Epilogue Two
~Violet~
Five Years Later
“More,” I breathe out, trying to be as quiet as possible as my husband drives his big cock into my wet folds. I thought I was insatiable when we first got together five years ago, but that’s nothing compared to how I feel when I’m pregnant.
Maybe it’s because its twins this time, something that Mav and I are incredibly excited for but the rest of the house is in denial about.
There are already so many kids running around this place and it seems like the five woman who live here all get pregnant about the same time.
By the end of the year, there could be another four mouths to feed on top of the two of ours that are due in another month.
With so many kids around, it’s hard to find moments to be together, which is why I currently find myself riding my husband in the hayloft of the barn outside.
Everyone else is running around inside trying to get ready to go to the public pool, but I needed a little something from my man before I felt like I could spend the day away from him.
“Fuck, little flower,” Mav says as he grips my hips and thrusts up into me.
“Love when you ride my fat cock.” He grits his teeth, a sign I have come to know as him holding back his own orgasm until I get mine.
I love that he has a Violet comes first rule, but right now I need the feel of him swelling inside me to get me there.
Leaning down, I stick my cleavage in his face, knowing how much he can’t resist my tits. “Come on, cowboy. Give it up. Need to feel you go off inside me,” I say as I bounce harder and faster as he moves his hands to palm my breasts.
They’re even bigger and more sensitive than they usually are, so I’m pretty close already. I move my mouth over to my man’s neck and start licking and sucking against his skin, smiling against it when I hear his breathing pick up.
“Oh shit. Not yet,” Mav says, grunting as he pushes up into me a few final times and pumps me full of his warmth. Finally, my own orgasm claims me as my pussy grips onto him and that same euphoria I get every time we’re together flows through me.
Mav rubs his hand up and down my back after I’ve collapsed onto his chest, my belly keeping me further from him than I would like. “You alright there, little flower? You were working pretty hard there.”
I hum happily and wiggle my hips slightly, earning another little pulse from his cock. “Worth it,” I tell him, staying where I am until I hear footsteps approaching the barn.
“Mama. Daddy. Where are you?” Our four year old Finn asks in his sweet voice.
I cover Mav’s mouth with a hand as I peel myself off him. “Be right down, baby,” I say as I pull up my panties and smooth down my dress. “I just had to grab something real quick.”
“In the barn?” Our son asks, disbelief laced in his voice. “Do you know where my swimsuit is?”
I think for a moment before I remember where it’s at. “It’s in your bottom drawer.”
“Okay. Thanks, mama,” he says. When I hear retreating footsteps, I breathe a sigh of relief. When my eyes find my husband once again, I chuckle as I see he’s still laying down on the blanket we spread out, cock in hand as he’s stoking it. “What are you doing?”
Mav grins wickedly. “You said you had to grab something real quick? Why don’t you come over here and put your hand over mine.” He raises a brow. “Or are you going to admit to lying to our son?”
I roll my eyes at him but kneel down and put my hands on his hard dick, gripping him in the way he likes that pulls a low moan from his mouth. “I’m no liar,” I tell him, pumping as hard as I can before pulling my hand away. “But I also said I was going to be quick.”
I make to leave, but Mav pulls me down and kisses me fiercely, one hand placed on my pregnant belly reverently as the other slides into my hair.
“I can be quick,” he says, reaching under my dress and pulling my panties to the side again.
It seems like I’m not the only one who is insatiable, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.