Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
Her ass presses back, making her pussy slide over the tip of my dick. “No.”
“No?”
“I want you inside of me. Nothing between us.”
A feral growl rumbles through me. “I’ll get you pregnant, Devon. I always do.”
“Don’t care,” she breathes. “Just want to feel you.”
My wife doesn’t have to tell me twice. The beast inside me roars with pleasure at the idea of planting a seed into her fertile body. Adding another smiling face to our sweet brood sounds like a slice of heaven to me.
Grabbing hold of her hips, I hoist her up, driving my dick deep into her hot cunt. Her body quakes, and her fingers grip the sheets like they might fly away. I piston my hips wildly, relishing in the slapping sounds our bodies make when we fuck. These moments alone, making love to my girl, are my favorite.
“Make yourself come, Pip. I want to feel your pussy milking me. You want another baby, beautiful, then fucking earn it.”
Her fingertips brush over my cock as she massages her clit. Such an obedient thing when I have her at my mercy. And, because she’s talented with her fingers, it doesn’t take but a few more of my own thrusts for her to orgasm. She cries out, muffling the sound into the bed, and her pussy clenches around me.
“Fuck,” I rasp out. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
Pleasure surges through me, settling in my nuts and then pulsating through my dick as I shoot rope after rope of thick cum into her needy body. Her pussy continues to constrict around me, squeezing out every drop she’ll need to make a baby.
Her whole body trembles, and she collapses, becoming boneless after my ravishing. I keep my dick pressed in her, holding her bottom half up with my hands to keep all of my jizz inside of her.
“Da.”
Me and Devon both freeze.
“Dadadadadada.”
Devon tries to smother her laughter but is unable to. Her giggles burst out, which has Dawson hollering with glee.
Every single time we fuck, we wake one of the kids up. Our after-sex cuddle times are a thing of the past. Hell, I can’t remember the last time I just held her after.
Damn kids.
I’m grinning as I yank my pillow over and stuff it under her stomach. “Stay, Pip. Just like this.”
She groans, but my good girl doesn’t move. I grab a discarded towel from the floor and dab her clean before swiping our juices off my body. Dawson continues to laugh and babble as I yank my boxers up.
I saunter over to his crib and scoop my son up. He smells like Devon, which I love.
“You were almost a cockblocker,” I say, playfully grumbling at him. “Almost.”
Dawson cackles like I’m the most hilarious person on the planet.
“Yeah, yeah,” I tease. “You’re still my favorite child.”
But that’s a lie.
Devon will always be my favorite.
Chapter 2
Devon
My children worry me.
Sure, like most moms I worry about them getting hurt or sick. With the younger kids, I definitely have a healthy amount of worry when it comes to that stuff. It’s the older children, though, I worry most about.
Especially Raegan.
Raegan is my most difficult child. A daughter with a fighting spirit like her father. The girl can hunt and fish and build like the boys—a true pioneer princess of the wilderness. She’s fearless and stubborn. One day, when she marries, her husband is going to have his hands full.
That girl has a mouth on her.
My God, does she ever.
I can’t help but smile thinking about my daughter as I hang clothes on the line behind the house. Dawson is strapped to my back and chattering to himself. Kota and Declan are following their daddy around his workshop. At five and three, those boys are always in Reed’s hair. Not that he ever gets annoyed. Destiny asked Rowdy to take her to the orchard since she’s nearly blind and isn’t allowed to go alone. Raegan’s probably giving Ryder hell per usual or glued to Ronan’s hip. It’s a rare peaceful moment—one where I can get lost in my thoughts.
Raegan is still at the forefront of my mind.
She’s nearly an adult. When she turns that magical age, she might find a way to leave us. To pick up and try her fate in town, like sweet Rowdy did. But knowing her, she’d thrive like he didn’t.
Except she won’t leave.
Not without Ronan.
My quiet, sensitive son still seems so young to me, even at nineteen. As a child, he’d always let his siblings do all the hollering and crying and sit without muttering a peep. Anything I ever asked of him, he’d do without argument. To this day, he does as he’s told. Ronan is a gem and so different than his unruly sister. I’m thankful he has Ryder, despite being a year younger, to look after him.
Ryder, like his father, is protective to a fault. He thinks it’s his duty to keep everyone in our family safe. Naturally, this means he and Raegan butt heads endlessly.