Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
EPILOGUE
Jamie
“You look gorgeous,” I rave to Kimber. “Absolutely amazing.”
“You too, girlfriend,” she giggles as she smooths down her white eyelet mini-dress. “I guess it’s a little weird that we’re both expecting, but hey. That happens to a lot of brides these days.”
It’s true because we’re having a double wedding at City Hall. After Dane and I talked, we decided to be brutally honest with each other. We sought therapy; we cried; and we fell even more in love. We also decided to reveal our relationship to my dad, and while Ed wasn’t exactly happy when he found out, he accepted it. After all, he’s in a relationship with my bestie, so who is he to judge?
Even better, I found out that I was pregnant by Dane soon after. At first, I was terrified. The whole reason I went to that breeding party was to face my fears. I wanted to see a girl claimed over and over again, hard and unprotected, with the purpose of being impregnated. I wanted to see her overflowing with the seed of multiple men, hoping and praying that she would conceive as a result of the breeding session.
But instead, things went off the rails, and my relationship with Dane was shaken to the core. Yet we’ve recovered from that mishap, and while I’m still afraid of pregnancy, I’m less afraid than before, if that makes sense. I think it helps that Kimber’s also expecting right now, and she’s helping me face my fears.
“You’re going to be fine,” she soothes, patting my hand. “You look gorgeous, Jamie.”
I stare at my short babydoll dress. Kimber and I aren’t exactly dressed modestly, despite our bulging bellies. She has on a white lace sheath that stops just below her pussy, with a sweetheart neckline and high heels. Meanwhile, my babydoll doesn’t leave much to the imagination. The flowy fabric stops at the top of my thighs, and I’ve paired my dress with strappy white stilettos.
But we’re brides nonetheless, and Kimber giggles as she hands me my veil. It’s a filmy circlet that I set on my head, draping the lace over my shoulders.
“Is this too much?” I ask.
“No, not at all,” Kimber murmurs while placing a matching veil on her head. We survey ourselves in the mirror, and it’s a sultry sight. There are two gorgeous young women looking back at us, with bulging bellies and short white dresses. We teeter a bit in our high heels, and convey innocence yet seduction at once. After all, it’s obvious that we’ve been claimed by our men over and over again, seeing that their babies are already in our bellies.
At that moment, the door sweeps open, and both Dane and Ed come into the dressing room.
“Hey, this is private!” Kimber squeals, batting my dad on the shoulder. “What are you doing? It’s bad luck to see the bride before she’s married!”
“I had to get a taste,” my dad growls, his eyes glued to Kimber’s luscious bosom. He drops a kiss on her cleavage, and I smile even as Dane chuckles.
“I want a taste of my bride too,” my groom drawls while he kneels before me. Then, uncaring that my father and Kimber are in the room, he buries his face between my thighs, licking me through my panties wickedly.
“You’re wet already,” he hums with a devilish grin my way. “Your clit’s already rock hard, baby. Are you sure you’ll make it down the aisle?”
“Oh you!” I gasp breathlessly, swatting gently at his shoulder. “We can’t be doing this now, especially with the officiant already waiting for us. Come on, we have to go!”
Dane winks at me before getting back to his feet. My groom is so handsome and tall that his black head almost brushes the ceiling. Meanwhile, his wide shoulders are emphasized by the perfect cut of his grey suit.
“The officiant can wait,” he rumbles. “But guess who’s going to be our witness?”
I cock my head at him.
“I thought it was going to be Cathy, your secretary. She flew in to help us prepare everything.”
Dane nods, his blue eyes gleaming.
“Yes, Cathy’s here, but I asked another witness to come as well. It’s Brad Thornton.”
“Eew, him?” Kimber squeals. “That perv?”
“He is a pervert,” Ed acknowledges in a low voice while slinging an arm around Kimber’s waist, “but he’s also an old friend from college, so we thought he might like to come.”
“Oh gross,” I grumble. “Why Brad? Some random off the street would be better.”
Dane and Ed look at each other and shrug.
“Yeah, but Brad’s been instrumental in bringing us together. He was a catalyst, as they say. Also, he’s an interesting guy. He was telling us just now that one of his sex dolls moves.”
Kimber and I stare at our men.
“Sex dolls don’t move,” Kimber begins.
“At least not the kind that we’ve seen in porn,” I add.