceal his guilt. "I-I didn't, I was, just uh, petting Kylo," he insisted before swiftly changing the topic. "Everything okay?"
Your cheeks turned pink as you sat down. "Yeah. We were just, uh, changing a lightbulb."
"A lightbulb?" Paul questioned, raising a brow as he went to pour you a glass of wine.
"Oh! N-no, thank you," you interjected, jumping forward in your chair slightly to cover the top of your glass.
Paul paused in his movements, his eyes darting between you and Ronnie. "W-what? You're not? Are you...?" His facial expression was a mix between disbelief and delight.
"No. Well, not yet, at least," you smiled, catching Ronnie's awe-struck gaze as you smoothed your dress and brushed over your stomach. A fluttering sensation built in your chest as you imagined your soon-to-be-expanding belly; you were sure this month was the month.