Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
“You never get any smaller do you?” She gasps and pushes back against me.
Her lush ass fills both my hands, and I grip her tightly as I bounce her against my cock. “If you weren’t so fucking tight, I wouldn’t have to squeeze my way in,” I say, leaning over her back and kissing her shoulder.
“I love you,” she says, and I feel my beast calming.
“Damn right you do,” I say and give her shoulder a little nip. I bring my hand to her pussy and rub her clit. She starts to squeeze me, and I feel her climax coming. “I love you, too, Dolly.”
“I’m cumming,” the words are out of my mouth, and I feel her go over with me. The warm heat of our passion surrounds us, and I hold her body as we try to catch our breath. Every time is like the first time with her, and I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill.
“Take me to bed, Daddy.”
That’s all I need to hear before I’m cradling her in my arms and kissing her soft lips. “Your wish is my command, little lamb.”
“Then why don’t you spank my ass and feed me a cupcake?” she says, her sass rising.
“Sounds like our regular Tuesday night. I’m in.” I wink at her and then do exactly what she says.
Epilogue
Dolly
A few years later…
“You feeling all right?” Brandon asks, kissing my neck. I tilt my head, letting him have more of me. He buries his face in my hair for a moment, taking a deep breath.
“I’m perfect.”
He makes a noise like he doesn’t believe me before turning me and picking me up. He places me on the counter in the kitchen and his hands go straight for my feet. That’s when I know I’m busted.
“You took your boots off.”
“I was hot,” I counter.
“They’re swollen,” he fires back.
They are, but I can’t stop. Not until I’m done getting things ready. I want everything to be perfect for our little girl’s second birthday. I might be going overboard, but I’m going to get in as much girliness as possible. Because I know these days are numbered.
“I’m almost done,” I tell him, looking around at all the food I’ve been making today. It was the last thing I had left to do. I’d even made the cake myself. I’d stayed up late making it, and it looks more like a pink wedding cake than a birthday one. But instead of there being a groom and bride at the top, there is a giant 2.
“You’ll never be done, little lamb. I know you. You’ll go go go until you fall over, and it isn’t happening. Not when you’re about to burst. You’re going to end up giving birth to our boys a month early at this rate.” The hand massaging my feet goes to my very swollen belly.
We’re lucky I’ve got child-bearing hips or these twin boys, who seem to be heading for their father’s size, would never make it out of me.
“I don’t know why you get so worked up. You know everyone will bring food. There is more than enough, and I already got the whole back yard decorated. It looks like a pink explosion out there. I even fed your cows strawberry syrup this morning so all their milk comes out pink just for the occasion.”
I snort as his joke.
“This is going to be the pinkest barbeque birthday Texas has ever seen,” Brandon says, making me smile.
“Mommy, everyone is here!” I hear Savannah squeal from the other room. Both Brandon and I laugh at her excitement.
She’s been bouncing off the walls waiting for her cousins to get here, like she doesn’t see them every day. Those kids are thick as thieves.
“I think she’s even louder than me,” I whisper to him.
“Think?”
“Hush, Baby-daddy,” I say playfully, smacking his chest.
Everyone pours into the house and, like Brandon said, they have stacks of dishes with them. All the women love to cook, and most family events take place at our house. It’s really become the center of the family, the place where everyone always ends up.
Little ones come barreling through the house and straight out the back door. Brandon takes a dish from my hands and follows me outside. He places it on one of the picnic tables that’s already covered in food.
“Go sit,” Brandon tells me. I start to protest, but he levels me with a stare.
“Doesn’t have a lot of power when I know you won’t spank me,” I tease him.
“Little lamb, I have other ways to punish you,” he whispers in my ear. He grabs me by the hand and leads me over to a chair. He sits down and pulls me into his lap with him. He knows I won’t stay on my feet if he wants me to sit with him. I relax into his big warm body, watching all the little ones run around. This is the third kid’s birthday our giant family in the past six weeks, with all of us popping kids out all the time now. It’s never-ending and I love it. Love every freaking moment of it.