The ceremony didn’t last long, then all of our friends and family gathered back at our house for a reception. I just wanted everyone gone so I could get my wife naked, but she’d been looking forward to this day since Charlie was born. It had taken a little while to get it done because she wanted her parents to be there and they’d been unable to get away during the harvest season.
She looked so happy; I tried my best not to be a grumpy ass. Hazel had relaxed and fully returned to my cute little country bumpkin, and it made it impossible to say no to her. But I was going to need plenty of alone time with my wife later so she could make it up to me. I’d even put Hazel’s parents up in a hotel and asked them to take Charlie for the night, which they were ecstatic to do.
Just then, Hazel glanced in my direction and seemed to read my dirty thoughts because her cheeks turned pink. I gave her an exaggerated wink, and she grinned in return.
It took another hour to clear out the last of the visitors, but then I finally had my wife all to myself. The time between the door closing and Hazel’s first orgasm was however long it took to get rid of her dress, lift her up against the wall, and get my mouth on her pussy. She’d always been a quick trigger while pregnant, but she was even more hard up this time. I had a feeling it had to do with being pregnant and nursing at the same time.
After making her come with my mouth, twice, I quickly undid my pants as I got to my feet. Raising her up again, I guided her legs around my waist before thrusting in until I was completely sheathed. I groaned, the sound mingling with Hazel’s moan. “Lose the bra,” I growled. “It’s time for Daddy’s dessert.”
Hazel hurried to undo the front clasp—something I insisted on for all of her bras—and her big tits spilled from their white lace confines. Her nipples were already beading with cream, and I latched onto one, drinking deep as I began to ram my fat cock into her tight pussy over and over.
“I fucking love these tits,” I mumbled around a mouthful. “The only thing better than drinking from your sweet pussy is tasting your milky breasts.”
I switched to her other nipple and licked up the liquid running down the side of her tit before sucking on the peak and drawing out even more of her nectar. Fuck, I would swear in court that her milk actually tasted like peaches.
Tearing my mouth away from her tits, I slammed it down on hers, letting her taste the remnants of her milk in my mouth. She moaned and attacked my lips with unbridled passion as her hips gyrated, meeting me thrust for thrust.
Without warning, Hazel’s head flew back, and she screamed as an orgasm barreled through her. Her pussy clamped down so tight, I had no choice but to shout as I began shooting hot come into her womb; coming so hard I could barely manage to stay standing.
When it seemed like I was empty—for the moment at least—I rested my forehead on hers and concentrated on catching my breath. Hazel squirmed, and I grabbed her ass cheeks, stilling her movements. “I’m nowhere near done with you, peaches. But if you don’t stop wiggling, I’m going to end up fucking you right here on the floor and I’d rather we be in our bed before I take you again.”
Hazel sighed and leaned in close. She nipped my earlobe, making my only somewhat softened dick stand to attention once again. “Then hurry your cute ass up before I’m the one taking you to the ground and sucking your delicious cock until you can’t see straight.”
“Promises, promises,” I joked, faking a grunt when she punched me in the arm.
Holding her close, I jogged up the stairs to our bedroom. I carefully lowered Hazel onto the bed and shucked my clothes before joining her. Then I pulled her into my arms and snuggled her close. Mindful of her pregnant state, I wanted to make sure she got some rest before the next round. And that’s how the remainder of the night went; resting in between bouts of lovemaking and fucking. We also made very good use of the peach preserves her mother had brought from the orchard. It was early morning by the time Hazel finally gave in to exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep. As I held her, I thought about our family and drifted off with a smile on my face.
Epilogue
Hazel
Two years later…
“Keep those eyes closed, peaches.”
I pouted and crossed my arms over my chest. “Are we there yet?”
Jamison chuckled and patted my knee. “Patience, peaches. Patience.”
“It’s a surprise, mommy!” Charlie practically shouted from the backseat, and I heard her clap her hands.
The car turned slowly, and I heard what sounded like gravel crunching beneath the tires. Jamison had been up to something sneaky lately, and he brought Charlie into it as well. I couldn’t believe I wasn’t able to break her with cookies. He must have promised her something ridiculous for our three-year-old to keep a secret.
Our two-year-old, Lincoln, would have spilled the beans, but when I tried to bribe him, it became clear that he didn’t know anything. Even seducing Jamison hadn’t worked. Instead, he’d ended up talking me into waiting rather than me convincing him to tell me his little secret.
