Norman

Norman watched as Sasha kissed Logan's cheek, wrapping him up in his new jacket. Each time they brought him back to the foster home, the harder it was to leave him behind.

There had been a snag with the adoption, but Shannon was dealing with it.

There had to be an assessment done on Logan to make sure he wanted to live with them.

Their backgrounds had come back fine, and Shannon assured him it was just down to paperwork. One department needing to talk to another, and rather than phone calls, they had to do it in paper. He was used to problems like this.

Logan threw his arms around Sasha, holding her close.

She was so beautiful, and she took his breath away. They had been together for a little over a month now. A month of being married, and he loved her ever more.

Shannon nodded at him, taking hold of Logan's hand as Sasha came back to him.

"I hate this. I hate leaving him."

"We'll have him soon. I've already got my lawyers working on speeding up the process." He handed her some leaflets of houses they still had to look at.

Logan had come with them in the morning to see some of the properties that they were interested in. Most of the places were too superficial, and wouldn't welcome a child.

Norman was looking for something spacious, that screamed for children to have fun, laugh, and enjoy life.

Climbing behind the wheel, he headed out of the city, driving for over an hour until he got to the next house.

"'A beautiful house fit for a family who are looking to get away from the city. Its quaint location allows for the owners to bask in a peaceful life.' Sounds interesting."

"Those little slogans are designed to make people buy them."

"Very true. That cube mansion. Perfect for an artist type who likes to defy the conventional," she said.

"Ha, if you ask me the guy was just allergic to anything with a circle."

She started chuckling, and he loved the sound.

Pulling up outside a large security gate, Norman sighed.

"Give it a chance. Think about it, a gate is security. We won't worry about Logan's safety."

They were admitted by the realtor, and Norman pulled up outside of the house. Only the realtor was waiting.

"Mr. and Mrs. Rockwell, welcome," he said, shaking their hands.

"Andrew," Norman said.

"Where's the little man?" Andrew asked.

"We had to drop him off. He was getting too tired," Sasha said.

None of them wanted to say that Logan was currently in foster care.

"It's a shame. I have a feeling he'd love this one. Taking Sasha's hand, Norman followed Andrew inside.

The moment they set foot inside, it screamed home to him. The door closed, and Andrew went on, talking nonstop about the previous owners. The overall love in the house was easily seen.

Norman loved the place.

The kitchen was up to date, with modern appliances, and he saw Sasha standing behind the counter, heavily pregnant with Logan beside her. It was a scene that he'd pictured many times growing up. She had stepped out of his dreams, and helped to make them a reality.

Once they were upstairs, he saw their bedroom, and there were four other bedrooms. They picked out Logan's room, and then he saw the room he could make into a nursery.

"It's perfect," she said.

"It is."

By the time they got to the garden, with the tree house, swing, and barbecue pit, he was sold.

"I'll take it."

Andrew paused. "You're sure?"

"I'm sure. We both want it. Make the arrangements. I'll pay the asking price, plus extra if they need it." He tugged Sasha to him. "We have a house."

"We do."

He slammed his lips down on hers, and everything else faded away. All of his dreams, they were coming true.

"Let's go to dinner."

After all the paperwork was done and the deposit was paid, Norman took her to a little French restaurant. They had a private table where they were able to talk about the plans for the future. He knew what he wanted to do.

Taking hold of her hand, he kissed her knuckles, and smiled at her. "You're going to make me the happiest man in the world."

"And how am I going to do that?" she asked.

"By giving me a child, letting me make love to you every chance I get, and tonight, I intend to claim the only hole I've not had."

She burst out laughing.

"That was really romantic until you got to the last part."

"You haven't seen romance yet."

"I don't think doing anal would class as being very romantic."

"You've not seen how good I am at it yet. I may surprise you."

Later that night, when Sasha was lying naked on the couch, he spread open the cheeks of her ass, and teased some lube between her cheeks.

"I don't feel the romance," she said.

He chuckled, and slid his finger into her pussy. "What if I was to tell you that I hated it when you went on dates?"

"You want to talk about past dates right now?"

"Not all of them. I'm just talking about how I felt." Pushing a finger deep inside her cunt with one hand, he used his other hand to tease her ass. The tight ring of muscles of her anus kept him out, but he was determined to get inside. With enough pressure, he pushed a finger into her anus, feeling her pussy grow slick around his finger. "I would hate it. I'd sit at my desk thinking of ways to keep you with me."

"I never knew," she said, moaning.

Adding a second finger to her ass and pussy, he thrust inside her. His cock was already leaking pre-cum, and coated in lube. He was preparing her to take his dick. He wanted to own every part of her, surround her so that all she could think about was him.

"I hated the women," she said.

"What?"

"The women you had coming through the place. I hated them, and most of the time I wanted to run and cry. I never understand it till now."

When she was ready for him, he moved behind her, gripping his cock, and easing the tip inside her ass. He told her to push out, and slowly, he sank his cock into her ass, filling her up.

"There will never be another woman for me, Sasha. I belong to you. I don't give a fuck if we make a babyy or not. I just want you."

He eased out of her ass so that only the tip was inside her. Norman watched his cock sink inside her, her ass opening up to take what he had to give.

"How does it feel?"

"So good. So wrong!"

He chuckled, biting her neck.

Keeping his strokes slow, he took his time fucking her ass, waiting for her to get used to the feel of him. Only when she started to wriggle, and slam up against him did he go a little deeper, push in a little harder.

It wasn't long before he was gripping her hip, and fucking her ass. He wasn't hard or rough.

He simply claimed her in a way that made her know she belonged to him.

"Fuck, baby, you're mine. Always will be," he said, biting her neck, holding her hips steady as he took her.

Sliding one hand between her, he fingered her clit, holding off his own orgasm until she found her own release.

"Please, please, please," she said.

Sasha came, and her ass squeezed him so tightly that it set off his own orgasm. He pumped his cum into her ass, and when it was over, he sprawled on top of her, kissing her shoulder and neck.

"That has to be out of this world," she said.

"I now own every part of you. There's nowhere else you can go."

"I wouldn't want to go anywhere else. You're stuck with me. Scared?"

"No. I'm not."

"You're a different man from what I thought you would be," she said.

"What did you think I was?"

"I don't know. A playboy, cold, calculating. You're all of those things, but there's more to you. You've got a part of you that is just magical, beautiful, and charming." She turned her head so that he could see her. "I like that guy."

"I can't be those things in the office."

"I know. I don't need you to be them. Besides, I wouldn't want anyone else to know how lucky I am to have met a guy like you."

He took possession of her lips, knowing there was no one else he ever wanted, not ever.

He was in love with Sasha, and he was going to love her for the rest of his life.