“Always.” His hand left my tummy and made its way between my thighs, and I felt his long rough fingers looking for my pussy. I spread my legs wider, and he was there. First one, then two, then three fingers fucking in and out of me as he nibbled my neck. With his other hand, he tweaked my nipple until a spurt of warm milk sprayed across his fingers.
That was something new, my body had just started producing milk a few days ago, and he’s been fascinated ever since. I wasn’t surprised when he turned me around so that he could take my leaking nipple into his mouth.
I felt the pull in my womb when he sucked, and my knees almost buckled from the double stimulation of having his fingers in me and my nipple in his mouth. Sensing the position I was in, he lifted me and carried me to our king-sized bed, where he laid me down, spread out for his eyes to feast.
His eyes were fever bright as they roamed all over my body and his hands; those hands that have brought me so much pleasure were gentle as they rubbed my thighs back and forth, going higher each time until his thumbs met at the lips of my pussy and massaged me there.
I could already feel my body heating up, felt the sharp teeth of need as it coursed through me. I spread my legs and lifted them, planting my feet on the mattress and left my pussy open for him to do whatever he wanted with me. And what he wanted is what I want, always.
He got down on his knees next to the bed and buried his face between my thighs. He’d said once that my taste had changed, that it had become sweeter, and so I knew it could be hours before he got his fill. I endured the sweet torture of his tongue licking into me before pulling out to tease my clit over and over again until I needed more.
I tugged on his hair, my signal for him to come to me, and he left off, eating me out to climb up between my thighs and slide his cock home. Because he had to go slow, be careful not to hurt us, the long drawn out rhythm of his cock and hips made everything hypersensitive.
My nipples tingled and hardened, and the knot of sexual heat in my gut grew tighter and tighter as I begged him with my body to make me cum. I rubbed my tummy while he fucked me because I knew it would arouse him further and reaped the benefit of having him grow harder inside of me.
I’m sure we made a purely erotic sight as we writhed on the bed, the sheets now wet with our sweat as he took his time fucking me with slow deep strokes of his cock. All of my concentration went between my thighs, and I got caught up in the moment.
I’ve been having more and more moments like these, where my mind is filled with everything that I now have, all that he’s given me. Like a new family and a home, but most of all, his love.
I used to think that it was just sex with him. Even after he told me he wanted me to have his child, I thought then that he was only using me to get the son he’s always wanted. But now I know, now I know the feeling of true love, both giving and receiving.
In the months since my pregnancy had been confirmed, he’s worked diligently to make me happy. No one else has ever put my needs first, has ever gone above and beyond to make sure my every wish was met.
Drake is the only one. I’d long stopped pursuing music, something I once thought was my life, but I don’t feel like I’m missing anything. He’d set up a studio here on the farm that I can play in anytime I want.
But I find these days though I dabble with writing a song here and there, the dream of making it big, of going on the road with a band and having my name lit up in lights on a marquee fades in comparison to the new dream I have of bearing his children.
The thought of him keeping me barefoot and pregnant the way he’s always threatening to do no longer fills me with anxiety but with a sense of excitement. Because now I’m sure of his love for me that’s separate from his love for the children, I will bear him. I know now that he wouldn’t want this life with anyone else but me.
When he pulled out and helped me onto my side before climbing in behind me, I lifted my leg and scooted my ass back a little making it easier for him to find my entrance. He slid his cock inside me nice and slow from behind, and my pussy clamped down around him.
“I’m not gonna cum anytime soon, baby, since I just fucked you in the shower.”
“I know!”
Epilogue
DRAKE
I sat next to the pool, keeping an eye on the kids. Eight-year-old Pauline was showing the six-year-old twins how to do tricks in the water while the four-year-old triplets were confined to the kiddie side of the pool that was blocked off from the deeper end.
Their mother was in the house, feeding our three-month-old son while the two-year-old was down for his nap. She’d given me five children in as many years with three pregnancies. You’d think eight would be enough, but I think I wanna double that or get close.
I’ve been monitoring her temperature, and tonight is looking good for a breeding session. One of the three nannies came out with a tray of boxed juices and snacks for the kids, and I waited for the others to join us before heading inside.
We’d had no choice but to hire them after the triplets were born. But since my wife felt just a little bit threatened having young women around, something I didn’t understand at first until I read up about the insecurities some pregnant and new mothers face, we’d gone with an older demographic.
Not too old that they couldn’t keep up with the kids who were being homeschooled, but not too young that my wife will be uncomfortable. She’d relaxed after her hormones had balanced out, but I’d still left things as they are. Even the housekeeper was someone in her early fifties and not at all threatening with her granny like personality.
The four of them live in the shared house I’d built a few yards away from our family home, so they were always nearby to help out if it was needed, and with eight kids all two years apart, they were definitely needed.
As I headed up the stairs to our room, which was right next door to the nursery, my mind drifted to the past five years, and all that had transpired. In between having babies, there’s been some family drama, just as I’d expected.
Her aunt was none too pleased, to say the least when the adoption went through and even less so when she realized that the most significant reason she wasn’t welcome back into the fold was because I was in love with her niece and not just because I’m not crazy enough to take back a woman who’d walk out on her own kids.
Samantah’s parents had tried making a fuss, but there wasn’t much they could do since she was of age, and besides, they were just doing it for show, because of the rest of the family. They’d all pretty much come around, except for Melinda, of course, and now our place is like a vacation spot for the rest of the family who enjoys this sort of country living.
She was still fixing her breast into the nursing bra as she walked into the bedroom, where I was waiting for her. She grinned when she saw me lying back against the pillows stark naked with my cock in hand, stroking it to readiness.
She pulled her shirt open and off and dropped the shorts that her ass now filled. She’d lost all the weight from the last pregnancy except for her ass and tits, which were much rounder and fuller, respectively.
She walked to the door to make sure I’d locked it, one of her new phobias. She’s terrified of her kids catching her with her legs in the air while daddy plows away at her. “It’s already locked, babe, come ‘ere.”