Epilogue
Bennett
Two years later
I lean against the doorframe of the nursery and watch my wife with our daughter; she’s giving her the final feed of the night and it’s something I love to see. They’re the reason my heart still beats.
It took us just over a year to get pregnant with Elizabeth, and we’ve been grateful every day since that we were able to conceive.
Seeing Peyton pregnant with my child was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever had the privilege to witness.
Watching our child grow within her, a child we made from the love we share, was priceless, and it’s something I crave to see again.
The changes in her body were sexy as fuck, too.
I was completely addicted to her, more so than usual. I still am.
She looks up at me from where she’s currently sitting, a gentle smile gracing her lips. I didn’t think it was possible to love her more than I did the day I married her, but she’s proving me wrong every single day.
“How’d it go?” she questions as she takes in my clothing; not a speck of blood this time.
“He’s gone,” I confirm. Having a wife and child hasn’t stopped my extracurricular activities, in fact it’s cemented it for me. I won’t allow the depraved to walk the same streets as my family. Luckily enough, my wife agrees with me.
“Good. I’m nearly done,” she whispers as she moves Elizabeth to her shoulder to burp her. I walk into the room and take our little girl into my arms.
“Let me do that,” I say as I place her on my shoulder and nuzzle her fuzzy little head. Why do babies smell so good? “I ran you a bath. Go relax, I’ll be in soon.”
“You’re too good to me.”
“You deserve the world, sweet girl, and I plan on spending the rest of my life giving it to you.” She blows me a kiss as she walks out of the room.
“Don’t take too long, Daddy.” Fuck. She knows what it does to me when she calls me that.
“Your Mommy is a tease, you know that?” I whisper to my daughter as she releases the cutest little burps into my shoulder. “How do you feel about a little brother or sister?”
Twenty minutes later — I may be addicted to cuddles with my little girl — I walk into the bathroom to see my wife reclined in the large bath, her luscious milky tits bobbing in the water.
“Hey, Daddy,” she taunts as I walk through the door.
“You’re asking to get fucked,” I point at her as I begin to strip off my clothes.
“Promise?” Brat, I mouth to her as I climb into the water; she leans back into my chest once I’m settled and my hands come up to cup her breasts.
“She go down okay?”
“Of course, she’s an angel. Little D’s camped outside her door as usual.
” Ever since we brought our little girl home, Little D has been obsessed with her.
The first night she moved to the nursery — and every night since — he’s planted himself in front of her closed door and will stay there until she wakes in the morning.
“They’ll have the best bond as they grow,” she says as I continue to play with her breasts. They’ve gotten so much bigger since she fell pregnant. “You’ve become obsessed with these since I gave birth,” she chuckles.
“I’m obsessed with you. But have you seen these?” I give her nipples a light tweak. “They’re fucking exquisite.”
“Maybe you can finish on them later.” I groan at the thought, however, I have other plans tonight.
“That’s not where I’ll be finishing tonight,” I state as I bite the lobe of her ear.
“You’re not coming in me again,” she tries to sound stern. “We have to be careful at the moment.”
“We’ll see about that.” I give her nipples another tweak, harder this time and a drop of milk pearls at their tips.
“Elizabeth’s not even three months,” she groans. I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck off the drops of milk that have gathered on them.
“What’s your point?”
“My point is, we shouldn’t be getting pregnant again so soon.”
“Hmmm,” I hum as my hands slide down and smooth over her stomach. “If you say so.”
“You’re not going to listen to me at all, are you?”
“Nope.” I can’t help but chuckle at her huff of annoyance.
“Come on, let’s get out, the water’s getting cold.
” I rise from the bath and lift her with me, wrapping us both in the warm towels from the rack and walking us into the bedroom.
I lay her down on the bed and spread her legs for my own personal viewing.
You can barely see the scars on her body now.
I had a surgeon flown down to work on them and unless you’re really looking for them and you’re in a certain light; they go unnoticed.
It’s not something I’ll ever forget though, or take for granted how lucky I am that she’s still here, alive, and choosing to live her life with me.
Giving me a life I never even dreamt I’d have.
“Just remember how much I love you.” She cocks her head at me. “Because I’m about to spend the night acting like I don’t.”
“Bennett, you’re going to get me pregnant again,” she moans an hour later as I thrust exceptionally deep. I’ve been fighting off my orgasm, drawing out our pleasure, making this last. Not that I won’t just take her again after, I’m going to be inside her all night.
“That’s kind of the idea, sweetheart.”
“I’ve just had a baby,” she moans again as I hit a sweet spot inside her.
“And you’ll give me another; you’re going to give me so many.”
“How many?” she questions sharply.
“Hmmm, I think five,” I pant. I’m close, I just need her to come again first.
“Five,” she blinks up at me. “Five? Are you fucking with me right now?”
“Not in the slightest,” I say as I begin to thrust harder, faster, as I begin to rail my wife. “I need you to come, sweet girl. I need you to milk my cock as you come.”
“Bennett,” she whimpers as I grind my cock into her, as I make sure all of those barbells rub inside of her.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I groan as her cunt begins to tighten around me.
“Come for me, come for Daddy.” That does it, tipping her over the edge.
She takes me with her as I thrust as deep as I can and unload every drop of my cum into my wife’s cunt.
I roll us to our sides and hook her leg over my waist, keeping my cock buried inside her as I claim her mouth.
I kiss her for what seems like hours, my tongue sweeping along hers again and again, stealing her breath, taking everything she’ll give me.
My cock stays buried inside her the whole time, keeping my cum exactly where it belongs.
“Do you reckon it’ll be a boy or a girl this time?” I hum as I finally pull back and break the kiss. She blinks up at me before a giggle takes over her body.
“You’re incorrigible,” she grins up at me.
“Only for you. Only ever for you.”
Her laughter turns to moans of pleasure as I begin to move inside her again; moans I get to hear for the rest of my life.
The End