Page 53 of Milk & Cookie

He tosses his washcloth aside with a grunt. “You’re fucking dripping more than cum, woman. You’re good and ready for me again, aren’t you?”

I whine and watch him lube his hefty erection with more balm. He leaves globs of it around the head of his cock before moving behind me. I get a hint of his size as his thighs brush against mine, and then he spreads my pussy lips with his balmy fingers. He stretches me open once, twice, three times, and then crams himself inside me, getting right up close as I gasp for breath.

“Oh, Angel.” He rears back and forges deeper, forcing my pussy to accommodate even more of him. The pumps swing on my breasts and I squeeze at his cock, as I try to breathe and move and find something to grind against, but Vince grips my hips tightly, to keep me right where I am.

He fucks me the way he wants to — without holding back — and it’s like I was made to take him.

I’m stretched and so full I can barely keep myself together, while he’s gliding in and out in a smooth natural motion, and it feels perfect.

“My sweet angel. Look at you, taking my cock so beautifully.”

He thrusts and moans, doing what he’s wanted to do to me since Day One, and I keep my tail raised high to take it, loving every second. His massive, cum-soaked balls slap at my clit in wet smacks, and my pleasure builds in a rush. I draw tighter and tighter, until he’s forced to pound at me.

He hits the front wall of my pussy just right, and my clit pulses with the nearness of my climax.

“Do it, Angel. Do it, and take me with you.”

I let go of what I’ve been holding back, and moan into the pillows as he fucks my gripping, twitching pussy to completion. His seed rushes at my limits, and I keep melting into the bed, mumbling about how much I love having him inside me.

Vince seems to understand what I’m saying, because he keeps his luscious cock right where it is, while he cares for my limp, sated body.

The ache at my breasts eases, but even with the pumps removed, my nipples throb.

Vince carefully collapses sideways with me to a cleaner part of the bed, and he curls around me before he soothes my swollen nipples with the healing balm. They feel better in moments, but he keeps tending to me long after that. And with my energy sapped, all I can do is take every loving thing he does for me and be grateful for it. It’s a gift. One we both enjoy. He’s been waiting a long time for someone to love like this, and he’s entirely changed my thoughts about how to create a loving family.

This is how it’s meant to be. This is how all future babies will be made — with so much love and pleasure, I can lose my bones but still know I’ll be okay, because Vince will gather them up, arrange them carefully, and then lay his lovingly next to mine, to keep me safe and warm until I’m ready to get put back together.

EPILOGUE

VINCE

“One for you… One for you…” Gail hands each of the girls a pumpkin of a size they can carry. Raven, who’s only been walking a few months, holds hers up like a trophy, staring at it in awe as she toddles after the others, to give it to Fred, so she can put them on the back of the truck.

“Watch where you’re going, Ravee,” I call after her, as Gail loads the wooden crate I’m holding with at least a dozen of the larger pumpkins.

“That ought to do it.” She looks around the pumpkin patch with her hands on her hips, and then moves further down the wide path, toward the potatoes. “That section of experimental carrots looks ready to harvest,” she says, gesturing vaguely as she walks by it.

I almost drop my armload of pumpkins and quickly set them down, so I don’t lose my balance.

“Those carrots?” I wipe my brow and nod toward the small, decorated plot of special fairy wish-granting carrots the girls and I planted a few months ago. “Are you sure?”

She turns to face me and arches her eyebrow. “Aren’t you?”

I glance over my shoulder at Fred and the girls.

Morrissey has climbed onto the back of the truck, to raid the box of regular carrots. She hands one to Luna, who has her hand on Fred’s belly. Our fourth daughter will arrive in spring and has already made her presence known. Fred’s bump is rounding out nicely, and Luna’s almost always has her hand on there waiting, for a fetal high-five.

Raven reaches up and twinkles her fingers, demanding a rarrot too. Morrissey instructs her how to say please, and then goes back to hunt her down a tiny, little, sweet one, on Fred’s orders. They both watch her like hawks, in case she chokes on it, because she’s still figuring out how to use her first molars.

I cast my gaze over the productive land we’re farming more effectively now that I’m helping with the labor. There’s plenty to harvest and can or sell, all of it organic and grown with love. I close my eyes and breathe in the fresh air, while I feel the sun on my shoulders, the dirt on my hands, and the peace and fullness in my heart.

I turn back to Gail. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life.”

Gail nods. “Might be time to stop making Frederica trek back and forth across that field to the cottage, then. Winter’s on its way, and she’ll be waddling before long. Can’t imagine it’ll be pleasant, lugging your sizable spawn cross-country, with its head bouncing on her cervix.”

I swallow hard. “I was hoping our regular bakery chats and the impending cold would hurry your approval along. Thank you. I tried to make her stop, but she insists on doing it, claiming she needs the fresh air and exercise, so I couldn’t argue.”

Gail nods. “Don’t make me regret it.”

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