by Dani Wyatt
“I want you in there someday.” My voice turns sultry as I think of doing this with him. “I want you inside me everywhere.” I’m shocked at my own words and my thoughts. I’ve never even thought of doing that before, but with him, I want it all. I arch my back and push my butt hard into his cock.
“Jesus. You talk dirty to me I’m going to cum all over your back.” He licks my neck then whispers in my ear. “Tell me more.”
“I want to feel you pushing just inside my ass. Holding tight to my hair and sliding slowly inside me as I push back. You’re filling me, and I want it all. I want your cum in there. I want to feel you stretching me—”
“Shit,” Miller groans into my neck as he dry-humps my ass cheeks and fingers me until we are both cumming again. Both of us needing the release.
When we come back down, he’s there in my ear. That voice of his sending goose bumps dancing over my skin. “When do they want to start filming? I want to know how long I have before I have to share you again.”
E P I L O G U E O N E
MILLER
One Year Later
“Whose pussy is this?”
“It’s always yours.” She mewls, arching her back as my fingers strum her hard nub. “Ohhh.”
“And what’s this pussy’s job?”
Her involuntary moan sets my body trembling, shivering all the way from my head down to my cock. The tip is already sticky with cum, eager to reach up inside of her, straining against the confines of skin. But not yet.
“Stop, please! Just—” I shift two fingers to her opening, spreading her slit, sliding them deep, pushing all the way until I feel the hard resistance of her cervix and she loses the ability to speak.
“Answer me.” I grunt as my mouth comes down to suckle on her left breast, my tongue flicking over the tight nipple. Quickly, I move from one to the other; they are both so delicious I can’t decide where to light.
Her back arches up higher, flattening against me, only her shoulders and heels still in contact with the bed as I lie naked over her, my knee shoved between her legs. I can feel the liquid dripping down out of her, making my leg damp and hot from the heat coming from her. I finger fuck her as I draw deep on her nipple, then pinch it between my teeth, eliciting a sharp yelp, followed by a low moan.
She’s close, I can feel it.
So close.
But I need to hear the words now more than ever. I need her to know that I am in charge, that when I ask a question it has to be answered. Releasing my grip on her nipple, I kiss her chest and draw back, looking into her face.
“Answer the question, Pip. What’s this pussy’s job?”
Her lips quiver as my fingers continue their work, bringing her to the edge and holding her there. Her hips raise another inch, pushing farther in, eager to take what she needs, but only I will give it to her. Only when I’m ready.
“To cum for you...” She gasps and moans, unfocused. “To take... your cock and your fingers and your tongue... ohhh... whenever you need...” Her voice shakes and trails off as her pussy clenches on my fingers.
“Good girl.” My cock is begging to replace my fingers, straining but her needs come first. I reward her with pressure on her magical inner spot and she drenches my hand on a pleasured scream. “That’s my girl. Oh my God, that’s my good, good girl.”
She squirts and squirms as she cums hard. Her heavenly inner spasms are driving me mad, making my dick furious with need, but he will be in there soon and I will be emptying everything I have into her womb.
As her body quivers and her gasps are loud in my ears, I mount her, aiming my already dripping tip to her drenched, hot opening.
“Reach down there and spread those lips for me, baby. I want to see you wide open.”
My hands fall to grip her knees as I steady myself, kneeling between her legs, watching her beautiful body quiver with pleasure. I push back on her bent legs and her hips respond willingly, reaching up off the white bedding a few inches as I graze her slit with the tip of my cock.
Her shaking fingers reach between her legs, pinching the soaking outer folds of her labia, and she pulls herself apart.
“So pretty. My pretty girl.”
I lean in and the tip of my dick slips easily inside as I watch her blessed pink heat gobble him up.
Her soft body takes me in, her nectar oozing and easing the entrance, slow and steady as I go, enjoying every moment of my view from above.
“More.” She whispers in a raspy voice. Between my mouth and my fingers, she’s tumbled over a good five or six orgasms already this morning and her throat is raw and husky from making so many sounds of pleasure.
But she still wants more. I’m the luckiest fuck I know.
I’m half inside her and my own desire tugs at the muscle around my back, pulling me up straight, clenching, working up my inner thighs as they load for my own orgasm. I’ve cum twice already as I ate her cunt. She just does that to me. Her sweetness alone pushes me over the edge every time, no need for a touch or caress.
“I’ll never get enough of you, Lela. Never.”
I slip down inside her to the base of my dick and hold myself there. The thought of my cum spraying directly into her womb rages inside me.
Today is the anniversary of the first time I took her. I thought then that I would plant myself inside her, but Lela had some trouble conceiving. Well, a couple procedures done and we are at this breeding thing full force starting today.
“You going to put a baby inside me today?” Her eyes focus slowly as she grinds her pelvis against me, teasing, making my balls draw up ready to deliver the money shot.
“I’m going to fill you with so much cum, it will be dripping out of you still tonight.”
I pull out a few inches and thrust hard. Back and forth, looking down at her sweet pussy as it takes every inch of me. In and out, in and out, over and over. How her body sucks at me. Her pussy is the perfect cum extractor and I know I won’t last long.
