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)
The ceremony didn’t last long, then all of our friends and family gathered back at our house for a reception. I just wanted everyone gone so I could get my wife naked, but she’d been looking forward to this day since Charlie was born. It had taken a little while to get it done because she wanted her parents to be there and they’d been unable to get away during the harvest season.
She looked so happy; I tried my best not to be a grumpy ass. Hazel had relaxed and fully returned to my cute little country bumpkin, and it made it impossible to say no to her. But I was going to need plenty of alone time with my wife later so she could make it up to me. I’d even put Hazel’s parents up in a hotel and asked them to take Charlie for the night, which they were ecstatic to do.
Just then, Hazel glanced in my direction and seemed to read my dirty thoughts because her cheeks turned pink. I gave her an exaggerated wink, and she grinned in return.
It took another hour to clear out the last of the visitors, but then I finally had my wife all to myself. The time between the door closing and Hazel’s first orgasm was however long it took to get rid of her dress, lift her up against the wall, and get my mouth on her pussy. She’d always been a quick trigger while pregnant, but she was even more hard up this time. I had a feeling it had to do with being pregnant and nursing at the same time.
After making her come with my mouth, twice, I quickly undid my pants as I got to my feet. Raising her up again, I guided her legs around my waist before thrusting in until I was completely sheathed. I groaned, the sound mingling with Hazel’s moan. “Lose the bra,” I growled. “It’s time for Daddy’s dessert.”
Hazel hurried to undo the front clasp—something I insisted on for all of her bras—and her big tits spilled from their white lace confines. Her nipples were already beading with cream, and I latched onto one, drinking deep as I began to ram my fat cock into her tight pussy over and over.
“I fucking love these tits,” I mumbled around a mouthful. “The only thing better than drinking from your sweet pussy is tasting your milky breasts.”
I switched to her other nipple and licked up the liquid running down the side of her tit before sucking on the peak and drawing out even more of her nectar. Fuck, I would swear in court that her milk actually tasted like peaches.
Tearing my mouth away from her tits, I slammed it down on hers, letting her taste the remnants of her milk in my mouth. She moaned and attacked my lips with unbridled passion as her hips gyrated, meeting me thrust for thrust.
Without warning, Hazel’s head flew back, and she screamed as an orgasm barreled through her. Her pussy clamped down so tight, I had no choice but to shout as I began shooting hot come into her womb; coming so hard I could barely manage to stay standing.
When it seemed like I was empty—for the moment at least—I rested my forehead on hers and concentrated on catching my breath. Hazel squirmed, and I grabbed her ass cheeks, stilling her movements. “I’m nowhere near done with you, peaches. But if you don’t stop wiggling, I’m going to end up fucking you right here on the floor and I’d rather we be in our bed before I take you again.”
Hazel sighed and leaned in close. She nipped my earlobe, making my only somewhat softened dick stand to attention once again. “Then hurry your cute ass up before I’m the one taking you to the ground and sucking your delicious cock until you can’t see straight.”
“Promises, promises,” I joked, faking a grunt when she punched me in the arm.
Holding her close, I jogged up the stairs to our bedroom. I carefully lowered Hazel onto the bed and shucked my clothes before joining her. Then I pulled her into my arms and snuggled her close. Mindful of her pregnant state, I wanted to make sure she got some rest before the next round. And that’s how the remainder of the night went; resting in between bouts of lovemaking and fucking. We also made very good use of the peach preserves her mother had brought from the orchard. It was early morning by the time Hazel finally gave in to exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep. As I held her, I thought about our family and drifted off with a smile on my face.
Epilogue 2
Hazel
Two years later…
“Keep those eyes closed, peaches.”
I pouted and crossed my arms over my chest. “Are we there yet?”