Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chad
E pilogue Two
“If you don’t stop, the kids are going to know what we’re doing.”
I don’t stop, because I’d be shocked if our older kids don’t have a general idea of what happens when our bedroom door is closed.
I shove my tongue deeper into her clutching tunnel, swallowing the sweet nectar that streams over my tongue.
Today is our fifteenth anniversary, and the kids and I have a big dinner planned for Rachel. They’re all downstairs making a mess in the kitchen, while I’m up here making a mess of my wife.
The years haven’t dimmed our passion for each other one bit. We’re still on each other at least once a day. Most days more. I like waking her up with my mouth and putting her to bed with my dick. It seems to be working so far, and it’s had a good long road test.
My formula for a happy wife has been multiple orgasms via my mouth, fingers and cock every day. Say ‘Yes dear’ when she asks for almost anything, unless it’s a danger to her or our kids. Pay the bills, and then some. Not because she’s a spender, hell no, not her. But because I want us secure and safe, no matter what life might send us. And last but not least, be the best father I can be.
We’re on child number eight right now. Our last baby boy, Murphy, is a Trisomy 21 baby. A sweet smiling Downs Syndrome angel, and if there ever was pure love on this Earth it’s him.
Our oldest, Beth, is the little mama. She fights Rachel to take care of Murphy and that boy never has a chance to want for anything. I’m so proud of all my kids. And her, my Dove. They’ve given me a life better than any dream I could have imagined.
I munch on Rachel until her pussy is swollen red and her voice is raw. Only then do I come up over her and guide her onto all fours. I’m giving her what she asked for this morning, she just didn’t know back then that I was planning to take the scenic route.
First I coat my cock with her slick cream, then scoop it onto a couple fingers and circle the dark bud of her ass. We do it all, and my girl loves it all. She’s shameless, and that only makes her more beautiful to me. I want to give her every pleasure, every sensation she desires, and sometimes that’s my hand on her ripe, round ass.
“You want my cock in your ass, don’t you, Dove?”
Her hips answer, raising up as she lowers her face into the white comforter.
I glide the tip of my dick forward, listening to the beautiful sounds she makes when I fuck her this way. She has special noises she brings out just for this. She loves how full it makes her feel, how owned.
Me? I’ll love her and give her whatever she wants, but her ass is tight and nearly sucks my cock inside all on its own.
My slow entry has her moaning my name already, stretching her open as her hands grab fistfuls of the fabric.
From here, it’s faster, harder because that’s what she’s calling for. We’re sweat slick and slapping together. A stream of dirty obscenities fall from her mouth, making my dick grow another inch inside her. My sweet dove has a filthy mouth when she wants it, and it gets me every time.
Can’t imagine where she learned to talk like that.
Her orgasm is so intense it makes her shake so hard I have to hold her hips in place. I’m right behind her, my balls seize up and shoot her full of a nice round of hot cream.
Then I hear feet padding up and down the hall outside our door.
“That was so good.” Rachel whimpers into the bed.
“At your service ma’am. I love you, Dove. Always.”
“I love you too, wrangler.”
With that, we clean up with a quick shower. Roger and Tabitha are coming for dinner as well. They got married a year after we did, and they have three little ones now with one in the oven.
Roger’s business has gone worldwide. We’ve partnered on a few deals, with merchandise and such, but my heart is still in the hands on. I don’t take on as many cases as I used to any more, and I stay as local as I can, but my reputation has gone global all the same.
I’m still shocked every time I go to the accountant and I see just how much I make every year. Son of a dirt farmer like me. Who woulda thought?
The kids are excited to give Dove the gift I got her. I let them help me design it, too. She’s not big on jewelry, but she’ll like this, I can guarantee it. It’s a bracelet, make out of platinum, with a tiny dove shaped from inlaid diamonds. Eight of them in all, one for each of our kids, and there’s still room for more.
She’ll cry. And, yep, I will to. Not much has changed.
We miss Jessie, she passed away going on three years now. Just didn’t wake up one morning. I had it set up that her house had all sorts of monitors and we had a gal living there to help her out, but she just died in her sleep. When we got there after the call, we found her with a little crooked smile on her face and I imagined she must have been having an awfully good dream when she went. That’s the best way to go if you ask me, I think we all hope for the same.
The kids are anxious now, they’re running up and down the hall trying to get our attention.
I walk over and wrap my arms around my girl. “How do you get more beautiful every year?” Leaning in, I pull her tight into my chest.
“You are a cornball, you know that?”
“I just tell the truth. You ready? The kids are excited.”
“Yes, I can hear.”
They’re outside the door now, talking in loud voices and fussing with each other.
“Here’s to the next fifteen.” I capture her lips as her hands come around my waist.
“And fifteen more after that.”
My heart thumps into my chest. I’m still amazed I was able to grab the brass ring and hold onto it so long.
“Amen.”
I smile as I hug her into my side, and we walk together toward the door.