I looked at this woman who stole my heart within seconds and asked her to marry me. A woman who could understand my dreams and choose to follow me as I achieve it is meant to be my wife.
So, that is what we did. Even when we found out she was pregnant a week after our wedding, we decided to continue the course. Our plan is to continue to travel and take our kids with us until they are school age and then settle down back home. By this point, I am going to be fully embedded in the foundation I started that has begun taking off and now has a full board of directors. “Liam, babe. Is everything ok?” Blinking, I look at her gorgeous face and kiss her once more to calm my torrent soul.
“Yeah, my angel. Everything is perfect. I love you so much, baby.”
“I love you too, husband.” I watch as she walks out the door to the car, and I still have to ask myself how I got so lucky. Some called it serendipity. Others have called it a coincidence. I simply tell them it was Lucky Timing.
Epilogue
Orla
Ten Years Later
“Shit Liam, hurry. The kids will be home any minute.” My cries only get my pussy slapped before his mouth continues its tour. My husband loves to lick my honey, especially when I am pregnant, and yes, you guessed it, I am pregnant. Again. We both agreed this is the last pregnancy, but he needed one more boy, and he not only got one but two in this oven. Our first was baby Orla, named after my grandmother and me. Then came Liam Jr. We intended to take a two-year break before the next one, but then one late night after a benefits ball, some champagne and a hangover resulting in an upset stomach later and baby Saoirse was born, followed by Ciara, Nora, and Regan, who is now eleven months. Now I am pregnant with twin boys, who we have decided to name Eoin and Rowan. “Oh shit.” My body begins to tingle when his tongue licks between my ass cheeks and circles my sensitive bud.
“Hell angel. I am going to miss this sweet, pregnant pussy when my sons are born.” Oh, God. His thumb pushes its way into my ass, and I scream into the empty house, falling over the abyss. He licks me through the orgasm before kissing my swollen belly and moving between my legs. “Don’t fucking move, angel. Just lay here and let your man take care of you.” He says before pulling my sensitive nipples between his teeth and slamming his cock into me. “Son of a bitch. How the fuck do you get tighter like I haven’t spent the last ten years stretching this greedy cunt.” His mouth is always so filthy, and it makes me wetter than ever.
“Liam, harder, please.” I squeeze my pussy muscles, trying to drive him out of his mind, but he smacks my pussy once again before dragging his cock out slowly and smiling his wicked grin at me, knowing I am going to whine until he fucks me.
“Do you see what happens when you rush me, baby? I just have to go slower.”
“Asshole. Fuck your pregnant wife before I cry.” I force the tears to my eyes because I know how they affect him. Hey. A woman has to do what she has to do.
“Oh shit, baby. Don’t cry. I’m sorry. I love you.” He kisses me before moving in and out over and over. His thumb rubs my clit, and I can feel it building. “Jesus, I love this pussy, baby. I love that I own this cunt for the rest of my life, angel. Say it.”
“For the rest of your life Liam. Oh, God. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me.” I feel my own juices flowing over onto my ass and his balls as he moves faster and faster. His teeth drag along my nipples, my milk dripping out and down the curve. He licks and laves at them, feeding before the baby wakes up and the kids get home. His hips speed up, and I know he is chasing his climax as well. Smiling, I know how to get us both off.
“Breed me, Liam. Cum in my pussy and breed me.” I am already pregnant, but it is the words that send us both over the edge and not too soon. He barely gets to kiss me and hold me before I hear the school bus stopping in front of the house, and the baby starts to cry through the monitor. Chuckling, he kisses me and pulls his clothes on.
“You get the baby. I am sure she is hungry, and I will give the kiddos their snack.” My body is relaxed and languid, and no part of me wants to move, but like clockwork, the minute the baby cries, my breasts begin to ache, and I know I need to expel this milk.