Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
She turns and gives me that smile that melts my heart and heads back toward the house. I reach for her hand, and we go back inside together. My dick is rock hard, and it’s been two hours since my mouth was on her pussy, and that’s about my limit.
Once inside, we hear the beeping of an alarm on both our phones, and we turn to smile at each other.
Selma races to the master bedroom, yelling, “It’s that time!” And I follow close behind.
She’s already in the bathroom when I get there, and a couple of minutes later she emerges with the plastic stick in her hand.
“You didn’t look, did you?” I ask, squinting an eye at her.
“No. I didn’t. Like every day, we will look together. It’s been thirty seconds, are you ready?”
We do a pregnancy test every day. I’m so fucking ready for her to have a baby inside her; it’s become my new obsession.
“I’m so ready.”
She walks to me; I slip a hand behind her neck as we both look down. Then she twists her wrist, flipping the stick over, and I immediately feel the tears stinging my eyes.
“Two lines.” I manage, choking on the words.
Selma looks up at me, gripping my wrist with one hand.
“You’re going to be a daddy.”
“Fuck, yes.” I take the stick from her hand and set it on the chair next to our bed, undoing the apron and pulling it and the dress off her body.
“You’ve knocked up the preacher’s daughter,” she teases as I march her to the bed and put her on her back, taking her legs in my hands and spreading them wide.
I drop down and take a long slow lick of her already juicy cunt, listening to her moan as her hands come to the sides of my head. I lick and suck, then realize something is different.
“Baby.” I kiss her inner thigh, and she looks down at me. “I didn’t think it was possible, but your pregnant pussy is even sweeter than it was before. I hope you like being pregnant because I think I’m going to keep you knocked up for the next twenty years or so.”
“I love you so much,” she answers so sweetly it hurts my heart.
“I love you more, my sweet Selma. My naughty Anastasia. I love you more.”
S E V E N T E E N
Selma
EPILOGUE TWO - SEVEN Years Later
I’m still drowsy when I look over at the clock and see it’s nearly nine am. I scramble out of bed and grab Ash’s dress shirt that is hanging on the bedpost and put it on, buttoning a couple of the buttons halfway down before racing down the stairs.
I haven’t slept past seven am in as long as I can remember. With five kiddos running around, the oldest being only six, there is never a quiet moment around here.
As I hit the bottom of the stairs, I hear laughter and voices from the backyard. As I walk through the kitchen, looking out the back windows, I see our three oldest: Lukas is six, and he has Molly and Avery on the tire swing, spinning them around while they squeal and laugh.
I step out onto the back porch, the spring breeze and warm sun hitting my face. The scent of the enormous lilac bushes hits me. They line the back of the house I’d fallen in love with, that Ash bought the day after I left home with him. Oscar is laying on the porch, looking up at me with a lazy tail wag.
I wave, and Lukas and the girls wave back as I reach down and rub Oscar behind the ears.
“Where’s Daddy?” I yell.
“He took the babies to bed,” Lukas shouts back.
He’s a little man, taking after his father, so protective of his siblings. Don’t get me wrong, they drive us crazy with their bickering at times, but he’s older than his years.
I’m three months pregnant now with number six, and we’ve not yet talked about stopping. I’d love to have ten, and Ash is content to keep going as long as I’m healthy and we are happy.
And we are so happy.
Before I turn to walk back into the house and check on the babies, Ash grabs me from behind and drags me in a hug back through the door.
“Good morning,” he growls into my hair, one hand sliding up under his shirt to grip my milk-filled tits.
“Good morning. Thank you for letting me sleep.”
“Of course, you were sleeping so sweetly. I fed Jack and Lily, and they are down for a morning nap.”
“Okay, but you know I’m overflowing now.”
He squeezes my breast, and I feel the milk streaming out. I’ve been nursing since our first and never dreamed I would enjoy the process so much.
Neither did Ash.
“I know. I’ll help you with that, just need a little something else right now.”