Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
“I’m crazy, I guess.”
They all laugh in agreement and I feel the twitch of fullness in my breasts as the sound of Elijah’s crying filters through the other noise.
Just as I turn to the door, Stas appears holding the sobbing baby.
“He needs you, Babybear.”
Stas tips his head to the hallway that leads off the kitchen and I follow without hesitation, knowing exactly where we are headed.
Inside the guest suite, Daddy locks the door behind us and I take my seat on the small sofa, unbuttoning my blouse.
Daddy places Elijah in my arms and I unclip the tops of my nursing bra and settle the baby to feed on me as Stas takes a seat next to me and puts his own mouth on my other breast.
“You are a mess, Daddy.” I giggle as he looks up at me but he doesn’t stop sucking. “Don’t take too much or our little glutton here will fight you for it.”
Daddy nods and makes a contented sound as he reaches down under my skirt and begins to strum my clit.
We’ve carved out a life of our own. We do things our way. And although some of our friends have picked up on our particular lifestyle, no one here judges us.
I call him Daddy or Daddybear in front of anyone and everyone. It is who he is to me and he calls me his Babybear without shame.
We love each other madly. We love our family with the same passion.
I don’t regret any of the challenges we’ve faced. It hasn’t always been easy. Like Daddy said a long time ago, we will screw up. We will hurt each other now and then.
But, we will love each other. We will learn. We will grow. And we will be better for everything we go through as long as we go through it together.
EPILOGUE 2
Stas
Ten Years Later
“I still feel like I’m sixteen around you.” I pull my hand back and lay a stinging swat on Ginger’s ass as she sashays by, holding our youngest, Elliot, on her hip.
He’s just turned three and we decided he will be our last. The house is full and wonderful with eight children and a yard full of animals—so many I’ve lost count at this point.
Out in the yard, the other seven kids are playing Red Rover with a gang of friends that are spending the weekend in a crazy sleepover that we host once a month.
Our friends think we are crazy. But truth is I can’t imagine a different life. I mean, once you have eight kids of your own, what’s adding another ten or so for a weekend? It multiplies our joy listening to all of them hoot and laugh.
Sure, there are fusses and struggles, but for the most part I find if you let the group figure things out, they usually do. Ginger and I are around to referee if things get out of hand, but it’s rare we have to intervene.
By ten o’clock, nearly all of them are passed out on the giant padded floor we installed in a playroom off the back of the main great room. There’s a huge screen TV, blankets, pillows and enough room for everyone to sleep comfortably on the floor. It’s quite a sight, and Ginger and I spend most of our days laughing and yawning.
But I wouldn’t trade a moment. I can sleep when I’m dead.
“Daddy!” Her voice breaks me from my daydream.
“What, baby?” I push off from where I was leaning on the kitchen counter and she hands me my cup of Earl Gray.
“Your tea, Daddy.” She does this little curtsy as she holds it out in her open palm and Elliot smiles and giggles, one hand tugging at her hair.
She’s only become more beautiful with the years and with each child. Her tits have not been without milk since our first was born and my sharing that part of her has been a sweet, intimate part of our life ever since.
“Thank you.” I reach over and pull her face to mine, opening her lips with my tongue as I take the tea from her hand and taste the sweetness of her kiss.
An hour ago, I was deep in her cunt following eating her to a few orgasms, and the scent of her sex is still on my face.
“We’re going to be ninety and still caught up in the tinsel.” She smiles as we pull back from our kiss.
“God, I hope so.” I brush her hair from her face, then move my hand to give a playful squeeze to Elliot’s rosy cheeks.
“Are you sure you’re okay with the change?” Ginger turns to the refrigerator and pulls a bottle of juice out, handing it to Elliot.
“Yes. I’m ready. We don’t need the money.”
I’ve quit working this last week. I’d pulled back over the last year but finally just made it official. We live well here, I made some investments that paid us back in spades and frankly—besides food and things for the kids—we aren’t big spenders.