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“I love you too.” That dimple lights up and the world is exactly as it should be.

I’m home.

ChapterTwenty-Six

Chad

Epilogue One

“Fuck yes, Dove. Jesus, you’re winnin’ the blue ribbon there, babe. You want that cum, don’t you, sweet girl?”

Rachel’s so caught up in her own head, I know she barely even hears me. She’s riding me hard right now, the way her hips are grinding, working every direction… God damn, it has my balls drawn up tight as cured leather, and she just hopped on this ride.

“Give it to me.” She growls through gritted teeth.

I want to laugh, but I know that would get me up shit-storm creek. Doctor told her we had to leave it six weeks, and she’s been counting every one of those days.

“Baby, I’ll give you all my cum, you know that. Just let me enjoy the view for a while longer first.”

And the feel of that hot, juicy cunt wrapped around my dick.

“Cum, wrangler. I want it inside me. It’s been too long.” Her growl turns to a desperate plea and she’s got my heart in her hands.

I’ll admit she’s right. It’s been too long by a stretch. She wanted to start fucking again a couple weeks ago, but I fought the urge and followed the doctor’s instructions. It’s my job to take care of her, even when she begs and my cock tries to take control of my brain. We had plenty of other kinds of fun, trust me on that, but we left the big show for the six week mark, which started six minutes ago at mid-night when she woke my ass up jumping on me.

My cock was in the game in two seconds, and watching her sway and bounce has me ready to fill her womb again.

“I want another baby in me.”

“And I want to give it to you, babe.”

Having the baby has changed her in ways I could never have imagined. Not just emotionally but physically. Her body is more bountiful and stunning than ever before. The soft curves of her waist and the magical way her body has filled out only make me want her more. If you’d asked me before the birth , I’d have said I didn’t think it was possible, but my desire for this woman never seems to ebb.

“But, first, you give me what I want. Feed me, Dove.”

I’ve taken a liking to something new. Her magnificent tits full of milk. Hell, if I never thought of that kind of thing before her, and now I can’t get enough.

Her mouth gasps for little breaths, her drenched cunt grinding down on my eager dick as I reach up to cup one breast between my hands, gently pulling it to my face.

Lurching my hips upward, she leans down, feeding me, and the heat of her nipple ignites the primal beast within. I suck deep, tasting her milk as it dribbles into my mouth, thrusting my hips into her in time with each suck.

With that, she tenses, her hips shifting into a new gear as her pussy drenches my cock, sucking and pulsing in her orgasm as I swallow.

I’m done, it’s too good and it’s been too long. Her flesh fills my mouth, capturing my groans. With a muffled roar I release my load, shooting it up into her scorching hot canal, and I imagine myself taking root again.

I told her we could wait, but she wants another baby in her belly as soon as God will allow, and I’m a good Christian man. So, praise the Lord and hallelujah because I’m giving my woman what she wants.

Our bodies lurch and shake together, my teeth nipping at her tender flesh before I release her, both my hands finding those full hips and holding them tight on top of me. Right now all I want is for my cum to find its way home.

My dick doesn’t lose any enthusiasm, that’s for sure. He’s still dense and hard as a branding iron. I scoop her around the waist and sit up to bury my face between her tits, ready for round two. There seems to be no part of her body I tire of. She is my home, in every way.

“That was fast, wrangler. I don’t think you’ve cum that fast the whole time we’ve been together.”

“It’s that magic marauder you have down there where the action happens. Gave me no choice. Felt like your pussy was holding a gun to my balls and demanding payment.”

The music of her laughter fills my heart. I’m ready again, but I hear someone else start to fuss a few feet away.

“Bethany’s awake.”

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