Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“I’m glad to hear that,” she coos at my neck, “because I have a surprise for you.”
“Oh yeah?” I grin.
She nods. “I had a doctor’s appointment yesterday, he said…we’re going to have a baby.”
“What?” I husk, hands dropping to her waist and pulling her a little tighter to me. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she giggles and steals all of the air from my lungs.
Palmer pregnant is another level of beauty I can hardly fathom. And now that I take her in, the mother of my children, I notice her skin glows and is dewy, the dips and hollows of her waist will soon turn into gentle curves and soft edges that beg for my hungry hands to eat, suck, and devour all of her. Her breasts are already heavy, and my mouth waters as I think of cupping them in my hands as they grow full with milk to feed my babies.
My grin crooks to the side. “You don’t know what you just said to me.” I slip a palm along her lace-covered waist and over the curve of her breasts, nipping at her lips to elicit a small squeak. “You’re so beautiful, and all mine.”
“I want to please you–right here, right now.” Her eyes hood over before she slides to her knees, pulling my zipper down and taking my throbbing cock in her dainty little hand and licking her lips eagerly.
“No, no, no, Treasure.” I pull her into my arms, melding our bodies together, lips first. “I can’t stand to see you on your knees when you’re dressed like a princess and growing my babies inside you.”
“But I love the feel of you in my mouth—”
“That’s the hottest thing I think I’ve ever heard you say.” I lift the layers of silk and taffeta around her waist and nudge my cock at the vee of her thighs, running out of patience. I lift her in my arms, careful of her sexy belly, the home to my children.
“You’ve been so needy for me, baby.” I slide into her tight body, our breaths syncing as we rock in tandem. “Let me hear how hot my thick dick makes you.”
Her tiny hands trail up my biceps, curving around my neck and pulling my ear to her lips. “I can’t get enough of you, Hudson. I wake up soaking wet because I can feel you beside me.”
I swirl my fingers between us, grazing her aroused clitoris and licking the curve of her neck.
“Oh, Hudson, Hudson,” her thighs buzz, her neck arching back and giving me the perfect opportunity to latch and suck.
I suck deeply and slowly at her juicy skin while I fuck her deeply with my cock, my hands holding her waist securely as we move with practiced strokes. “I’ve never been able to get enough of you, baby. From day one you consume my mind and steal my thoughts like a thief.”
The way her delicate pussy flutters around my dick lights me on fire, my lips roaming her skin as I swirl and suck at everything I can find.
“One look and you nail me, Treasure. I never see you coming. I should punish you for taking me by storm like that.”
“Punish me then.” Her voice is whispery and pleading. “I love your punishments.”
I feel the cum rocketing up, gathering momentum with every one of her decadent little huffs. Tension burns through my muscles when her orgasm unleashes and she pants an incoherent string of pleases in my ear.
Cum spirals out of the tip of my cock, burying my seed deep inside her—the only place it belongs.
“Baby, you don’t know what you’re asking when you beg me to punish you like that.”
“Try me,” she pants, her eyes heavy with desire for me.
I duck, doting attention on each of the soft little peaks between my words. “You’re fragile cargo, my love—I can’t go punishing you right now. You’ve got the quarterback, running back, and tight end of my little football team in there.”
“Is that so?” She catches my lip in a kiss. “Guess that means we’ll have to keep practicing until we have a whole offensive line.”
“I like the sounds of that, sweet girl.”
Second Epilogue
Palmer–five years later
“Grandma, grandma, grandma!” A chorus of little boys calls through the house.
“Sounds like mom is here,” Hudson plants a kiss on my forehead before swatting me playfully on the ass. I giggle, swatting him back just as Deborah comes into the kitchen, our three little boys trailing behind her.
“Can we watch a movie tonight, grandma?” Gage, the oldest of the triplets by two minutes, asks.
“Whatever you want, honey.” My mother-in-law’s eyes light when they land on me. “Evening kids,” she addresses us sweetly, “there’s no rush to pick up the boys tomorrow night, in fact, if you want a little more adult time,” a grin crosses her cheeks, “I’ll keep them ‘til Sunday night.”