Epilogue
Ivy
Two Years Later
Lily is finally asleep. Thank God!
She’s only twelve months old, but the girl has the staying power of an all-night disco queen. She could be tired all day long, but the second the clock strikes ten p.m. she’s ready for a little, late bottle action with a side of an extra bedtime story.
It doesn’t help that her parents are pretty terrible at telling her no. We’re going to need to get better at that or we’re going to have trouble on our hands.
I sneak out onto the front porch and lean back in the white stained swing that hangs to the left of the front door.
Ryker built it for me last year to celebrate our very first wedding anniversary.
I’m not sure how we’ve already been married over a year, but they say time flies when you’re having fun.
And we are definitely having the most fun.
I spend my days taking care of Lily, the chickens, the horses, and the cows.
I also bake fresh bread every day for the farm stand.
It’s a dream and folks around here really seem to love it.
We also visit Daddy at least once a day down at the distillery.
Even two years later, it’s still hard to be away from him for more than a few minutes at a time.
Heck, my brother’s even gotten used to us being together, and he stood as best man in our wedding. Life doesn’t get much better than this.
With the tips of my toes on the porch, I push back and swing gently as I stare out at the valley below.
I love to watch the seasons change here.
The way the fall comes to strip the leaves bare.
The way winter sneaks in and covers the ground with snow.
The way spring brings new life all over again.
It reminds me to embrace the beauty in change.
And right now, we’re about to have a huge change.
The screen door creaks and Ryker steps out into the night with me. Big, broad, and handsome as ever.
“Hey, trouble. You snuck out without me. I’m pretty sure that deserves a punishment.”
I smile and motion him toward me. “As long as the punishment isn’t no dessert, we’re good.” I rub my hand over my expanded belly. “Our baby boy likes dessert. Bed, though?” She smiles ear to ear. “If you want to send me to bed early, I could probably get on board with that.”
The swing creaks as he sits next to me. “I had something darker in mind.”
“Yeah?” I grin as I glance toward him, my panties soaking at the mere sound of his deep, raspy voice. “What do you have in mind?”
“Slide the top of your little night gown down for me?” He traces his thumb over my lips as he speaks.
I am very pregnant, and we have learned that a very pregnant me is very horny, but whatever tease he’s leaned into tonight is soaking me.
Nodding, I push the thin strap of my night gown down over my shoulder, letting the fabric drape on both sides, my full breasts holding the weight of what’s left.
My chest rises and falls quickly, and though we’ve made love hundreds of times at this point, he never ceases to make me nervous.
“You’re staring at me.” I bite back a smile and glance toward him quickly before looking away again.
“You can’t blame me for that. You know I love you pregnant.”
My pussy aches and my clit throbs as I drag in a deep breath and hum low. I think I know what’s coming.
His big, rough hand lands on the back of my neck and his fingers twist through my hair in the shadowed light of the full moon. “Show me how milky those titties are, sweet girl. I want to watch them drip.”
With one hand twisting in my hair, he uses the other to squeeze my bare breasts until my pebbled nipples drip a creamy, white liquid that he can’t control himself around.
A cool breeze passes over my bare breasts and spikes my nipples harder.
“God damn,” he growls, kissing my lips gently before sliding up from the swing to lean forward. His massive body bends down on his knees, his big hands spreading my legs, his dark eyes staring up at me like I’m a prize, a treat, a goddess to be worshiped.
He bites back a groan as my nipples leak, then leans in slowly and licks one teasing lick after another.
God, I love this. I love the way he touches me. I love the way he feels so big and strong.
A rush of wetness slides onto my panties as I finger through his hair. “Are you hungry tonight?”
He nods and suckles harder, drinking me in with groan after satisfying groan, as though I’m the last meal he’ll ever have on Earth. A moment later, his hand slides up my thigh, and two thick fingers penetrate my sopping wet core.
“Oh God,” I moan, grinding against his touch, rocking back and forth as he suckles my breasts and scratches at a spot on the upper wall of my channel that he knows I love.
I can’t well explain this feeling. It’s both comforting and sexual, erotic and caring.
I love it so much. The way he laps my milk so gently, but thrusts so eagerly with this hand. The way he groans as he drinks, but growls when he feels my body respond to him.
It’s everything, and I’ll never get enough.
“Right there,” I whine, bucking my hips as he thrusts. “Oh God.”
“Good girl. Come for me. I need this soaking pussy on my cock.” His words are broken and ragged as he continues to drink, flicking his tongue against my swollen nipples.
Vibrating with excitement, I let go, allowing everything in my body to release all at once. My thighs, my hips, my shoulders, my arms, every muscle, every nerve, every synapse firing and convulsing as Ryker continues to lick and suck, thrust, and groan.
It’s heaven, every second of it, and I’ve never felt more loved and cared for.
“Fuck.” He pulls his thick fingers out from inside of me, licking them clean before he lays back on the wood planks that line the front porch. “Come on,” he unbuckles his jeans and pulls his thick cock out to the open air, “sit on me. I want to watch those milky tits bounce.”
He reaches for my hand and guides me on top of him, helping me lower onto his waiting shaft.
I don’t bother pulling off my panties. I push them to the side and slide down on top of him, my mouth falling open as his width stretches all of me.
“Oh, damn you feel good,” I moan as I lean back, grip his thighs, and bounce.
“Fuck,” he growls, his rough hands squeezing my milk-soaked tits as I grind and slide back and forth on his length. “I’m not going to last. Don’t stop!”
People are always talking about how important it is that a man last a long time, but I find it flattering when Ryker can’t hold his come. I’m thrilled when he’s so excited by my body, my sounds, my touch that he comes hard and fast.
“Give it to me, baby. I want it,” I whine as I bounce, sliding his thick cock in and out of my sopping little pussy.
“Jesus Christ, trouble.” He grips hold of what’s left of my waist and rocks me back and forth, a dark, glazed animalistic look in his eye as he thrusts upward once and releases with a long, loud growl. “You’re hot as fuck!”
My pussy tremors as he worships me, squeezing down on his cock, soaking him… loving him.
I rock back and forth slowly until he sits up and holds me close. Well, as close as he can, given the giant belly I’m currently sporting.
“I love you so fucking much,” he groans before leaning into my lips, kissing me gently. “So, fucking much, Ivy.”
My heart swells, and for a long while, we sit on the front porch with the cool spring breeze moving around our half-naked bodies. The grasshoppers singing, a few frogs joining the chorus, and our baby boy kicking to remind me he’s still there.
I don’t know what life has in store from here. Maybe a few more kids. Maybe a bigger farm stand. Maybe a few more chickens. It’s hard to say really, but I think that’s the part I love the most.
The surprise of it all.
The part where love keeps showing up in ways I never expected.
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