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She lets out a loud moan, making eye contact with me as she nods frantically.

“Yes, Sir. Please. Please let me come.”

My cock jumps at her use of the honorific. It means she is particularly desperate for me.

“Are you going to come all over my fingers for me?”

Again, she frantically nods.

“Come for me, Kitty.”

And she does. She comes so fucking hard that it drips down my forearm. I pull my fingers out and suck them clean before pulling her down onto my lap.

As she comes down from her orgasm, I kiss back up her body and am pleasantly surprised when she rolls over on top of me. I love seeing her fully on display like this for me. As she kisses down my chest, she reaches down to grip my cock through my jeans and I let out a low growl.

She smirks as she unbuckles my belt and quickly pulls my pants down, the hungry look in her eyes is enough to drive me mad. Before I can wrap my head around the fact that I’m finally going to have her again, her lips are on me, pulling my fat cock into her warm mouth as she strokes it with one hand.

My goddess works me over until I’m fighting back an orgasm; I’m still worked up from the taste of her pussy on my tongue. I thrust my hips up and wrap her hair around my fist, fucking her mouth mercilessly as she moans, egging me on.

Before I lose my control completely, I let go and grab her arms, pulling her up to straddle me. She reaches down to line my crown up with her entrance and hovers over me. Teasing me as she allows only the head of my dick to enter her. As much as I want to thrust upward, this is also the first time we’ve been together completely since Ruby was born and I don’t want to hurt her. It’s taking every ounce of restraint that I can manage.

She exhales and slowly slides down my cock, moaning as she takes me to the hilt. Checking in to make sure she’s okay, I place my hands on her hips and slowly lift her up and down, her pace quickening as we go. I’m not going to last and I tell her as much. She seems to take it as a challenge, bouncing faster, her perfect tits begging to be touched. I ask for permission before I reach for them, knowing they are sensitive from breastfeeding. She nods, consenting to my touch, and I cup each breast as she continues her quick pace up and down on my cock.

She really is a force. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I’ve always thought she was stunning but in this moment, this vulnerable state, my obsession with her is further solidified.

“Callie,” I hiss out, “if you don’t slow down, I’m going to come inside you and you’re going to end up pregnant again sooner than you want to be.” The thought does nothing to deter me from releasing inside of her. I think I’ve just realized I have a breeding kink. The thought of her pregnant with my child, filled with my seed, has me coming apart at the seams.

Thankfully, my temptress slows her pace before pulling up and quickly putting my cock back in her mouth. Within seconds, my cum spills down her throat. She moans as she swallows it down.

In that moment, I know one thing is certain. The idea of getting Callie pregnant is what was on my mind the moment I came. I’m not sure I have the restraint necessary to continue the “pull and pray” method we’ve joked about before.

fifteen

CHASING CARS - SNOW PATROL

CALLIE - DECEMBER 13, 2013

Ruby’s soft, rhythmic breathing anchors me in this moment. Her tiny body cradled in her baby wrap, as I mix the dough for the sugar cookies. The smell of vanilla and butter drifts through the kitchen, soothing the storm of emotions swirling inside me. Ruby is going to Adam’s tomorrow and the thought of it has my stomach in knots. Even though I’ve had six weeks to prepare for her first visit away from me, I am still not ready. No amount of time could make this feel natural.

Sara sits on the floor beside me, gleefully banging a wooden spoon against an empty mixing bowl. Her laughter bubbles up, pure and carefree, as she looks up at me with wide, innocent eyes and a toothy grin. I force a smile, trying to mirror her joy, but the weight in my chest is heavy. My heart aches, caught between the love I feel for my girls and the fear of what tomorrow will bring.

What if Adam doesn’t know how to calm Ruby when she cries? What if she needs me and I’m not there?The questions swirl in my mind, unrelenting. I swallow hard, trying to push the thoughts away, but they cling to me like a second skin.

The doorbell rings, snapping me out of my spiral.

Taylor arrives with Ava, who barrels through the door in a whirlwind of energy, her ponytails bouncing as she shouts at the top of her lungs, “Cookies!”

Sara lets out an excited squeal, her little hands clapping together as she watches Ava with wide-eyed fascination. Ava crouches down beside her, spreading out the colorful assortment of cookie cutters on the floor like they’re the most exciting treasure she’s ever seen.

“Look, Sara! This one’s a snowman, and this one’s a star!” Ava says, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. Sara reaches for one shaped like a reindeer, babbling happily as Ava explains its purpose like a seasoned baking pro.

“Sorry we’re late,” Taylor says, stepping into the kitchen and setting a tray of meticulously arranged cookie cutters on the counter. “Ava insisted on bringing every single cutter we own, and then we had to count them twice to make sure none were left behind.”

I chuckle, adjusting Ruby in her wrap as she stirs against me. “Well, at least she’s thorough.”

Taylor raises an eyebrow. “Thorough, or determined to derail us before we even got here?” She smiles, but her gaze shifts to me, her expression softening. “How’s it going?”

I force a smile, turning back to the dough. “Great. The dough’s ready, so we can get started as soon as Brooke gets here.”

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