“We can leave him tonight if you like,” Ty says.
“No,” I reply instantly, and MJ rolls her eyes.
“Leave them alone, Ty. They’re like newlyweds over here,” MJ says.
“Not yet, but what’s the waiting period in Texas?” I ask.
“Three days,” Ty answers. I knew he’d know. I’m not sure he waited even those three days. I have a feeling Ty might have bribed a judge to marry them without waiting. I would have to get the name of whoever it was.
Or maybe I could take her somewhere and marry her. I have a feeling my baby doll hasn’t seen a lot, and I’m going to make sure she sees everything her heart desires.
“You going to marry me, baby doll?”
Her eyes fill with tears as she nods. I lean in, taking her lips in a kiss. I ignore my family as I carry her up the stairs, still kissing her. I hear a faint goodbye from MJ, and Addison laughs. When I get to the bedroom, I lay her down, not taking my lips from hers.
When I finally pull my mouth from hers, I look down and see she’s a little dazed.
“This is your home now. Our home. You can come and go as you please and do any damn thing you want. Or have whatever you want. You ask me to do something and I’ll do it. The only time I’ll ever tell you no is when I think you could get hurt.” She nods and smiles up at me. “Also, I have a feeling I’m going to be a jealous bastard, so you might have to deal with that.”
“Sounds perfect to me. More than perfect.” She wraps her arms around my neck, snuggling against me.
“I’m about to show you how perfect I think you are, baby doll. How perfect you are for me.”
10
Addison
I lie back on the bed as Trace undresses me and then undresses himself. It feels like I haven’t had him in days, but it’s only been a couple of hours. My body begs for him as I spread my legs and then run my hands over my breasts, taunting him.
I’ve never been shy with him, but the more we’re together, the bolder I get. I bring my fingers to my breasts, plucking the nipples like he does with his mouth. I tease them, keeping my eyes on him as he strips naked and climbs back on top of me.
He pushes my hands out of the way roughly, and I moan as his mouth takes my fingers’ place. But before I can feel his warm cock at my entrance, he takes his mouth off my breasts and moves up my body. He straddles my chest, and I look up at him, wondering what he’s doing.
“Open your mouth, baby doll.”
I do as he says, licking my lips first, excited by the task. I haven’t sucked his cock before, and I’m thrilled at the idea. He grunts as he holds his shaft and runs the velvet tip along my bottom lip.
I feel a slickness there as his tip leaves a trail of cum, and my tongue darts out to taste him. I moan at his flavor, opening my mouth for more.
“Get it wet,” he says through gritted teeth.
As I open wide, his cock enters my mouth, but it’s so big and my mouth can only take so much. The part I can fit in, I lick all over it, doing as he says.
His hand is shaking and I can see his body is locked tight with tension. Before I can fully enjoy what I’m doing, he takes his cock out of my mouth and moves down my chest a fraction so that his cock is between my breasts.
He takes my wrists, pressing my palms on either side of my breasts, squeezing them together and enveloping his shaft.
“I want to fuck your tits and then your sweet little pussy, baby doll. Squeeze them tight for me. Just like your cunt.”
I blush all the way to my feet at his dirty words, but feel the pulse of my clit begging for more. I do as he says, pressing them tight around his ridge, as he shifts on top of me. His big body is so powerful, and the way he’s positioned makes me give him my full submission. He’s not putting much weight on me, but the sheer size of him above me like this, rocking his cock between my soft flesh, makes my body light up.
It’s not only the sensation of him on top of me that’s arousing me. It’s the sight of him owning my body in every possible way and seeing the look of pleasure on his face while he does it. Trace claims another piece of me, and I smile up at him, giving it freely. I want him to have all of me. Every inch.
“You look so goddamn beautiful when you take my cock.”
I want to turn him on even more, so the next time the head of his cock pops out between the tops of my breasts, I stick my tongue out and lick the head.
