Epilogue
Marilyn
“It’s coming along nicely. I bet you can’t wait to get in there and grab a sweet treat,” a man says, looking at my rounded belly. I know the second Julien notices he’s going to want to jump through the brand-new glass.
“Yep,” I answer, pressing my lips closed, cheeks puffed out in annoyance. I stare at the sign, liking the look of the new bakery, La Marguerite. Today’s the building’s final inspection before we can officially open. This is a new location because we didn’t want to have the memories of the old one in our minds. The sight of the old one sent me into tears and into the hospital, and that’s when we found out that my husband had done what he’d promised. I had a little bun in the oven. It’s not so little of a bun now. Almost nine months now; I’m due any day, so I didn’t want to miss this. I’m not allowed to bake anymore, but I can sit, watch, and sample finished products, of course.
“Is there something you need?” my security snarls to the man standing too close to me just as Julien looks up in the window to see the scene before him.
“I’m actually due inside there. I was only asking a question.”
“I suggest you don’t ask her any questions and keep your eyes off her.”
“Ma marguerite, what are you doing out here in the heat? You should be in bed where I left you,” he growls the last part in my ear.
I kiss his lips. “I wanted to be here for the final run-through. The baby is coming soon, and I’m going to miss everything.”
“I’m sorry, my love. Come inside out of the heat.” He looks past me. “Who are you?”
“That’s the inspector.”
“Well, if you want to keep your job, I expect you to inspect the building and not my wife, or your job isn’t the only thing you’ll be losing.” He looked down at the guy’s junk. “Do you understand me?”
“Are you threatening a government employee?”
“Is a government employee sexually harassing a client? If you think I missed you staring at my wife’s breasts, you are mistaken. I caught it before she did. You only noticed your misstep when I came to greet her. Now, do you understand me or not?”
“I understand.”
“Good. Get to it, or get out.”
I love this man. He’s intense and insane, but he’s right. I try to give men the benefit of the doubt, but my big tits have only grown since I got pregnant and now they’re on display all the time, especially when my belly and my tits are fighting for space with my clothes.
Still, I drag my husband to his office and sit on his lap. “Calm down, Julien. You’re too riled up. It’s not good to get all worked up for nothing. It’s not like he could see down my blouse.”
“It’s the attempt that matters.”
“I know. I’m just trying to make you feel better. Besides, that just means you have a super-hot wife, and it wasn’t like you were standing there with me. Now that would be a real insult. I won’t always be this good looking.”
“You’ll always be hot to me. I don’t give a shit if we’re old oatmeal raisin cookies. You’ll still be my beautiful cookie.”
“Thank you.”
“Now before you go back home, lift up your sundress and ride Daddy’s cock because he wants to feel his baby girl’s warmth at least once more before his little one comes.”
“Yes.” I straddle him and move my panties to the side as he pulls out his thick cock. With his help, I slide down his pole and bounce. “Yes, Daddy. This is what I needed. I’m going to come. Fuck me hard. Spank me.”
“That’s my baby girl. Let that prick hear you getting drilled. Take that dick deep in your tight, tiny, bred pussy.” He fists my hair and then uses his other hand to tug down my sundress and pull out my tit to suck on the tender nipple. I come instantly.
“I’m coming, Daddy. I’m coming on your big cock.”
“That’s a good girl. Take what Daddy gives you.” He thrusts up as I grind my orgasm on his lap until I feel him flood my core with his cum, his face buried in my chest. “Only I get to inspect you.”
“Did I pass your inspection?”
“Yes, but I’ll need another inspection later.”
****
The inspection had to wait another six weeks because I went into labor as soon as we got home. Our son was born two weeks early, but still a healthy nine and a half pounds.