The thought that today will be the day I finally take root has be nearly blind with need. I stayed away from her pussy for three weeks, just as the doctor ordered after the last procedure, but it’s been long enough. We got the call from his office just an hour ago giving her the all clear from the last test results and it’s go time.
“I love you. I love you so much.” Lela’s hands withdraw from between her legs and come to rest on my jaw.
She knows those words are my undoing.
“Fuck, let me feel you on me. I can’t hold on any longer. Cum with me, Pip. God, please cum.” My words come out in a painful croak as the first jets of my semen spray inside her.
I slam forward as her glorious clenches start, sucking my release all the way from the base, milking each burst out from the head of my cock.
Her pussy is my home. It knows more about how to please me than I could ever conjure up in ten lifetimes with my own hand.
I pull out just a few inches, only to drive deep again, holding and grinding us together, drawing out more of her orgasm until we are panting and our fluids drip between us.
In the past year my desire for her has only grown. Never once has there been a single moment when some part of my mind didn’t want her. Didn’t need her.
“You think...” A gasp of pleasure. “You think that was the one?” Her spunky smile overrides the lust in her eyes for a moment. “You think you got it right that time, big man?”
“Uh huh. Keep it up.” I let her knees go, covering her with me. My chest lays hard against her soft flesh.
“Well, we could have waited. You know we’re going to be late for the wedding... our own mother and father.” She grins, her eyes drifting closed. “Not classy.”
I can’t help but tense up. I’m happy as a pig in shit that Daniel and my mom found each other and hit it off. But I still just cringe a bit when I think of my mom having a ‘personal life’. Even if it is with Lela’s father.
Lifting my head, I reach over to grab my phone off the nightstan
d.
“We aren’t going to be late. We have ten minutes.”
“Ten minutes? How am I supposed to be ready to even stand up in ten minutes? You know, your mother is going to expect... I’m covered in sex juice and my hair looks like—”
“Your hair looks fine.” I interrupt her, leaning in for a kiss. “It looks like the man that loves you has been showing you just how much for the last hour, and I want everyone to know it. Come on. Up. I’ll help you get ready. I want you cum-soaked and fresh-fucked. Keep any poachers from getting any ideas.”
I pull her up and off the bed, scooping her up into my arms before standing her in front of the full length mirror.
“This.” I wave my hands over her head, down her shoulders and wrap them around her soft belly. “All of this is mine. All of it.”
She rolls her eyes. “You don’t have to say it. The only thing you haven’t done to mark your territory is lift your leg and pee on me.”
I bob my eyebrows and step around to grab the yellow wrap dress, holding it out for her.
“I see that look.” She slips her arm through the sleeve. “Don’t even think about it, Miller Darcy Rhodes. You are not peeing on me.”
She slips her other arm in and I chuckle as I pull the fabric together in front, then tie the belt at her waist. I love dressing her. It’s become a daily ritual for us.
“Let’s just get where we’re going. Don’t want to be late, do we?” I play as I step away to where my dark suit is hanging waiting for me.
“Is Little Shit ready?” She asks as she puts a pair of silver loops through her ears.
I tug on my pants and shirt, working the belt closed before I answer. “Yup. All dressed in her grand-dog finest. Pink sparkly collar and a bow tied in her hair. At least it was there when I put her in her cage an hour ago.”
“Funny, isn’t it? Your mom and my dad. Them getting married just about a year after us. And I love the Airstream the way your mom has decorated it. I barely recognize it, covered with every pink and yellow flower they could find in Indiana, but I love it. It feels more like a home, somehow.”
“Yep. Dad getting that other consulting job and coming by to celebrate the same day your mom decides to pop in and the rest is history. Three months later it’s wedding bells.” Lela twists the tiny knife pendant I gave her yesterday as an anniversary gift. Zipping it back and forth on the gold chain. “Dad even moved in to a real house for the first time since we left home after mom left. Said he may even sell the Airstream. Seems your mom has him by the short hairs.”
I turn to see her standing, dressed and ready, and have to pause to take it in. She takes my breath away. I want to marry her all over again. Our ceremony was just us and a justice of the peace. That’s what she wanted, and it was right for us. We took off for a show I was working in South Carolina and when we got there, she told me you could get married the day after you filled our your marriage license in that state.
An hour later we were leaving the closest courthouse I could find and the next day we tied the knot. My heart still beats a little faster when I think of it.
“Let’s go, beautiful girl,” I murmur.
“Do I look okay?” She crinkles up her nose as I step forward to kiss her forehead.
“No.” I answer shaking my head as I pull her under my arm, guiding us out the door of the bedroom.
“No?” Her voice squeaks and she runs her hands down the front of her dress. She’s still not used to wearing girly clothes, but she’s becoming more and more comfortable with dresses and heels. I still don’t let her wear make-up. She doesn’t need it and never will.
“No. You don’t look okay. You will never just look okay. You are the diamond that sparkles the brightest. You are the flower that smells the sweetest. You are, by far, the most stunning woman God ever put on this planet and I thank the lucky stars every moment of every day that he had the wisdom to throw you into my path. Twice.”