That makes him lock up tight, unmoving. I watch as cum spreads between my breasts and flows up to my neck. I stick my tongue out again, tasting it as it drips from the tip, and I can’t hold back my giggle. I can’t believe I did that with just one little touch.
“Fuck,” he growls as he slides his cock from my breasts and moves down between my legs.
He shoves inside my soaked pussy in one hard thrust, and I moan at the feeling of being so full.
“You made me cum on your chest when you know good and well I save my seed for your womb. I want my baby taking root. And I can’t do that if your little mouth is involved.”
I moan again as his thrusts speed up, my orgasm closer than I thought possible. He reaches up, rubbing his sticky passion into my chest as he takes my mouth. The smell of his cum on me and the feel of his throbbing cock inside my channel are too much. And just when I think I’ve had enough, he moves down to my nipple and bites.
I climax, screaming his name as my fingers tighten in his hair. The slippery sounds of my orgasm are amplified as he thrusts into me fast, just before finding his own release. His heat floods my womb, and I clench around his cock, wanting more. I want him all over me and inside me. I can’t wait to have his baby and then let him get me pregnant all over again.
“More,” I moan. I want another orgasm, and I know Trace will give it to me.
“Up you go,” he says, rolling us over and making me sit on his cock.
I rock back and forth. His length is still rock hard. He can cum inside me five or six times before it even begins to go soft. Then one small touch and it’s back to where we started. I know I’m going to be sore tomorrow, but I don’t care. I love feeling the echo of his girth with every step I take, knowing he loved me until I was too exhausted to beg for more.
Reaching between us, I run my finger through our joined passion and bring it to my lips. I hum around my digit, loving the flavor of him, the flavor of me.
“Give me some of that,” Trace says, thrusting into my pussy while gripping my hips. He puts me on top, but he still does all the work.
I do what he says, repeating the motion, but this time offering it to him. He licks my finger and then sucks it into his mouth, and I feel him cum inside me again. He’s always quick to cum when he tastes my orgasm, and I can’t think of a better turn on.
I grind down onto him, rubbing my clit on his shaft, and then I explode with him. I glance down between us to where we are joined, and I see my pussy pulse and twitch as a creamy sheen coats his cock.
“More?” I hear him ask, and I look up, nodding. “Anything you want, baby doll.”
It’s going to be a long night.
Epilogue
Trace
Six months later…
Her green eyes flutter open, looking even brighter than normal with the sun shining down on us. We’re lying out in the field, letting the sun warm us. It’s the very spot in which I found her. We come here a lot. It’s a favorite spot for both of us, and we often come here to lay a blanket out and have lunch. Only it always ends with both of us naked. It’s happened so often I actually fenced off the area and put up a No Trespassing sign. Mostly because if one of my men found my little doll with her legs spread wide for me while I made her cum, I would murder them and spend the rest of my life in jail. And I couldn’t be away from my love that long.
She reaches up, running one of her fingers along my lips. I grab it and hold it between my teeth, making her giggle. Then I suck it into my mouth, tasting her delicate skin.
“I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you,” she says around a yawn. She crashed after her third orgasm, which was actually my plan. She needed to sleep, and I had no problem eating her little pussy until she passed out. I release her finger from my mouth. “How long was I out?”
“About an hour,” I answer, and her eyes widen. She starts to sit up, but I push her back down. We have no reason to rush back, and I wouldn't mind her sleeping for another hour.
“Relax. You need your rest.” I trail my fingers down her stomach, laying a possessive hand on her belly filled with our baby. A baby I'm pretty sure I planted in there the first time we made love.
She’s already six months pregnant, but looks further along than that to me. If I had to guess, she’s having a boy, which scares me a little. She’s so tiny, and our Jennings boys aren’t small. But I’ll have to wait until he or she comes. Addison doesn’t want to know the sex, so it’s all just guessing at this point. I don’t care either way. I just hope they have dark hair and green eyes like her. I want to look at our kids and see her all over them.
“I’m fine,” she says, yawning again, and I shake my head at her.