The vehicle finally rolled to a stop about thirty minutes after we’d left the city. “No peeing, mommy!” Lincoln shouted. I suppressed a giggle and exaggeratedly put my hands over my eyes.
“Okay, little man. No peeking.”
I heard the car door open and shut, then I felt a soft breeze when mine was opened. Jamison took my hand and helped me out of the car. “Stay put, peaches.”
From the sound of it, he was getting Charlie and Lincoln from the car. “Okay, guys,” he said, “Let’s show mommy her surprise.” Two tiny hands took hold of each of mine, and the kids pulled me over to stand in another spot.
“Open your eyes!” they shouted. I lifted my lids and laughed at the sight of my children hopping around in front of me with excitement. Then I took a look at my surroundings. My brow furrowed in confusion as I stared at the big, restored plantation house, with a huge yard, situated in front of rows and rows of trees. It was a beautiful orchard.
“It’s gorgeous,” I breathed. “But it’s too early to pick fruit from the trees.”
Jamison chuckled and slipped his arms around my waist, splaying them over my slightly rounded tummy. “I guess we’ll just have to stay here until they are.”
Leaning my head back, I glanced up at him with raised eyebrows. “Stay here? Did you rent this place?”
His head bent, and he nuzzled my nose. “I bought it.”
“We’re home!” Charlie yelped, then she grabbed Lincoln’s hand and they raced toward a play area on the left side of the house.
“What?” I didn’t have any more words. I was confused, but hope bloomed in my chest.
“It’s ours, peaches. We’ll keep our house in the city, and I hired a couple to manage the orchard. But this is our home, where we’ll raise our kids and grow old together.” His expression turned nervous for a moment, and he asked, “Do you like it?”
“Like it?” I spun in his arms and threw my arms around his neck, hugging him with all my might. “I love it!”
He beamed at me before taking my lips in a deep kiss. “I love you, Hazel. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, and I know this is the kind of place you dream about living.”
I sucked in a breath and ducked my head while my cheeks bloomed pink. “Bianca’s been pretty thorough in her reports to you, hasn’t she?” I huffed.
Jamison laughed and buried his face in my neck. “No. I couldn’t get anything out of that traitor.” I giggled and silently thanked my bodyguard and friend. Jamison was an extremely hard guy to say no to. As was evidenced by the baby growing in my belly. I’d wanted to wait a little longer before we went for number three, but somewhere between two glasses of wine and several orgasms, I agreed to not using a condom—the one time! And look at me now…
“So?” I prompted. “How did you know?”
Jamison lifted his head and grinned, completely unapologetic about whatever he was about to say. “I hacked your Pinterest account, and I dug
through the pages you follow on Facebook and found the one with old homes. You liked every single one that had land for an orchard.”
I should probably have been mad at what he’d done, but the truth was, I was used to it. And, I’d learned over the years, everything Jamison did was to make his family safe and happy. Even when he was being an overprotective caveman, I couldn’t help finding it incredibly sexy. He was an amazing husband and father.
“How about a tour of your new home?” Jamison whispered in my ear as he turned me around to face the structure. “After the kids go to sleep tonight, I’ll introduce you thoroughly to our new bed.”
I shivered with anticipation, and my panties became damp as my nipples puckered in response to his promise. He palmed my hips and pressed his hard cock into my ass. “Are you wet, peaches?” I nodded, and he growled. “I want to taste you so bad. I want to slip my hand between your thighs and plunge my fingers into your hot pussy. I want to spread your juices all over your hard nipples and suck them clean.” I moaned and swayed as my knees weakened. Luckily, he had a firm grip on me and kept me upright. “Do you want my tongue or my cock first, baby?”
Before I could answer, the kids ran up to us and begged to go inside. Jamison held me in place, hiding the evidence of his arousal as he enthusiastically agreed. I giggled when he was forced to walk closely behind me. Although, our children were too engrossed in their new surroundings to pay us much attention.
They darted off as soon as we stepped inside. Suddenly, I was hauled back against my husband’s hard, muscular body. He cupped my pussy over my jeans and pinched one of my nipples before palming my whole breast. “I don’t know how I’m going to wait until tonight,” he groaned, burying his face in my hair.
He twisted my nipple, and I shouted, “Nap time!”
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