“Fuck,” he growls as he slides his cock from my breasts and moves down between my legs.
He shoves inside my soaked pussy in one hard thrust, and I moan at the feeling of being so full.
“You made me cum on your chest when you know good and well I save my seed for your womb. I want my baby taking root. And I can’t do that if your little mouth is involved.”
I moan again as his thrusts speed up, my orgasm closer than I thought possible. He reaches up, rubbing his sticky passion into my chest as he takes my mouth. The smell of his cum on me and the feel of his throbbing cock inside my channel are too much. And just when I think I’ve had enough, he moves down to my nipple and bites.
I climax, screaming his name as my fingers tighten in his hair. The slippery sounds of my orgasm are amplified as he thrusts into me fast, just before finding his own release. His heat floods my womb, and I clench around his cock, wanting more. I want him all over me and inside me. I can’t wait to have his baby and then let him get me pregnant all over again.
“More,” I moan. I want another orgasm, and I know Trace will give it to me.
“Up you go,” he says, rolling us over and making me sit on his cock.
I rock back and forth. His length is still rock hard. He can cum inside me five or six times before it even begins to go soft. Then one small touch and it’s back to where we started. I know I’m going to be sore tomorrow, but I don’t care. I love feeling the echo of his girth with every step I take, knowing he loved me until I was too exhausted to beg for more.
Reaching between us, I run my finger through our joined passion and bring it to my lips. I hum around my digit, loving the flavor of him, the flavor of me.
“Give me some of that,” Trace says, thrusting into my pussy while gripping my hips. He puts me on top, but he still does all the work.
I do what he says, repeating the motion, but this time offering it to him. He licks my finger and then sucks it into his mouth, and I feel him cum inside me again. He’s always quick to cum when he tastes my orgasm, and I can’t think of a better turn on.
I grind down onto him, rubbing my clit on his shaft, and then I explode with him. I glance down between us to where we are joined, and I see my pussy pulse and twitch as a creamy sheen coats his cock.
“More?” I hear him ask, and I look up, nodding. “Anything you want, baby doll.”
It’s going to be a long night.
Epilogue
Trace
Six months later…
Her green eyes flutter open, looking even brighter than normal with the sun shining down on us. We’re lying out in the field, letting the sun warm us. It’s the very spot in which I found her. We come here a lot. It’s a favorite spot for both of us, and we often come here to lay a blanket out and have lunch. Only it always ends with both of us naked. It’s happened so often I actually fenced off the area and put up a No Trespassing sign. Mostly because if one of my men found my little doll with her legs spread wide for me while I made her cum, I would murder them and spend the rest of my life in jail. And I couldn’t be away from my love that long.
She reaches up, running one of her fingers along my lips. I grab it and hold it between my teeth, making her giggle. Then I suck it into my mouth, tasting her delicate skin.
“I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you,” she says around a yawn. She crashed after her third orgasm, which was actually my plan. She needed to sleep, and I had no problem eating her little pussy until she passed out. I release her finger from my mouth. “How long was I out?”
“About an hour,” I answer, and her eyes widen. She starts to sit up, but I push her back down. We have no reason to rush back, and I wouldn't mind her sleeping for another hour.
“Relax. You need your rest.” I trail my fingers down her stomach, laying a possessive hand on her belly filled with our baby. A baby I'm pretty sure I planted in there the first time we made love.
She’s already six months pregnant, but looks further along than that to me. If I had to guess, she’s having a boy, which scares me a little. She’s so tiny, and our Jennings boys aren’t small. But I’ll have to wait until he or she comes. Addison doesn’t want to know the sex, so it’s all just guessing at this point. I don’t care either way. I just hope they have dark hair and green eyes like her. I want to look at our kids and see her all over them.
“I’m fine,” she says, yawning again, and I shake my head at her.
“No, you’re running yourself thin. I think we should hire someone to help in your barn.” She pouts out and bites her lower lip. I started calling it her barn when she started filling the thing. I reach down and pull her lip from her teeth. “It will be fine. You can help me find someone.”
“I just worry someone won’t care for them like I do. I love them all.” Her eyebrows draw together in concern, and I use my thumb to push the worry line away. Because she doesn’t need to be worrying about anything. Especially all the animals she’s been collecting. They are more than well cared for. She wouldn’t have it any other way.
I don’t even know where they’re all coming from, but if there is a hurt, neglected, or unwanted animal within a hundred miles of here, I think it’s found its way to her barn. Slowly she’s been filling up our farm with them and nursing them back to health, sharing all her sweetness with any creature that might need it. God, I love how much heart she has.
Hell, I’m freaking lucky my brother Blake’s new wife is a vet. Otherwise I might have had to hire one myself. Even after she gets them nursed back to health, she can’t bear to let them go. So now we have a menagerie of tame animals that adore Addison.