Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 53605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Now, as I stand in the silence of home, I watch her ass shimmying perfectly under the dress I bought her. She walks upstairs, heading for the nursery, still singing softly. Mary Had a Little Lamb, but with an added sass of her own making.
Fucking perfect.
Xxxtracker?doessheknow is it out?
I check that the door is locked, and the security system is armed, then I follow them upstairs and stand in the nursery doorway. I love listening to my wife sing, I love the sound of her voice. It always takes me back to that day on Zoom, when she sang for me.
“Sleep well,” she whispers as she stands, then turns to me. “Time for bed?”
I nod. “I love you.” She’s only gotten more beautiful. Her hair is longer, in ringlets down to her shoulders now and her eyes seem brighter every day.
I still track her ass. I do it with a gold locket around her neck these days that I had specially made with a GPS chip. She doesn’t’ know. I like being a psychopath with her. It’s my love language.
“I love you too,” she says with a grin, as I put my arm around her and lead her to the bedroom.
We pass Taylor snoozing I the hallway next to the new kitten we adopted together from the shelter named Morice. He loves chewing on my toes at four fucking am, but he’s so fucking cute and follows Taylor around like a lovesick puppy.
I feel you man. I feel you. Pussies’ got us by the balls.
As soon as we’re inside our bedroom, I push the door closed, pressing her up against the wood. I need her now. Her breath becomes heavy as she stares up into my eyes. I slide a hand between us and squeeze her breast, watching the pain come into her eyes.
“Need some relief?” I ask, licking my lips.
She nods, then puts up one finger. “Hold that thought.”
I growl as she slides down, out of my arms, turning to watch her stride across the bedroom to the bedside table. She flicks the switch on the baby monitor, watching for a moment on the screen as Traci sleeps soundly, then sits on the edge of the bed, staring my way.
Without a word, I cross the room, falling to my knees in front of her and putting my head in her lap. Then I reach for her breast and squeeze, listening to her take a sharp breath.
“Please, daddy,” she begs me, as I take hold of the hem of her dress and lift.
“Say you love me.”
“I do love you.”
“Well, say it like you know I like.”
Her cheeks blush red, “I love you brother.”
I chuckle. “That’s my girl. I love my little sister too and I’m going to show you how much.”
Underneath is the lace cream colored nursing bra and matching panties I bought her last week. My hands glide over her curves, and I love every inch. She’ll always be my perfect girl, the best thing that ever happened to me. Her milk is already leaking, soaking the pads inside her bra, and she hisses a breath as I flick the clips with my thumbs and drag the cups downward exposing her lush dripping tits.
“Sing to daddy while he suckles his fill. That new one, about the time a girl met a boy and there was a big secret…” Then, as I go to work, she starts humming the melody then the sound of her voice fills the room and vibrates down to her nipple.
The warm milk coats my tongue and throat sending me into my own private nirvana. She settles back onto the mattress and I run my hands down her legs then back up to cup the weight of her breast as I murmur, “So fucking sweet.”
Her voice fills my heart as she flings her hand over her head and within two sucks, her milk is spraying in generous warmth into my mouth. Milk streams from her unattended nipple and I wish for the millionth time I had two mouths.
I suckle on a deep draw listening to the relief in her song as I pull harder, never getting enough of my sweet, milky wife.
I press my mouth into her softness, loving the way her flesh molds to my face, covering my nose, out to my cheeks, down to my chin. I’m ravenous for her milk twenty-four hours a day.
It’s an addiction I didn’t see coming but never want to kick.
I grab and tug at my clothes, breaking from her milk giving nipple for a moment to switch to the other as droplets traverse down the sides of her breast as she lays on the bed.
She’s still a tiny lil’ bit and I’ve got her around the waist, still latched on as I take a seat and mount her wet heat on my cock.