11. Fred
11
FRED
V ince’s bed is a broken mess.
I’m a broken mess.
My pussy has its own pulse, and it’s throbbing with a weirdly pleasant tenderness, kind of like my muscles get after a great workout. Which is what I had planned to be doing before I veered off course, snuck into the ass-fucker’s basement, and rode Vince’s jumbo dong. Which, come to think about it, was also a pretty great workout.
I shiver again, and he moans. “I could watch your chubby little cunt tremble and spill my seed all day long, Angel. You look bred to fucking perfection.”
His words hit my pussy as if it’s a target. Another spasm of pleasure grips my core, and more cum leaks out of me.
Vince utters another sound of something between appreciation and longing. “Stop it, or I’ll try to fuck you again, and I’ve already made you swell tight like a fucking clam. You don’t want to know how badly I want to pry you back open and dive in. ”
He leans in close and gently nurses my sensitive clit with his mouth, and my pussy quivers with glee. “You’re making me lose more of your goodness,” I say with a whimper.
“Hopefully not all of it.” He lifts his gaze to my face. “I’m hoping you’ll carry some with you a while. See if it sticks.”
My face warms. “Me too,” I admit. “I’m kind of worried about how much I’ll lose when I stand up.”
He shakes his head and grins. “Don’t be scared, Angel. You’ll keep plenty of chances snug and warm, and the rest will put on a spectacular show. You want to see?”
He looks so excited, I can’t help but be curious. “Yes.”
“I’ll help you up.” He rushes to position himself beside the bed. “And don’t worry about the mess.” He closes my legs, keeping them tight against each other, and then lifts me in one easy motion, so I’m standing on his bed.
The moment gravity finds me, the warm rush begins. I step my legs a little further apart and watch an insane amount of semen drip and slide down my thighs. It tickles, and I press my legs together, smearing it over my skin before stepping even wider.
Cum drips onto the bed covers, and I look up to see Vince’s mesmerized expression as he stands and stares. “Fucking gorgeous .”
His cock is on the rise again, but it’s his balls I’m looking at now. They’re huge. Twice the size of any I’ve seen. Then again, the rest of him is like that too. I bend and cup them in my palms .
“You want me to turn my head and cough? Or are you making plans, now that they’re yours?”
I meet his gaze and swallow hard. “Mine?”
“All yours, Angel,” he whispers. He palms my breasts and strokes his thumbs over my nipples. “You’re going to get more milk coming in soon.”
I nod. The sight of his hands on my breasts fills my mind with memories of his strong suction. My pussy twitches, and it sends more cum sliding down my legs. “So much milk,” I agree. “Too much for my baby. She’s practically weaned.”
Vince gives one of my nipples a firm, milking squeeze and brings tiny, white droplets to its surface. He leans in and suckles gently before slowly releasing me and bringing his focus to my face. “There may not ever be enough for me,” he says in a tone so husky and heated, I almost don’t register the state of his cock when it slaps against my forearms.
I look down to where I’m still cupping his big balls and stare at his hard-again cock. I had this behemoth inside me. That is impressive. And I’m pretty sure the only reason I didn’t get shredded by the thing, was because I was so juiced up and turned on by him, feeding at my breasts.
We both like my breastfeeding him. A lot .
I stand taller. “I’ll make more,” I say before thinking better of it.
“I’d like that,” he whispers and latches on to my other breast.
My knees get weak and threaten to buckle. “So would I. ”
He lets my nipple slip from his mouth, and I already miss the sensation. “How will you do that while I’m gone?” he asks. “Do you have a pump?”
I nod.
“Good. Touch yourself when you use it and think of me.”
Curious what he’d have me do, I grip my breasts, and then my ass. He tracks my path with his gaze, and it lingers when I give my buttocks another jiggle. He wets his lips, and one side of his mouth curls in apparent appreciation. He likes this? What else does he enjoy? I’ve never thought to please a man beyond offering parts of my body for his use, but this is different. I like it.
“Touch myself how?” I ask. “There are so many ways.”
