“I fucking love these tits,” I mumbled around a mouthful. “The only thing better than drinking from your sweet pussy is tasting your milky breasts.”
I switched to her other nipple and licked up the liquid running down the side of her tit before sucking on the peak and drawing out even more of her nectar. Fuck, I would swear in court that her milk actually tasted like peaches.
Tearing my mouth away from her tits, I slammed it down on hers, letting her taste the remnants of her milk in my mouth. She moaned and attacked my lips with unbridled passion as her hips gyrated, meeting me thrust for thrust.
Without warning, Hazel’s head flew back, and she screamed as an orgasm barreled through her. Her pussy clamped down so tight, I had no choice but to shout as I began shooting hot come into her womb; coming so hard I could barely manage to stay standing.
When it seemed like I was empty—for the moment at least—I rested my forehead on hers and concentrated on catching my breath. Hazel squirmed, and I grabbed her ass cheeks, stilling her movements. “I’m nowhere near done with you, peaches. But if you don’t stop wiggling, I’m going to end up fucking you right here on the floor and I’d rather we be in our bed before I take you again.”
Hazel sighed and leaned in close. She nipped my earlobe, making my only somewhat softened dick stand to attention once again. “Then hurry your cute ass up before I’m the one taking you to the ground and sucking your delicious cock until you can’t see straight.”
“Promises, promises,” I joked, faking a grunt when she punched me in the arm.
Holding her close, I jogged up the stairs to our bedroom. I carefully lowered Hazel onto the bed and shucked my clothes before joining her. Then I pulled her into my arms and snuggled her close. Mindful of her pregnant state, I wanted to make sure she got some rest before the next round. And that’s how the remainder of the night went; resting in between bouts of lovemaking and fucking. We also made very good use of the peach preserves her mother had brought from the orchard. It was early morning by the time Hazel finally gave in to exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep. As I held her, I thought about our family and drifted off with a smile on my face.
Epilogue
Hazel
Two years later…
“Keep those eyes closed, peaches.”
I pouted and crossed my arms over my chest. “Are we there yet?”
Jamison chuckled and patted my knee. “Patience, peaches. Patience.”
“It’s a surprise, mommy!” Charlie practically shouted from the backseat, and I heard her clap her hands.
The car turned slowly, and I heard what sounded like gravel crunching beneath the tires. Jamison had been up to something sneaky lately, and he brought Charlie into it as well. I couldn’t believe I wasn’t able to break her with cookies. He must have promised her something ridiculous for our three-year-old to keep a secret.
Our two-year-old, Lincoln, would have spilled the beans, but when I tried to bribe him, it became clear that he didn’t know anything. Even seducing Jamison hadn’t worked. Instead, he’d ended up talking me into waiting rather than me convincing him to tell me his little secret.
The vehicle finally rolled to a stop about thirty minutes after we’d left the city. “No peeing, mommy!” Lincoln shouted. I suppressed a giggle and exaggeratedly put my hands over my eyes.
“Okay, little man. No peeking.”
I heard the car door open and shut, then I felt a soft breeze when mine was opened. Jamison took my hand and helped me out of the car. “Stay put, peaches.”
From the sound of it, he was getting Charlie and Lincoln from the car. “Okay, guys,” he said, “Let’s show mommy her surprise.” Two tiny hands took hold of each of mine, and the kids pulled me over to stand in another spot.
“Open your eyes!” they shouted. I lifted my lids and laughed at the sight of my children hopping around in front of me with excitement. Then I took a look at my surroundings. My brow furrowed in confusion as I stared at the big, restored plantation house, with a huge yard, situated in front of rows and rows of trees. It was a beautiful orchard.
“It’s gorgeous,” I breathed. “But it’s too early to pick fruit from the trees.”
Jamison chuckled and slipped his arms around my waist, splaying them over my slightly rounded tummy. “I guess we’ll just have to stay here until they are.”
Leaning my head back, I glanced up at him with raised eyebrows. “Stay here? Did you rent this place?”
His head bent, and he nuzzled my nose. “I bought it.”
“We’re home!” Charlie yelped, then she grabbed Lincoln’s hand and they raced toward a play area on the left side of the house.