Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57499 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57499 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
I’d gotten my way in the end and our wedding was held in our backyard three weeks later, to the chagrin of our mothers.
In the end it was a good deal, because it wasn’t long after that that she missed her period.
I was a complete mess the whole pregnancy. I hated letting her out of my sight even to go to work, and when her tummy got too big for her to see her own feet, I was a wreck.
That’s the only reason I wasn’t kicking our families out of my house, because I’d called on them so much for back-up during her pregnancy, that it would seem ungrateful to send them packing now.
I actually got to spend a few minutes with my girl before she really started fretting for her mom’s tit.
I changed her right there on the bed, because the changing table scares the shit out of me.
I always feel like I’m going to reach for the powder or something and she’s gonna roll right off.
Downstairs it was like they had radar. As soon as I hit the landing they came out of the woodwork. “She’s hungry.”
“You woke her again didn’t you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She held up the monitor, one of the many I insisted we have around the house, no matter how everyone laughed at me.
“Damn, I forgot about those.” That means she heard me mention the case. I studied her face to be sure she was okay, but she had eyes only for our baby.
She headed back up to feed the baby and I hung with our parents for a bit. Her uncles weren’t here today but I’m sure one or more of them had been in and out at some point today.
One thing was for sure my poor kid was going to have a hell of a time growing up. Shania had already threatened them with bodily harm if they tried treating our daughter the way they had her while she was growing up.
She wasn’t going to get any help from this corner, I agreed with them wholeheartedly. In fact, we’ve already been working on our game plan.
Justin the ass was the worst though. He actually made a graph of all the male children born up to ten years before her; I kid you not.
At the top of this chart of his were the words, ‘Little fucks we have to keep our eyes on.’ We each had a copy.
It was pretty well understood that this was something we were each gonna have to do for the other when they got married and had daughters of their own; kind of a Chase-Spalding family tradition.
After the others were gone and it was just the three of us, I sat on the couch with the two of them wrapped in my arms, while I watched my two girls nod off.
“Come on baby, it’s time for bed.” She cringed when I took the baby from her arms.
“What’s the matter, what hurts?”
“Callie didn’t take enough milk and I’ve already expressed enough for tomorrow.”
“I’m on it, just let me put the little princess down and I’ll take care of you.” This was one of my favorite things about her new plumper body.
Her breasts are monuments of magnificent beauty; in which I find hours of pleasure.
We put the baby down together and stood looking down at her to make sure she was really down, before leaving for our room.
With the greatest of care, I removed her clothes before taking her down to the bed. I’m always extra careful with her now, never forgetting what she’d just been through to bring my child into the world.
“Which one hurts more love?” She pointed to her left nipple, which was already leaking.
I propped her up on the pillows for comfort and then leaned over and started to drain her aching breast.
I always get hot as fuck when we do this, but I know I can’t have her for at least another month, so I concentrate only on taking care of her.
I refuse to rub one out, or for her to take me into her mouth. If she has to go without I don’t see why I can’t.
It figures though, that her body looks as ripe for fucking as I’ve ever seen it, and I can’t touch her.
With my luck, by the time I can get inside her she’d have lost the little added padding on her ass that makes me drool.
Her milk was sweet on my tongue and I had to remind myself like always, to go slow and suckle instead of devouring.
My dick was already hard and hurting by the time I’d emptied one tit and moved onto the other, and it was getting harder and harder to ignore.
She felt it against her leg and rubbed against me teasingly. “Baby, don’t.” I went back to suckling her and she went back to teasing me with her thigh.