“Any way that feels good, Angel.” He takes my hand and guides it to the slickness between my legs. He isolates my clit in the slipperiness, presses my fingers against it, and slides them in circles until the hair on my neck prickles and my breath catches in my throat. He takes away his hand, leaving mine to continue alone, while he licks his fingers.
I bring my fingers to my mouth and taste too. Taste him . His flavor overpowers mine, and something about that feels dangerously right.
His eyes are practically black with the size of his pupils, and he looks even hungrier for me than he did before. He runs a finger lightly down my centerline from neck to clit. “So we’re doing this?”
“Doing what?” I stroke my pussy again and marvel at how soaked and swollen it is. I feel like a new woman. One borne of pleasure.
Vince is nature’s surprising gift of beautiful compatibility. It’s as if we’ve done the impossible. Like we could do anything now.
“Making babies and a life together.”
The moment he says it, I imagine us reading stories under the fruit trees in the summer to come, with a whole swarm of happy children around us. I swallow hard.
It seems wonderful, but that’s not what I promised my mother.
“I’d like that,” I say, because it’s true. “Imagining a family with you is easy, but you have to know the reality isn’t so simple.”
“I’m not scared of working hard for what I want, Fred. You’re worth it.” He stares straight at me, and my face warms from the determination in his tone.
I rest my hand against his chest and feel his heart pounding. Mine is doing the same.
“I have zero experience with this kind of relationship,” I warn him. “And thanks to my parents, I only know what can go wrong. I will guard my children from that fear and pain at all costs. They are my priority, Vince. Not me, and not you. I’ll always do what’s best for my girls.”
He presses his lips together and nods. “Then I’ll be what’s best for your girls.” He runs his hands up and down his thighs. “My dad passed when I was a boy, but my stepdad loved me like his own. I couldn’t have asked for a better role model, and I hope to make you all proud by passing on the kindness he showed me. It’ll be easier for me, because your kids are way more adorable than I ever was.” He gives me a shy smile, and his sincere eyes become even more earnest. “We’ll find a way this can work, Fred. This — we — feels more right to me than anything I’ve ever had.”
“I feel the same.” I stroke his beardy face. “But you’re going to need to convince more than me.”
He nods again. “I will. May I please have your number? It feels wrong that I don’t have it already. I’m going to want to talk to you while I’m gone.”
My insides get a little giddy, and I climb off the bed. I bend down to find my phone in my coat pocket. “What kind of things will we talk about?” I check the time on the screen. Shit . I should be almost home by now. I quickly send Mom a message, to say I’m running late, but I’m on my way.
“We’ll talk about everything. Things we love. Your family. My family. How we grew up. How much I like seeing your bred cunt when you’re bent over like that.”
I straighten and turn around, my face warm. “You say naughty things.”
He closes one eye but keeps the other trained on me. “I do. Is that okay?”
I let him stew a moment before I smile. “I like it. But you’re going to have to watch your language around the kids.”
“Of course.” His eyes grow round. “I wouldn’t say… That’d be so inappropriate, Fred. I would never.”
He looks so mortified, I chuckle. “I believe you.” I tickle his chin. “You’re cute when you switch from dirty-talking Daddy to responsible daddy. I have to go. My workout was meant to end ten minutes ago, and Mom needs to get to the bakery, for her shift.”
“Can I drive you home?”
I shake my head. “I’ve got my bike, and I’m trying to get my body in fit condition for pregnancy and birth. It takes stamina, you know, and my doula agrees that losing a few pounds would help my journey. I tend to overindulge in creamy desserts,” I admit the last part sheepishly. “Mom jokes we may need a second cow, to sustain my custard addiction.”
Vince grips my ass and jiggles it with and approving grunt. “You look fucking perfect to me, Angel.”
My cheeks grow even warmer. “I need to go, before you make me want to stay even more.”
“I should clean you up a little first,” he says, sliding his hand up and down my slick inner thighs. “And if you think riding your bike is a good idea, I definitely won’t stop you. But I don’t think you’ve thought this plan through.” He glides his hand up, to cup my swollen pussy, and adds a bit of pressure as he rubs his cum into me some more, awakening every tender nerve. Cycling home will surely be agony.
