Page 96 of Big Daddy

“Can we feed the birds?” Archie asks through a yawn.

“Sure,” Winnie says, “I think Daddy saved some of the sourdough from last week. We can take that.”

I squeeze her thigh as she settles in her seat. “We’re not napping, are we?” I whisper.

She smirks. “H-e-double hockey sticks no,” she says with a silky, seductive smile.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I’m met with the most gorgeous sight. My wife, completely nude, sitting in the middle of our bed, her head tipped against the tufted headboard, her hands moving over her swollen belly, legs spread wide.

She became my wife shortly after Archie was born, mostly because she didn’t want to get married while pregnant. We had a small ceremony in our yard, with just our family members. The ceremony was small, but the ring is fucking huge. I tried to find a ring that embodied all that I feel for Winnie, but I quickly realized there isn’t a rock big enough for that. I settled on four carats. The best part of it? Listening to her refer to me as her husband. Fucking bricks me up.

“God,” she breathes, her eyes raking over my body as if I’m the sight for sore eyes. They linger on my abs before dropping to my cock, already hard despite the fact nothing’s happenedyet. Still, just seeing her naked body, breasts full of milk for my children, belly nearly bursting with our child, her curls wilder than ever—it’s the hottest, most beautiful, picturesque scene. “Get over here and fuck me before I die,” she complains, sliding down the bed, resting her head on a pillow. I slide into bed next to her, and sink my fingers into her hair, turning her to face me. Our lips lock, and we kiss for what feels like hours, moaning, heavy breathing, my other hand rubbing her belly.

Finally she breaks free, looking down between us where her breasts leak freely against my chest, wetting the sheet below. “They need you,” she whispers, kneading one of her breasts. “I need you,” she says, tucking a pillow behind her head to sit up a few more inches. I reach between her legs, finding her cunt swollen and wet, so wet that her thighs are sticky and she moans at the first touch.

“Fuck, baby,” I groan, letting my tongue follow the streams of milk curving the underside of her breast, dripping down her belly.

“I need you, Big Daddy,” she manages, her eyes falling closed as I sink two fingers inside of her, my thumb resting on her clit. The sound of her wetness fills the room as I finger fuck her, letting my mouth seal over her nipple. A few sucks and warm milk rushes onto my tongue.

“You’re so sweet, Win,” I praise, moving my mouth between her breasts, with her guidance, still moving my hand between her legs. Her belly nudges my cock, making me groan.

“Feel my belly? Feel my big belly against your hard cock? Drink the milk I made for your babies while you fuck my belly,” she whimpers, kinkier than ever.

It’s hard for us to make love in many positions when she’s this close to giving birth. Also hard? Me lasting. She’s so swollen and wet when she’s pregnant, I resort to thinking about baseball and sewing in order to get her off before me. Once, before I evengot inside of her, my cock rubbed against her belly, and she said, “Oh god, your cock on my belly,” and that was it. I came all over her. Her belly looked like an iced fucking cupcake.

But fuck was it hot.

“Big Daddy, are you gonna unload those big, heavy balls all over my belly? Are you?” she begs, licking her lips as she pushes her fingers through my hair, watching me as I lick her nipple, then relatch. With each long drink I take from her, she moans, her cunt clenching around my fingers like she’s close.

“Hmm,” I moan, rolling her onto her side. Hooking my hand around her knee, I lift her leg and my cock slips into her cunt with ease. Reaching around, I rub her belly as I rut into her on our sides, not taking my eyes from the mirror on the wall.

Her tits jiggle, milk dripping and splashing all over our bed as I fuck her hard. She collects some of it with her fingers, reaching her arm over her shoulder to find my mouth. I lick her milk from her fingers as I stroke in and out of her, loving the way she holds her leg up for me to fuck her deeper.

“Fuck, Win, I can’t wait to breed you again. You look so good bred, so fucking beautiful with my baby in your belly and your tits full of milk.”

“Yes, oh fuck, keep your slut bred, please,” she moans, writhing in my arms, against my chest as I continue plunging into her deep on our sides.

“Baby, I’m close,” I warn. She moves to her hands and knees, facing the mirror, and I get to my knees behind her, sliding my cock back into her heaven. We both groan, stilling for a moment before I pick up my momentum, fucking her hard. She loves the feel of me fucking her hard and deep, and I love watching her take it. I keep my eyes on her reflection in the mirror ahead, my orgasm building with each drop of cream that beads on her nipple and drips into our bed.

“Fill me up, Big Daddy, please,” she squirms, reaching one hand down to rub her belly. I can’t keep my eyes off the sight of her in the mirror, touching the belly I gave her, full breasts dripping, cheeks flushed.

“You wanna come with me, Mama? C’mon, come for me, baby, I’m gonna come,” I grit out, my voice hoarse, breathing frantic as I sloppily pick up my pace, fucking her in wild, ruthless strokes. “Come for me, Mama,” I groan as my stomach clenches, my balls tighten and I lose control, rocketing off deep inside her.

When I think I’m spent and every last drop of my soul has left my body and entered hers, her hungry little cunt clenches all around me, her orgasm milking a second from me with ease.

“Shit, baby,” I groan, curling my fingers into her hips as she twitches and moans, coming hard on my cock as I fill her again in short, quick bursts.

As we float down from our orgasmic high, I scramble off the bed and help her do the same. I run her a bath and help her in, bringing her a Diet coke to enjoy while she soaks.

“You want me to set your laptop up in bed with the lap desk? You gonna work on Kennedy’s thing?” I ask her as I wash my face at the sink, trying to splash away the heat that still lingers in my skin. Even after coming inside my wife twice, I still need a splash of cold water on my face to remind me that I indeed must get back to work and do my job.

She smirks at me beneath the layer of bubbles. “I actually finished last night when I was up to nurse Rosie.”

I turn off the sink and work on my tie. “Really? Oh baby, she’s gonna be thrilled. It looked excellent last time I saw it.”

In the last two years, Winnie convinced Kennedy that she should open her own executive assistant agency, where she places high end assistants with high powered employers. She’s already placed several assistants with a handful of clients, withmore applicants waiting. Winnie built her business’s website, as well as designed their company letterhead and business cards.

“It’s even better now. I can’t wait for you to see it,” she smiles, letting her curls sink into the warm water.

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