He kissed her then, his sweet as pie little darling.
“I know you are, baby. And you’re going to be even more sorry after I spank you for misbehaving and then finish fucking you. And that’s before I’m gonna edge you and then force your orgasms until you’re a quivering mess.”
Sable whimpered but she was good with her safe word—she’d use it if she needed it, and she didn’t now. So Jethro arranged her on her knees with her head pillowed on her arms which were resting on the couch. And then he was on his knees beside her, banding an arm over her hips and spanking her sweet round bottom until her flesh was pink and warm.
Once he was satisfied with he shade of her backside and her sounds of protest, he moved behind her and spread her open so he could see her slick and swollen cunt before burying his cock inside.
Sable took him with a moan and pressed back against him, rocking her hips, and he spanked a cheek for that.
“Not this time, baby. This time is for me. And you don’t want to know how sore your bottom is going to be if you come again without permission.”
Not like the threat would do any good. Sable was delightfully bad at controlling her orgasms.
He gripped her hips, digging his fingertips into her generous backside and then thrust into her, fucking his sweet girl as hard as he dared. It wasn’t long before he was coming with a roar and as he did, he felt Sable’s slick cunt pulsing around him, milking every last drop right out of him.
Chapter Four
Strong as he was, even Jethro couldn’t carry her upstairs anymore, not with these babies crowding her internal organs and making her look like she had a big balloon stuffed under her shirts. But he did help her upstairs and into the bathroom before tucking her into bed to give her a rest before they played out the rest of their game.
He went downstairs to grab water and some snacks since she was somehow almost always hungry but then full once she’d had a bite or two. Probably because these girls liked to take turns pushing her stomach into her ribs.
Sable drowsed on her side for a while, rubbing the taut skin of her belly, trying to figure out which parts of her daughters she could feel. She loved to feel those girls moving around and she loved it when Jethro put his hands on her tummy and felt them moving too—and talked to them. It was the sweetest thing, and she just knew he was going to be as good a father as he was a daddy.
She didn’t love the fact that her parents had essentially disowned her, even knowing they were toxic and horrible. They were still the people who had raised her, and she wished they were excited if not about her and Jethro being desperately in love and happily married, then about the grandbabies who were going to show up any day now. Like, literally, because she was thirty-seven weeks with twins. Plus she’d been having mild contractions on and off for days, was having some now, actually.
Oh well. She didn’t need her parents to be happy. She didn’t. Jethro and his siblings and parents showered her with enough attention and affection to almost make up for it, and she knew they’d do the same for these babies, if not more. And she’d sworn to herself that her children would never know the same insecurity and desperation to be loved that she’d grown up with.
Right on cue, Jethro came in with a tray—water and snacks, as promised. And surprisingly, the doggies came in behind him and scampered up the steps onto the bed to snuggle her.
Not that it was unusual for them to be on the bed but they usually stayed downstairs when it was playtime for her and Jethro. Her ridiculously handsome husband shrugged at her questioning look.
“I tried to get them to stay in the kitchen, but they wouldn’t. Yapped and whined and pawed at me until I let them come upstairs.”
That was odd since Rhodie and Marigold were the best trained dogs she knew. But she didn’t mind their comforting bodyweight against her as Jethro fed her morsels of fruit and nuts and cheese and gave her a bottle.
This was her life, and she loved it. The dogs, the garden center, their warm and comfy house. The fresh air and the dirt and the spankings and the babying. And of course Jethro who loved her so and always would.
Plus, she’d developed a business plan for a new consulting firm when she was ready to go back to work after the twins had been born. And yes, it was all going to change when those girls arrived, but no matter how much things changed she knew one thing for certain.
“Daddy?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“You’re the best daddy I could ask for and I love you.”
Sable’s face got warm as she said the words—her daddy might say sweet things to her all the time but she was much more reticent. But she knew how good it made her feel when he told her he loved her so she’d been trying to do it more often even if it felt silly.
So worth it when he smiled at her, the corners of his eyes creasing. He was even more handsome when he smiled and it made her feel all warm and squishy inside to be the focus of his happiness.
“I love you too, little miss. I’m so lucky I found you.”
He kissed her then, first on her forehead and then on the tip of her nose and then on the lips.
And then she felt… It was almost like when she used her diapers but not quite because she was certain she hadn’t gone. What the— Oh.Oh.
Her eyes went wide because she knew what was happening, and she rubbed a hand over her belly.
“Um, Daddy?”