Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Before I could answer, the kids ran up to us and begged to go inside. Jamison held me in place, hiding the evidence of his arousal as he enthusiastically agreed. I giggled when he was forced to walk closely behind me. Although, our children were too engrossed in their new surroundings to pay us much attention.
They darted off as soon as we stepped inside. Suddenly, I was hauled back against my husband’s hard, muscular body. He cupped my pussy over my jeans and pinched one of my nipples before palming my whole breast. “I don’t know how I’m going to wait until tonight,” he groaned, burying his face in my hair.
He twisted my nipple, and I shouted, “Nap time!”
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Epilogue 3
Jamison
I stood on the back porch of our big plantation home and watched my wife dance around the orchard with our children. Their baskets of fruit were on the ground, long forgotten amid all their fun.
“Daddy! You’re home!” London, our four-year-old daughter, shouted when she spotted me. “Come dance with us!” She ran over, holding out her hand, her expression making it clear that she fully expected me to obey her command. And since she had me wrapped around her little fingers, that’s precisely what I did. She guided me over to Hazel, Charlotte, Lincoln, and Teagan, who were boogying to music coming from someone’s cell phone.
When Hazel noticed me, she grinned and ran over, throwing herself into my arms. I wrapped her in my embrace and lifted her off the ground so that I could plant a kiss on her rosy lips. When I pulled away, I grinned at the deep crimson staining her cheeks. “I missed you, peaches.”
“I missed you too, Jamie,” she said softly, love shining out of her beautiful eyes, warming me from the inside out like it always did.
I set her down and went down to my haunches with my arms open wide. All four of my babies crowded in for a group hug. I kissed the top of each head, earning me a groan from Lincoln and Teagan that made me chuckle.
I’d only been in the city for the day, and yet, I’d been bereft without my family. Damn, it felt good to be home. London wiggled from my arms and ran over to the cell phone, propped on a basket of ripe peaches. She turned it up and shouted, “I love this song!” She started hopping around in her version of dancing and singing about “funky toons.”
I laughed as she grabbed my hand and tugged, watching me expectantly. Giving in, I danced around with her, and when everyone else joined in, I mentally chuckled at the sight we must have made. If Justice, Thatcher, and Jonah weren’t as thoroughly whipped as I was, I could only imagine the endless amount of shit they would be heaping on me if they’d been here to see this. And I wouldn’t care one fucking bit. Hazel had given me everything I’d ever dreamed of, and I wouldn’t trade our life for anything.
Eventually, we all collapsed onto the ground, panting and laughing. Hazel was next to me, and she turned her head in my direction. She beamed at me, radiating happiness. “Welcome home.”
“I fucking love these big, sexy tits,” I mumbled as I licked around Hazel’s fat nipple. She moaned and arched her back, pressing herself further into my mouth and locked her legs around my waist.
My hips kept up their steady rhythm, pumping my long, aching cock into her virgin-tight pussy. Sometimes, I would swear she was even tighter now than the night I popped her cherry. Her walls spasmed, and her breath hitched, letting me know she was close.
“I’m gonna come, Jamie,” she whimpered. Her voice sounded strained from fighting the desire to cry out. After expending so much energy earlier, the kids had passed out after dinner. I wasn’t about to waste a second of our alone time and quickly hustled my wife to the bedroom.
I gently bit her nipple while my fingers twisted and plucked at the other one. “Let go, peaches,” I commanded. “I want to feel your pussy milking my cock, squeezing the fuck out of me.” I slithered a hand down to her soaked entrance and pinched her clit before slamming back in a little harder. Hazel buried her face in my neck to muffle her cry of ecstasy as she splintered apart.
Her pussy pulsed around my cock, and I quickly followed her into bliss. I lifted her face with one finger and crashed my mouth onto hers for a deep, passionate kiss. I made love to her mouth while I filled her with my essence, branding her as mine. No matter how many times I came inside her, I felt as though I was marking her for the first time. I was always desperate to make sure that the world knew she belonged to me and only me.