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“I should find a woman who appreciates it more,” he grunted.
I froze for just a second before I started throwing my ass at him. I bounced on his ass and rocked down low and then up again.
“Oh, you wanna try to give me that pussy the way I like it now that I mention another ho.”
I reached behind me and gripped his erection. I squeezed it tight as he pulled back. “This is my dick,” I cried out.
“Then act like it.” He smacked me on the ass several times before he started pumping faster.
“Get on ya knees, big baby.”
I did exactly as he asked. October planted his feet on either side of my legs. He straddled me from behind, pushed me forward, and pumped into me.
“You know I’m not giving this dick to anybody else, Autumn. You’re the only woman for me, baby. You’re the one I’ll fight for every time,” he stated. His words came out in a staccato rhythm as he spoke while fucking me. “You know that, don’t you?”
“I do, baby.”
“Good. Don’t you ever forget that your body, your pussy, and your heart belong to me. Your daughter belongs to me. Matter of fact, all your future jits will be mine. Now hold still while I fill this pussy with my seed.”
His words and his movements inside of my body as he slid across my walls were more than I could take. Before I knew it, I was giving my baby everything he asked for and then some. I cried out as I came on his dick.
“That’s it, sweet girl. Gimme all that wet gushy stuff.”
When I finished, he released inside of me with a barely restrained growl. October pulled out of me before helping me up.
“Come on. Let’s go shower in my bathroom and then pick up our daughter.”
“That sounds like a plan to me, but we need to clean this up first before the ants get it,” I replied, gesturing at the ground.
“A’ight,” he declared with a smack to my ass.
Chapter 21
October
“You can taste the grapes,” our tour guide instructed, showing us how to pull one from the vine. “They do have seeds in them, so please use the bags you were handed at the beginning of the tour to place your seeds inside.”
I picked a couple of grapes from the vine, for Autumn and myself. I popped one in my mouth and then fed the other one to her. She closed her eyes and moaned softly.
“So sweet. They taste nothing like the ones in the grocery store,” she remarked.
“I know. It doesn’t get any better than off the vine, baby.”
We kept walking with the small group as our tour guide explained the process of making wine and what the vineyard workers were doing.
I looked out over the land and took in the acres of the vineyard along with the nice villas that were at the edge of the property, but closest to the winery and the restaurant. Autumn was intrigued by the entire process as we made our way through the vineyard.
“This place is so beautiful and peaceful,” Autumn remarked.
“It is. I love the scent out here too. Good clean air and the powerful fragrance of the earth.” I inhaled deeply, loving the earthy and floral aroma of the vineyard.
I grabbed Autumn’s hand and intertwined our hands together as we walked the rest of the tour, learning about the different variations of wine, the work that was done during the different seasons, and the bottling process.
Once we finished, we all climbed back inside and traveled up to the winery in an open-top tour bus. We were on a tour of the Laramie Falls Winery & Restaurant in North Georgia. I had taken her away for a weekend at the vineyard in the North Georgia mountains.
“This is the part I’ve been looking forward to,” Autumn professed and clapped her hands like a little child. Her cheeks were red, and excitement sparkled in my baby’s eyes.
“You think you can handle your liquor?” I asked while the instructor explained what we could expect next after we stepped inside the restaurant and winery.
