“Yes. Please.” I close my eyes; her begging always does something to me. It’s heady having this much power. Before dropping to my knees, I lean over her and suck her sweet, milky nipples into my mouth. My cock spurts cum in my pants when the first burst of her life giving cream hits my tongue. “Mark!” she shouts my name as I relive some discomfort by feeding from her. I move to the other one and moan against her, as she wiggles under me.
After draining the other one, knowing they will fill up fast, I kiss her mouth, sharing her milk with her. “See how deliciously sinful you taste, baby. No wonder my daughter cries for you day and night.”
“Oh God, Mark.” My hands grip her knees and I kiss my way down her body. I stop at her stomach and give thanks for the new baby inside of her before my mouth works her pussy over, splitting her sticky lips and sucking them into my mouth. I lave her cream, in and out of her hole, my hand on her stomach holding her in place so she doesn’t hurt my baby. “MARK! Yes!” she screams, gripping my head. My cock spits more on my leg demanding he get inside the pussy that belongs to him, but I know if I drop my pants, the dinner about to start downstairs in our dining room to announce her pregnancy, we won't be attending. When I suck her clit she feels my mouth with more of her honey that I drink like a baby bear. I kiss her pussy over and over, bringing her down slowly.
“Hey baby. You feel better?” I ask her, kissing her mouth so she can taste herself.
“Yes. Thank you. I needed that.”
“I always know what you need, baby. Now come on. Let’s go inform everyone about our new addition.” I lift her off the bed to her feet and hold her into my chest. “Thank you, Tiff, so much for this life and for coming back.” I can hear the emotion in my voice, and I know she can too. Grabbing my face she looks at me and holds it.
“No, Mark. Thank you for waiting for me and never letting go.” I never will.
Epilogue
MARK
FIVE YEARS LATER
“Rae come here please.” I call my oldest into the kitchen so she can help me pack up the diaper bag. Per usual, when I call her, her little brother follows behind like a duck. Mark and I have four kids. We had Rae who just turned five and then had MJ who is now four followed by Colin three and Lourdes who is one. Would you believe me if I told you I am four months pregnant with twins? Yes. You heard me, twins. We had it in our minds we would take a break after Lourdes and attempted condoms. Needless to say, it didn’t work. Maybe we forgot to use one, both a fan of feeling one another with nothing between us.
We couldn’t bring ourselves to be upset. We love our children and the life we have built and wouldn’t change a thing. Mark became a partner in the dentist practice once he completed his DDS degree with Dr. Moon going into full retirement. I took over as town librarian when my grandmother passed away and I love it because it gives me the opportunity to create my own schedule being the mom of four and soon six. The one thing we both agreed on was that our new family had outgrown the house we had, so we moved into a bigger house and not a moment too soon.
My cousin Love and her husband bought a house in our neighborhood, and they spend all holidays with us, as well as two weeks in the summer. Yeah, they finally finished having babies after they hit number seven. “Hey, is everybody ready?” My husband comes into the house from work and of course the kids lose their minds.
“Daddy!!!” They all shout running to him. There is nothing sexier than a man who loves his kids and is not afraid to show it. He spends a few minutes listening to their stories of the day and then he ushers them to the door before coming to me. ‘
“How is my wife and babies?” He rubs my belly and kisses me.
“Mmm. Better now that you're home.” He pulls back and looks at me concerned.
“Is everything ok, baby? Do you need me to cut back?” I love this man.