Only Love

“Yes, Jamison?”

“You’re lucky the wedding is in two weeks,” my dad grumbled, the implied threat of what he wanted to do to the man who’d knocked his daughter up clear in his tone.

“I’ve been lucky since the moment I first laid eyes on her,” Liam corrected with a smile.

“Take good care of my daughter,” my dad commanded.

“I always have and always will,” Liam promised.

With their male posturing out of the way, I answered my mom’s questions about the pregnancy and got her suggestion for a good obstetrician before ending the call.

“I’m sorry we didn’t get a chance to discuss when we wanted to tell people about the pregnancy before I started announcing it to everyone.” I turned in Liam’s arms and grinned up at him. “Maybe you should punish me for it,” I suggested, wagging my brows.

“No way, baby girl.” He shook his head as he glided his palm across my butt cheek. “I’ll give you all the orgasms you want, but I’m not going to spank your luscious ass while you’re pregnant.”

“I’ll take one of those orgasms right now,” I conceded…knowing darn well I’d convince him of the need for at least a spanking or two over the next eight months. We enjoyed them way too much to give them up for that long when it wasn’t really necessary.

Epilogue

Liam

I sucked on my wife’s nipple, groaning at the flavor as her sweet milk splashed onto my tongue. Releasing the bud with a pop, I kissed the valley between her tits before latching onto the other hard peak. I fucking loved London’s breasts, but when they’d swelled during her pregnancy, I definitely hadn’t complained. Especially when I realized how sensitive they were. Now that she was nursing our little girl, I couldn’t seem to stay away from them. I was always hungry and other than her juicy tits, only her pussy satisfied my craving.

I let go of her nipple and lapped up any milk that leaked out. “I’m addicted to your taste, baby girl,” I groaned. She sped up her pace and began riding me like a prized stallion, igniting my animal instinct to breed my mate. “That’s it,” I rasped as I thrust up when she dropped back down on my steel length. “Ride me, baby girl.”

“Liam,” she moaned as she gyrated her hips on my cock. Her plaid skirt was shoved up to her waist, and her legs hung over the armrests of my chair, opening her wide and giving me a delicious view of her bare, wet pussy.

Kaya was only five months old, but I was already dying to see my wife with a round belly again. The thought sent a burst of need straight to my cock, and I surged up, going deep enough that my tip brushed her cervix. She was so damn tight, even after having our daughter.

“Fuck,” I grunted as I watched her pussy swallow my cock before she rose back up, leaving it glistening with her arousal. It was hot as fuck, and my heavy balls drew up tight, begging to find relief by filling her with come. My deep thrusts were driving London wild, and she’d thrown her head back with her eyes closed and her gorgeous copper hair hanging down to her ass. “Your pussy is squeezing me so tight. Fuck, yeah. Take my cock deep like a good little girl. Yes, baby! Just like that. Fuck! Fuck!”

“Liam! Yes!” she cried out as her hands went to my thighs and scored the skin with her nails before grasping them to help balance.

“You want me to put another baby in your womb, baby girl?” Her tits were bouncing in my face, framed by the white button-up blouse I’d torn open. I pinched her nipples and punched my hips up, driving in as far as possible and making her scream. I slapped a hand over her mouth to remind her to keep it down. She might not be my student anymore, but I had a feeling the administration would frown on my fucking my teenage wife while students milled in the hallways on the other side of the door.

“Tell me, London,” I demanded on a harsh exhale.

“Yes,” she moaned, and her inner walls clenched tight, clearly liking the idea.

My eyes roamed over London’s body as she rode me, and my dick swelled a little more, something I would have sworn was impossible. I took in the ruined demure white blouse, the short, plaid skirt, and her shockingly sexy knee socks. My little minx had shown up in my classroom dressed like a naughty schoolgirl after my last lecture, and I’d barely managed to lock the door before I dragged her over to my chair, ripped off her panties, and impaled her on my cock.

“What do you say when your teacher asks you a question, baby girl?”