Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
She’s so perfect. So lovely. So sweet.
More importantly?
She’s mine.
EPILOGUE
OLIVIA
My entire body aches. My feet are swollen, and everything tastes kind of weird. It’s been seven kinds of hell these last nine months. Pregnancy is a scourge that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.
But somehow, someway?
I know it’s going to be worth it.
“You’ve heard me say this a hundred million times by now,” Cameron says, “but you’re absolutely fucking gorgeous, sweetheart.”
I’m seated on our bed, my bulging belly making everything too much of a pain in the ass to do much else. I’m about ready to pop and I wonder if I’m about to experience some of the greatest relief a human being can ever experience once I finally deliver this little demon into the world.
The little demon I will love, care for, and cherish greatly, but with the amount of kicking they’ve done, I can’t really call them anything else.
Cameron pushes my hair out of my eyes and lays a sweet kiss on my lips. He’s been there every step of the way, always here to try to help carry what load he can. If he could be the one dealing with all this, I think he would do so gladly, but ultimately, biology told him no. This is my problem alone.
I sit on the bed, clad in only a maternity gown. I can’t wear much else right now, and I’m not feeling like getting up to much more anyway. Cameron sits beside me, his hands going down my body, his touch so tender through the thin fabric of my dress.
The little things he does get my hormones pounding again. The great irony of pregnancy is that while it makes you feel so ugly, you also feel so unbelievably horny.
He pulls the gown up and over my head as I raise my arms. If he wants me naked, I’m happy to get naked.
My tits feel so huge and full of milk, his touch going over them, tracing over my areolas, the intense tingling spreading through my body. They’ve been so tender, and so receptive to his touch. I feel myself leaking milk just a little bit, and he’s so happy to go to my teat and suck himself.
“You’re liking this a bit too much,” I say with a smile. “Is this the start of some sort of fetish, Cameron?”
“You’re my fetish, Olivia. As long as it’s you, I’m rock fucking hard and ready to go.”
He kisses me on the tit and then suckles the other one, too.
Definitely a fetish now. But I’m not going to call him on it, because as much as he’s in denial, he isn’t lying either. I’m his fascination, and whatever state I am in, he’ll be all over me, happy and ready to meet my every need.
He gracefully lays me down on the bed, making sure I’ve got pillows in the right spots to support myself, with my legs dangling over the side of the bed. He never re-dressed from last night, being my naked angel tending to my every need.
We can’t be as rough and spontaneous as we have been, of course. Right after we got married, we were fucking every which way all over the house. Bent over the kitchen counter, riding up the bedroom wall, madly holding onto the back balcony railing. There isn’t a room in this condo that we haven’t fucked one another in.
And when we move into our proper house in a few months?
I’m sure there won’t be a virgin room in that home either.
For now, he gently runs his fingers down my slit and teases my nub. He brings his cock toward my sex, more than ready to do all the work. He gets his rocks off by getting my rocks off, so he’s completely understanding if the whole deal will be mostly one-sided for now. Despite that, I’ll be sure to give it my all.
Squeezing him as he pushes in, locking my legs around him and pulling his ass closer in, he fucks me good, and as hard as he can. You don’t ravage a pregnant woman recklessly. I dearly miss that feeling of wildness, but the tender loving is still pretty good. I’ll grow to miss it too, I bet. Variety is the spice of life.
Every stroke down there sends a blissful shockwave through me and builds upon the last. It doesn’t take much for me to be moaning for him, nibbling my lips and crying out for more. It’s something that Cameron is always all too happy to deliver on. He leans over me, sucking on my tits as he rails me, adding another element to this sensational smorgasbord.
I writhe beneath him, slapping the bed and holding on, but when he adds a tender touch to my clit, I have no choice but to give in to his ministrations. I cry out for him, the sweet hormonal release pounding through me and making the world feel just a little bit brighter no matter what else is going on around us.