His Love

It was morning when we woke up next. Actually, she woke me when she dragged me out of bed, having discovered the birthday set up she hadn’t noticed the night before.

She opened her presents, the last one being a little blue box that contained a five-carat diamond ring that I slipped on her third, left finger.

While she went into the bedroom to put her new things away, I made my way to the kitchen and served up a huge slice of her cake. When I walked back into the bedroom, she was looking around with a puzzled and slightly amused expression.

She was clearly just noticing that all of her things were already moved in and put away. Talking her dad around to my way of thinking had taken work even though she was going to be right next door, but he’d finally caved when he realized I wasn’t going to budge. But, that was all forgotten when she spotted the plate in my hand. Her eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.

I swaggered over to her, and she reached for it but I held it away. “You can have some cake, but I’m going to feed it to you.”

She opened her mouth, and I smirked. “Nope. We’re going to eat it my way.”

She quickly learned that my way meant I fed her some cake and ate the rest off of her body. After licking most of the frosting from her pussy, I buried my eleven inches to the hilt and filled her like a Twinkie with my own thick, sticky cream.

Epilogue

Justice

Almost 2 years later…

Sweet milk splashed in my mouth as my orgasm barreled through me. I sucked hard on her nipple, hungry for more as my hips punched up while my wife rode my cock and cried out my name. “Gently, bunny,” I cautioned her as I stroked her swollen belly.

Sucking Blair’s milky tits while I fucked her always made me come so hard, I nearly passed the fuck out. And, it made Blair turn wild. Her nipples had been extremely sensitive when she’d been pregnant with our son. I’d often made her come just from playing with them. But when she got pregnant with our daughter two months after Trevor was born, we’d discovered that knocked up and nursing was a lethal combination for Blair. I could give her orgasm after orgasm, right on the heels of each other by slamming my cock into her pregnant pussy and lavishing attention on her incredible breasts. So far, we’d gotten to five before she shoved me away and swore if I came near her again, she’d have her tubes tied after this baby.

I’d laughed because we both knew that pregnant Blair was horny all the time and she’d be begging for it soon enough. I was determined to get her to six one of these days.

“So?” she asked when we were sprawled out next to each other in bed, content and satisfied.

I grinned when I looked down to see her watching me through her lashes, twin pink spots blooming on her cheeks.

“There is no comparison,” I declared quietly. “My fantasies have never lived up to the real thing.”

Blair grinned and turned her head to kiss my chest, then raised her eyes to mine again. “What’s the score now?”

I laughed and dragged her into my arms. “I’ve lost count, bunny.” When Blair found my duffel of towels in the back of the town car one day, I ended up confessing to her about my morning fantasies. To my surprise, she wanted to know if she would trump my dreams of her. It came as no shock to me when she blew them away every single time.

“What’s next?” she asked eagerly, and I chuckled.

“How about we stop trying to outdo what isn’t real and focus on trying new things?”

Blair scratched her fingers down the whiskers on my face, making me shiver, and gave me a wicked grin. “Like the time we decided to see if the skin under your goatee was particularly sensitive?”

Yeah, turned out that was quite an erogenous zone for me. Go figure.

“How about we see if I can pump enough come into your pussy to turn this pregnancy into twins?” I teased.

“Good grief.” She rolled her eyes playfully. “Then I’d be nursing two babies at once! My boobs would be huge!”

I cupped her tits and squeezed, then leaned down to lick them clean, making Blair moan. “Don’t worry, bunny.” I winked. “I’ll eat their leftovers.”

Blair arched her back, thrusting her breasts into my face and whimpered. “More,” she begged.

Before I could give her what she wanted, a high-pitched wail came out of the baby monitor on the bedside table.

“Fuck,” I groaned as I rested my forehead in the valley between her tits.

Blair giggled and moved to get out of bed, but I held her back with a hand on her shoulder. “Stay here, bunny. I’ll bring him in.”