Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Imogene rolled her eyes. “It's that caveman again.”
I shook my head and chuckled. “Maybe a little, but I think it has more to do with your voracious appetite for my body when you're pregnant.” I winked with a sly grin, making her laugh.
My hands drifted down until I was cupping her full tits in my hands. “I can't complain over the size of your tits, either.”
Imogene moaned and leaned into my hands, her eyes drifting shut and a pink blush blooming on her cheeks. “They haven't gotten any smaller since my first pregnancy, Thatcher,” she breathed. Her attempt to sound scolding failed when my thumbs brushed over her distended nipples and she sucked in a fast breath. “You—um—oh, damn, that feels good—but—um—I was saying”—I pinched the hard peaks before massaging the tender globes again, and she whimpered while squirming around on the countertop—“I’m trying to talk, Thatcher,” she snapped before moaning and widening her legs so I could move to stand between them. Twin wet spots had appeared in the fabric of her shirt as milk leaked from her buds, and I licked my lips in anticipation of tasting it.
“Do you want me to stop?” I murmured while I leaned in to kiss the sensitive spot on her neck.
“No, dammit. I was just trying to say that my boobs are still big because you keep knocking me up before I'm done nursing!” She shouted the last of her words, then froze as her eyes frantically darted to the door.
I grinned and dropped my hands to the hem of her T-shirt—well, my T-shirt— and slowly began to draw it up her body. “Justice and Blair came and picked up the kids an hour ago.” Before she could respond, I whipped the shirt over her head and resumed cupping her large, creamy globes. “Now, I want to get back to your point about feeding our babies.”
“Wh-what?” she stuttered, her thoughts obviously scattering when I bent low to lick the white droplets off of her pink nipples.
“I’ll always be addicted to your tits, sugar. But as you so eloquently pointed out,”—Imogene snorted making me smile as I brushed my nose over a sensitive tip—“I’ve definitely enjoyed having them fat and swollen, especially when they’re filled with such delicious nectar.” My lips wrapped around one glistening peak, and I sucked hard while my hands glided down to grasp her hips.
“Ooooooh,” she moaned, thrusting her chest out, seeking more.
My cock was threatening to bust through my zipper. I let her nipple go with a pop and yanked her into my arms. Her legs automatically closed around me, and she tucked her head into the crook of my neck, latching on to the skin and pulling with gentle suction. I was losing control fast, and she knew it. “You're asking for it, sugar,” I growled. She giggled, but it turned into a long moan when I grabbed her ass and pulled her center flush to the bulge in my pants.
Once I reached the bed, I spread her out on it and looked over her delectable body. Her lemon yellow panties were dark in the center from the growing wet spot. I licked my lips and tried to decide what to do first. After a moment, I practically ripped off my clothes then climbed onto the bed. I slowly drew down her underwear until it was all the way off and dropped them onto the floor. Then I shifted, so I was straddling her sexy, naked body.
One of her tits was red and swollen, having been well-loved by my mouth, so I got on all fours and lowered my head to give the neglected breast equal treatment. Her milk splashed into my mouth, and my dick leaked, dripping onto her already glistening pussy. After I'd had my fill, I released it and kissed each tip before taking Imogene's mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.
“I’ll never get enough of you, sugar,” I rasped against her lips.
“I love you, Thatcher.”
Lifting my head, I stared into her beautiful, lust-fogged eyes and smiled tenderly. “I love you more than life, Imogene Kendall. To the moon and back.” She beamed up at me and I cocked my head to the side, studying her. “Are you okay with this?”
Imogen smiled sweetly and rested her hands on her belly. “Of course, I am. I might be a little scared of having four children under the age of five, but I'll never be sorry to be carrying our baby.”
I let out a relieved breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. Part of me was confident of her answer, but a small worry that she was truly upset about being pregnant had lodged itself in my heart.
Imogene wrapped her legs around my hips and used them to put pressure on me so that my pelvis lowered just as she thrust up her hips. Suddenly, my cock was bathed in her warm, wet heat, and I groaned as I instinctively rubbed my dick through her folds. “Since I'm already pregnant, why don't we practice making more babies,” she asked with a cute smirk.