Epilogue
Callum
Two years later
I squeeze my shaft, stroking in quick jerks as I stand over the cup of coffee. Staring at my beautiful wife, I nod at the robe and she smiles. Acacia pulls it open, showing off her large leaking breasts and her swollen belly. Her hand rubs down the taut skin of her baby bump. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Tell me,” I groan, my cock throbbing in my hand as I reach the precipice of what she’s waiting for.
Her cheeks flush. “Do you like what you’ve done to me, Daddy? Filled me with your special sauce and implanted a piece of you inside me?”
My eyes roll back and I let out a cry as my dick throbs, filling the cup of caffeine with my personal brand of creamer. Stepping back when my seed bags are drained, I mix it with the spoon and hand it to her. She leans against the counter, taking a sip as my mouth attaches itself to one of her nipples. I suck it hard, groaning when a small trickle of titty juice leaks out. My hands immediately encase her belly, trying to wake our little spawn so I can feel him.
This is our morning routine since she moved in when pregnant with our first child. I didn’t mean to knock her up only a couple months after she had our little Willow, but we didn’t stop to think about the consequences after six weeks of staying off each other. Thankfully, she wants a whole litter just like me. If I had a choice, Acacia would stay barefoot and pregnant as often as her body could handle. We would have to eventually move out of our cozy house, but it would be worth it.
“Malissa texted me,” she says with a hitched breath as I bite down on her hard, perky nub.
“Hmm,” I hum against her lush mound.
“Yeah, I guess Dean finally proposed.”
I pull back, licking my lips of the sweet milky goodness. “Yeah? About time. He bought the ring years ago.”
She smiles. “She asked me to be her maid of honor.”
“Naturally,” I say, grinning back. I chuckle. “You know she’s gonna expect her bachelorette party to be everything dick shaped.”
Acacia’s eyes widen. “No…”
I laugh louder, unable to imagine how uncomfortable my wife will be ordering all those supplies. For a woman that takes my gigantic love stick on the daily, she’s still as innocent as they come.
“Oh yeah. I think I’m going to tell Dean to put in a custom order at that one shop, All That Jizz,” I tease.
She shakes her head, blushing. “Actually, she would probably love that.”
I slide my hands to my wife’s plump caboose and squeeze. “I was thinking tonight may be the night you let me in your back gate.”
“Callum…” she whines as my fingers slide under her dress and into the vertical grin of her cake. I brush against her brass eye and she shivers.
“I don’t know yet,” she says hesitantly, and I pull away. Kissing her lips, I invade her mouth with my tongue and groan at the coffee's salty taste.
“One day,” I say with confidence against her lips. She’s trusted me to do a lot, but I know she’s nervous about taking my third leg up that tiny hole.
“Maybe as like a five year anniversary present. Gives me time to prepare.” She shrugs, grinning at me.
I kiss her again. Any time she speaks about us together in the future I get horny. Actually, anything she does sends the blood rushing south. “Whenever you want, baby.”