I grip his arm and dig my nails into his skin with a pained moan. He lightens his touch instantly, sending a whisper of pleasure through my core.
“Color me convinced.” I keep hold of him and ease myself away from his touch before he makes me lose track of time again. “Is the truck outside yours? It’s electric, I noticed. Zero-emission transport is very sexy, Vincent Monaghan.”
He grins and gives me a kiss before heading into the ensuite bathroom. “Am I allowed to come in when I drop you off?” he asks, as he turns on the shower. “See the girls’ paintings? And show them mine?”
I follow him into the bathroom and turn off the shower. “I was going to make an exception for you the other day, but I always shower at home after the gym. If I don’t turn up sweaty, Mom will know I fucked you.”
“And that’s… bad?” He frowns.
“It will be, for you. You’re much bigger and older than I am, and you’re absolutely the wrong gender to gain her approval — and that’s before we factor in the fact you’ve fucked me full of cum within only a few days of knowing me, when she expressly told me not to rush into anything. You didn’t know that, so that part is on me, but my point is, we need her to like you.”
“We do.” He looks me over. “You’re walking like I fucked you,” he says. He hunts through the mirror cabinet and hands me some Tylenol.
I barely look at the label before passing it back. “I don’t usually take this kind of medicine.”
Vince searches my face. “I don’t think Daryl has the right herbs for anything better, Fred. Is it safe to chew willow bark when you’re breastfeeding? He has a tree out back, but I don’t want Ravee to get any ill effects — especially if she was feeling out of sorts a few days ago. If she had a virus, the salicylic acid could lead to Reye’s syndrome, with the brain swelling and liver damage… It’s the reason kids shouldn’t have aspirin when?—”
I press my palm to his chest, and he stops talking, but he’s still breathing like he’s in a panic.
“You really are the most adorable man I’ve ever met. I’m impressed enough that you remembered Raven was under the weather earlier, but… How do you even know all that?”
He shrugs. “One of my sisters is a nurse, my family has a ton of kids, I read a lot, and my friend Ben — Ben. ” He drops his gaze to my curls and clears his throat. “ Ben makes a balm he uses for… post-coital inflammation,” he says in a strange tone. “That’s what will help. All natural. Highly effective. I’ll get my hands on some before I see you again. Do you have any allergies or sensitivities? I just… I don’t want you to be in any pain.” He rubs his arm and looks away. “I don’t like that it’s a side effect of being with me.”
I curl my fingers into his chest hair, and he returns his gaze to mine when I give a light tug. “I’m a little sensitive after a big, hairy mountain of a man fucked me with his beautiful, massive cock, but I’m not allergic to that, or anything else. It doesn’t hurt in a bad way, Vince. I like feeling where you’ve been.”
He swallows visibly. “I like knowing that,” he says softly. “May I wash you without a shower? I’ll be gentle.”
What might that feel like?
I release him, pull myself up to sit on the counter next to the sink, and spread my legs.
True to his word, his touch is mindful, and his technique is steady, systematic, and thorough. He cares for me perfectly, until I’m pampered and patted dry, but he’s much less attentive to his own needs.
He gives his genitals a quick scrub and roughly towels them dry. He yanks on a pair of jeans, but he carefully helps me into my dress, and then my coat, as if I’m some delicate waif.
“You should treat yourself better,” I say as he puts my bike in the back of his huge truck.
“I treat myself fine.” He sounds surprised by my statement.
“Not as well as you treat me,” I point out.
He brushes off the comment. “You’re more important. You’ll be the mother of my children.”
My heart sings with the dream he describes, and I can only hope his seed is already planted, but it doesn’t change what I said. “And you’ll be their father, Vince.” I let that sit with him a moment, because his expression suggests he has never thought to prioritize himself. “If you want this to happen, you need to act like it. You can’t promise to be there for them, and then not be, because you didn’t look after yourself. That isn’t how trust is built, and we all need to trust you, so make sure you’re taken care of, too.”
He stares at me a moment, and then nods.
“I’ll help,” I assure him, with a smile.
He opens his passenger door for me and helps me inside. “I’d like that.”