We head down the stairs and out the front door. I see the smile creep onto her face as we step onto the porch. The fall wind catches her hair and her sweet scent swirls in the breeze.
“A year ago you showed up right here on my porch.” I say, stopping us and turning her to face me.
“Yep. And when you showed up in the doorway, I thought to myself. ‘Holy shit. Could I ever really love a man named Shirley?’”
I laugh and tug her against me, her softness melting into me.
I put my lips against her ear. “And, what was your answer?”
“Too late.” She whispers as she turns, planting a kiss on me that’s every bit as sweet as that first one we shared under the July sun. “I love him already.”
“Falling for a man named Shirley with a dog named Little Shit. That’s my girl. Always and forever my girl.”
E P I L O G U E T W O
LELA
Ten Years Later
Carson holds his coffee, leaning against the counter. The fireplace crackles and pops, a new flame leaping high toward the chimney. I love the heat from the open fire, even on a warm summer’s day with the kitchen door open. There’s just something about the purity of fire.
“And then what?” I’m chopping carrots, trying not to cut my fingers as I rock gently with the giggle that’s threatening to erupt into hysterical laughter if he says anything too funny.
Miller comes up from behind me and leans in to kiss my neck.
God, that never gets old. After ten years together he can still ruin a pair of panties in a heartbeat. That’s one reason I rarely wear them. Well, that and Miller just tears them off whenever he sees them anyway. Says they are a nuisance that they just slow him down. I still toss on a pretty pair now and then though, if only to see the fire blaze in his eyes.
“Then he says to me, ‘You know, you knock up my daughter and you’ll find out exactly how far this shot gun will go up your ass.’”
“Oh, no.” I have to put the knife aside to let out a proper laugh. “Carson, what did you do?”
Minka strolls in from the nursery, holding Miller Junior who’s just woken up from his nap.
“He laid an egg.” She says with a chuckle, bouncing Miller Junior a bit as he sucks his thumb and rests his head into the miles of her jet black hair.
Minka settles next to Carson, her full belly jutting out in front of her, hanging heavy. His eyes light up and his hand comes down to stroke gently where her belly button is poking out through the fabric of her white t-shirt. She and Carson have been married just over a month.
They are just passing through, on their way from New York to Texas where they will break the news to Minka’s father. That ought to be interesting. Not only was she knocked up when they met that first time, but they ran away and got married without letting anyone know.
“And when Daddy finds out you put twins inside me. Whoooo lawd.” Minka throws back her head with a hoot. “No saving you from that sort of wrath.”
Carson shakes his head. “Aww, I’ll grow on him. Like a fungus, maybe, but I will. Besides, too late now. You’re mine. The proof is right here.”
He pats her belly and I see that familiar twinkle in his eyes, the same as I’ve seen in Miller’s both times I’ve been pregnant.
Miller Junior was a surprise. After April our first was born, the doctors said I probably wouldn’t be able to carry another baby to term. But, Miller and I never stopped trying.
And then, three years ago and two missed periods later, I found out we had another miracle on the way with Miller Junior.
“Taste this.” I stir the soup, then bring the wooden spoon behind my shoulder to Miller’s lips.
He draws in the warm liquid with a sigh.
“Better every time, babe.”
He’s lying. But I don’t care. He genuinely loves my cooking, even when it’s terrible, and for that I’m grateful.
“What’s on the baking agenda for dessert?” Minka flashes me her brilliant white smile.
“Her sweet tooth is in overdrive.” Carson
says, brushing a hand gently over Miller Junior’s head.
“You never mind my sweet tooth. You did this to me. I’m going to get good and fat and enjoy every minute.”
“I’m making red velvet dark chocolate cookies. I think. I’ll know once I get started.”
Carson leans over to plant a full kiss on her lips before reaching around and slapping her ass. “The more the better as far as I’m concerned. You get sexier every day.”
“Okay.” Miller slaps his hands together. “The grill is hot. The soup is on. Let’s all go out and enjoy the summer evening. I’ve got the big screen tuned up and we can watch the final episode of Perfectly Puppy.”
He’s right, there’s no need for us all to be indoors. I set the soup on low and my chest tightens.
“Ten years.” I say, shaking my head as we all wander out onto the back patio.
Little Shit is asleep by the door. She’s still doing well for a ten-year-old. A little gray around the snout, a reminder of her advancing years, but she’s as feisty as ever. The name is still appropriate.
“An end of an era.” Carson adds, nodding, as we all settle into our chairs around the table and Miller steps over to check the meat on the grill.
“What are you going to do now?” Minka asks as Miller Junior twists and bows his back, ready to be put down.
“I don’t know. Miller’s business is as booming, as ever. But I’m just not sure. The Animal Channel has offered me a new show if I want it, but I think I just want to be a lazy bum for a year or so. Drive Miller crazy. Maybe even get a few cats.”
Miller’s head flips around, his eyebrows high.
“Cats, huh?” Carson adds with a chuckle.
“No cats.” Miller points the long barbeque fork at me, squinting one eye. He’s still sporting his signature jeans and flannel but he’s let his beard grow out the last few years. It suits him, the grizzly look, and just between you and me a well-used beard is a girl’s best friend.