Their Love

I frowned and glared at Blair. “If anyone is going to go in there and take care of my wife, it’s going to be me,” I bit out.

A low growl rumbled from Justice, a subtle warning to watch how I spoke to his wife. I couldn’t blame him since I would have done the same. I groaned and faced the door again. “Please, peaches,” I begged.

The locked clicked a few beats later, and the door slowly pulled open. Hazel looked pale and so beautiful it almost made me weak in the knees.

“You’re pregnant again?” Blair asked, her tone understanding.

Hazel nodded and shrugged sheepishly before pointing in my direction accusingly. “He wouldn’t wear a freaking condom!”

I grinned, feeling not a single ounce of remorse. Yup, I’d totally knocked her up sometime in the week after the doctor gave us the green light. Hazel rolled her eyes, and her belligerent scowl matched the one on Blair’s face. Except she was looking at her husband. Turned out, his expression matched mine and I couldn’t keep it in this time, I burst out laughing.

Hazel’s eyes darted between me, Blair, and Justice. She opened her mouth, hesitating before shutting it without saying anything. Then her eyes lit up as she suddenly realized why I was laughing.

“You, too?” she asked Blair excitedly.

Blair sighed and nodded, although anyone could tell from just one look that she wasn’t really unhappy about being pregnant again. She was glowing, making me think of how Hazel looked when she wasn’t suffering from morning sickness. That reminded me…

I pulled her into my arms and pushed her hair back from her face. “Are you alright?” She melted into me and smiled softly, her expression filled with love.

“Yeah. This baby just seems to dislike food a little more than Charlie did.” She harrumphed and shook her head. “Not that Charlie has any problem eating now.”

I bent my head and put my lips on her ear before whispering, “That’s because you taste so fucking delicious.” Hazel shivered, and my dick began to stiffen. “I haven’t had my snack yet today, and I’m starving.”

“Um, you two planning on having Charlie christened any time soon?” Imogene’s voice broke through my lustful haze, and we all turned to see her walking toward us with our squirming little girl in her arms.

I gave Hazel a scorching look full of promise for later, and she licked her lips, her eyes darkening with hunger. Before I could give in to my desire to drag her back into that bathroom and suck her nipples dry and then fuck her up against the wall, I grabbed her hand and guided her back to the chapel.

The ceremony didn’t last long, then all of our friends and family gathered back at our house for a reception. I just wanted everyone gone so I could get my wife naked, but she’d been looking forward to this day since Charlie was born. It had taken a little while to get it done because she wanted her parents to be there and they’d been unable to get away during the harvest season.

She looked so happy; I tried my best not to be a grumpy ass. Hazel had relaxed and fully returned to my cute little country bumpkin, and it made it impossible to say no to her. But I was going to need plenty of alone time with my wife later so she could make it up to me. I’d even put Hazel’s parents up in a hotel and asked them to take Charlie for the night, which they were ecstatic to do.

Just then, Hazel glanced in my direction and seemed to read my dirty thoughts because her cheeks turned pink. I gave her an exaggerated wink, and she grinned in return.

It took another hour to clear out the last of the visitors, but then I finally had my wife all to myself. The time between the door closing and Hazel’s first orgasm was however long it took to get rid of her dress, lift her up against the wall, and get my mouth on her pussy. She’d always been a quick trigger while pregnant, but she was even more hard up this time. I had a feeling it had to do with being pregnant and nursing at the same time.

After making her come with my mouth, twice, I quickly undid my pants as I got to my feet. Raising her up again, I guided her legs around my waist before thrusting in until I was completely sheathed. I groaned, the sound mingling with Hazel’s moan. “Lose the bra,” I growled. “It’s time for Daddy’s dessert.”

Hazel hurried to undo the front clasp—something I insisted on for all of her bras—and her big tits spilled from their white lace confines. Her nipples were already beading with cream, and I latched onto one, drinking deep as I began to ram my fat cock into her tight pussy over and over.