Ezra

Donnie and Lucas Marchetti got approved to be adoptive parents to a little baby boy at 7:36 on a Tuesday morning.

Donnie then called me at 7:42 crying his eyes out, and the whole time I thought they had gotten denied by the biologicals babies parents.

Turns out he was crying tears of joy, which then made me cry and Vincent panic.

"Hello?" I answered the phone with a gritty voice since I had previously been sleeping.

"Who is that?" Vincent mouthed to me, as I mouthed back, "Donnie." and he nodded his head and nuzzled back down on my chest.

"Oh Ezra!" Donnie cried hysterically into the phone, "Ezra the baby! The baby!"

"The baby? Donnie what's wrong?"

I could barely make out the words he was saying, "Ezra- I'm- I don't- dad!" He stuttered out.

"Donnie, slow down! Did you get approved or not!?" I questioned as I heard him sniffling.

"No, no approved!"

"So didn't get approved?" I confirmed, and he yelled out, "No! We got approved, are you even listening!? We're gonna have a baby!" He cried even harder.

So after trying to calm Donnie down for twenty minutes, he eventually picked me up at my house at we made our way the first of many baby shops.

Donnie had previously lied when he said he had some stuff picked out for the baby, he had literally nothing, not a single thing other than some random outdated bibs with mustaches on them.

2013 was a hard year for us all

And we were both pretty confused on what to get for an actual child, so we got everything that the baby registries told us to get. We had to make a few trips back to Donnie's house to drop off stuff and reload at another store, and after a lot of money spent, the mission was almost completed.

We were walking around the last baby store and Donnie was trying to find a few last onesies, when a small little pajama set caught my eye.

"This is like, the sweetest little pajama set. I'm actually in love with these! Look at the little feeties on them!" I exclaimed to Donnie.

"If you like them, get them." He shrugged, looking over the pile of clothes in his arms.

"You said you were gonna start trying in a few months, go ahead and get them." He nodded his head.

"You don't think that's bad luck?" I questioned.

"Well we don't want to be in another situation like this again, so I say start prepping now." He confirmed, and I found a few more outfits I liked before going to the register with Donnie.

After Donnie dropped me off back at my house, I sat in the kitchen and ate some fruit while I messed around on my phone. After I got bored of that, I looked out into the backyard, and decided since it was a warm sunny day, I would put the large inground pool to use and get some sun.

I put on my bathing suit, and made my way down to the pool, stopping in the pool house first to grab some towels.

I also figured I might as well give Vincent a heart attack while I was at it, deciding to take off my top, I sent a picture of my bare breasts to Vincent along with a simple, "Miss you."

I laughed internally, men are so easy,

And just like I figured, approximately 12 seconds later I got an incoming call, "Hello?" I spoke into the phone.

"Tell me you're not outside with your tits out."

"I'm not outside with my tits out." I said seriously back to him.

"Ezra, we have security cameras and the guards make rounds. Put a fuckin' shirt on."

"Eh, probably not, nice try though."

"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you, right now." He enunciated every word.

"I think you better come home and make me, huh?" I laughed.

He hung up the phone, and I knew I had about fifteen minutes of freedom left, so I laid back and placed my sunglasses on, waiting for my husband.

I was almost asleep when I heard a loud voice, "Ezra!" I heard him from across the pool, but I acted like I didn't hear him.

"EZRA!" He was getting closer.

He was right in front of me faster than I anticipated, holy hell he's in shape.

I sat still in my spot, only pulling down my sunglasses farther down my nose to see he looked pretty pissed, "Ezra. I'll give you five seconds to put a shirt on before I take you the fuck upstairs and make you."

I decided to mess with him a little, and played dumb, "What do you mean? I'm sunbathing at my house. I'm not allowed to sunbathe?" I started, and handed him the sunscreen. "Put it on my back?"

He just looked at me like I had two heads.

"Put your shirt back on, Ezra."

I shrugged my shoulders, making a move to stand, "Well if you won't put sunscreen on my back, I guess I'll find a security guard who can." I ask, looking toward the double doors back into the kitchen.

I knew no one was watching, as soon as Vincent knew I sunbathing with no top, he definitely made them leave the area.

He crouched down to my level, and roughly grabbed my jaw, pulling us face to face. I smiled lightly as my lips brushed his, and reached my hands out to run through his thick dark hair, and whispered in his ear, "Let me suck your dick."

I could tell he was surprised, but I was horny and didn't care.

I remove my hands from his hair, and he sat on the lounge chair with me as I reached for his growing bulge, rubbing my hand up and down.

He roughly grabs the top of my neck, right by my jawline making me look into his eyes, "Don't think I'll forget about this little stunt, Ezra."

I smile at him and place a small kiss on the corner of his mouth, "I love it when you get protective of me. It makes me so wet, daddy." I whispered in his ear as I unzipped his pants.

He started to move his hands down to my bathing suit bottoms, but I stopped him, "Let me make you feel good." I whispered in the shell of his ear.

I slowly reached my hand into his boxers, before feeling his long length harden underneath me, while his whole body tensed. I pulled out his now hard dick and began slowly rubbing my thumb over the tip with the little bit of precum that came out.

He groaned lowly, and fuck if it's not the hottest thing I've ever heard in my life.

His dick was standing hard, and I replace my hands with my mouth on the tip, and reach my hands down to rub his balls just how he likes.

I swirl my tongue over the tip, and take more and more of his dick into my mouth. I take my other hand and pump the base, as he places his hand in my hair, moving my head back and forth, urging his dick further down my throat.

After several minutes, I feel the familiar sensation of Vincent's stomach tightening, and feel the warmth shoot down my throat.

He pulls his dick back into his pants, and takes off his shirt and hands it to me. I put it on this time, without a fight.

We lay back on the suntan bed, and I lean back on his chest as he takes his large hand and slowly traces circles on my stomach, inching his way up to gently massage my breast, pulling the shirt up with it, "I love you so much it almost hurts." He whispers in my ear, gripping his ginormous hand around my breast that are out once more.

Why make me put on a shirt if your just gonna pull the girls outta there?

I turn to my head up to look at him, "Whoa buddy. I thought we were friends." I mocked confusion.

He pinches my nipple, which made me jump slightly, "I was kidding, I love you too. geez." I playfully roll my eyes, knowing good and well he despises when I do that.

He looks down at me for a couple seconds, "But."

"But?"

"But, if you are ever out here topless again without me home," He kisses me gently on the lips, and pulls only centimeters away, whispering against my lips lowly, "I'll kill anyone who see's you. I don't care who, I promise you."

I don't doubt him for even a second on that promise. I'm honestly surprised he didn't freak out even more. I'm not really even sure why I did it, I guess in the wise words of Kim Kardashian, "I was horny and felt like it."

"Noted." I squeak out.

"Now that thats's settled, he reaches his hand down slowly, pulling at the top of my bathing suit bottoms, running his fingers right along the seams.

I grip onto his arm holding on for dear life, as he starts running his finger down the outside of my bathing suit bottoms, teasing me.

"Vincent." I started

"Patience, baby."

He finally reached his finger into swim suit bottoms, I was a little embarrassed at how wet I was.

"So wet, sweet girl. You're dripping." He takes his calloused finger and starts rubbing my opening slowly, making my shift lightly underneath him. He takes his long finger and starts rubbing it on my clit, going faster and faster with each minute passing.

I figured since I'd inflate his ego while I was at it, gripping onto his wrist, I lean my head up whispering in his ear, "I was thinking about you when I was laying out here, and it made me so wet. Just the thought of you makes me feel like this."

I finished a little too quickly on his hand, and he brought his fingers up to his mouth, sucking the wetness off, which made a shiver shake through my body.

Why does everything he does make me want to rip out my ovaries?

We laid outside a little longer, but Vincent was grumbling about being hungry, so we made our way back into the kitchen.

He was standing near the counter making us a sandwich, and I was sat on the stool right next to him texting Donnie, when Vincent's words pulled my nose out of my phone, "What's this?" he asked, holding up the baby clothes I had bought today.

"Oh, when I was shopping with Donnie for the baby, I saw some really cute stuff and I knew it wouldn't be there in a couple months so I went ahead and picked it up."

He put his large hand in my abdomen, "You know, I can call the fertility doctor and have you an appointment within the hour." He laughed.

"I know. Maybe I can have a little bit more time to think about it?" I questioned.

"Anything you want baby, it's your world,
I'm just living in it." He smiled down at me, handing me my sandwich, and I couldn't help but think that everything would be alright.

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