“Do you want to go see him?”
“Don’t be stupid why would I want to do that?” The tight band of restriction that had gathered around my chest eased and I breathed again.
She changed the subject to the new baby and what was needed in the nursery. “I’ll get to it this weekend. You’re sure now, this is the color you’re gonna stick with?” I’d already changed the damn paint on the walls twice. She was getting ideas from magazines and they all said something different.
“Yes smarty pants I’m sure. Now hurry up and eat I have a feeling this baby is coming soon. I have to get all the loving I can now to last me the next three months since you refuse to touch me before I’m completely healed.”
Damn straight, I’m not about to take risk with her and even though after both pregnancies I’d been horny enough to fuck a knot in a tree stump, I never touched her until the doctor gave her the all clear.
I wolfed down the rest of my meal and pulled her up from the table. “Let’s go, we’ll get the dishes later.” I dragged her laughing down the hallway to our room and closed the door. I tugged at the wraparound dress until it fell at her feet while her hands pulled my shirt from my waistband.
I pulled her in close and covered her mouth with mine while my hands hugged her tummy where my child laid. The little one kicked against my hand, her little hello to daddy. I was secretly hoping for another little girl. She worked on my pants and I stepped out of them before leading her to the bed.
I helped her sit before laying her back and spreading her legs open. “Open yourself for me baby.”
Her hands came down and spread her pussy lips open for me. I studied the pinkness of her pussy before leaning in for a smell. I love her scent, it lives inside me. I teased my tongue up and down her slit until I reached her clit and back again.
She tugged at my hair pulling me harder into her pussy and I gave her more of my tongue. My hand went up and rubbed her tummy as I fucked her with my tongue. It always makes her hot when I play with her pregnant belly, it makes me ravenous too for that matter.
When her legs shook and I felt her juices gush into my mouth I got to my feet and took her legs in my hands opening her up wider. She reached around her tummy as best she could and gripped my cock in her hand, giving it a few good strokes before guiding it to her pussy slit.
She still gets that hungry look in her eyes for me, still sighs when I first enter her. If not for the kids I could almost believe that no time at all had passed. Sometimes we pack the kids up and head up to the cabin to relive our past. I even get to tie her up.
I was careful of her tummy as I stroked into her. She was able to take me even easier now after the babies and I loved having my dick buried to the hilt inside her. She panted out her need as she looked down between us at my cock slicing into her cunt.
“Harder Royce, do me harder.”
“Not on your life.” I kept up a nice slow steady pace no matter how she begged. I wet my fingers in her pussy juice that ran down between us and took her clit between my fingers. I couldn’t give her what she waned for fear of hurting her, but I know how to get my woman off.
She arched her back and had a nice soft cum on my cock, but I should’ve known that wasn’t good enough. Her spoilt ass, don’t like the word no. “I want to ride your cock.” She pouted until I gave in. I pulled out of her body and got in place in the middle of the bed before helping her to straddle me.
She bit into her lip in concentration as she took my cock in hand and held it in place. I held her hips and helped her take me in until she was fully seated on my cock. She made an ‘oomph’ sound when my cock pierced her and got comfortable with her hands planted on my chest.
“Do you need me to help you baby?”
“No.” She almost snapped my head off and flung my hands away making me laugh. She wanted to be in control and I had no problem letting her take the lead.
Her breasts, which always seemed to be full, hung down as she leaned into me and rocked her hips making my cock very happy. I sucked milk from her tit and my cock grew harder, longer. Her pussy tightened from the suckling of her tit and I did it again. chewing on her sensitive nipple because I know it drives her crazy.
I grabbed her hip to slow her down when she went too fast but there was no stopping her. She flung her head back and pushed her plump tit deeper into my mouth as she fucked herself on my cock. I watched her in awe, “so beautiful’. It still hits me every once in a while how lucky I am to have found her.
Six years ago I didn’t foresee this, didn’t know beyond getting her pregnant where we would be. Now here we are, two kids and another on the way and more to come because I love making her pregnant.
“Did you ever realize that you always get pregnant at the cabin?” I might be off a little but the thought just hit me.
“I know, I plan it that way.” That made my cock harder and without warning I turned her over onto her back.
“You do?” I kept fucking into her as she nodded her head yes. In all these years together, I never quite knew if she really had forgiven me or if she was just saying it to ease my guilt. But with this one admission she’d erased any lingering doubt.
“Thank you.” It was heartfelt and I meant it from the bottom of my soul. Something deep in my chest eased and I said a last goodbye to the past. I don’t know how or why I had been blessed twice in one lifetime, but I’ll never stop being thankful for it.
Sitting up I wrapped my arms around her and held her close as our hearts beat together. My whole world, the world I’d thought destroyed beyond repair had been found again in her. She and our kids. I know I’d kill anyone who fucked with them and that’s a given.
“I love you Royce.” It wasn’t the first time she’d said it, but each time was like a new beginning. Her love gives my life meaning in more ways than I can count. “Not half as much as I love you.”
The End
Home on The Range
Carter Payne is a man who likes to keep to himself. He has a very low tolerance for ignorance and so he chooses to stick to the shadows. Raised pretty much off the grid his whole life, he tends to see things a little different from most.
Now that he's all-alone after the death of his old man, he's thinking it may be time to find him some company. Seeing as he's a throwback to the old days, he’s more interested in doing things the old fashion way.
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Carter
Most people always want to be somewhere, seeing something, being something or doing something else. Anything other than what they are right then and there. No one’s content with their lot in life…. And then you have those who just don’t give a fuck. Like me! Name’s Carter!
I have a whole other way of doing things. I live by my own rules and don’t give that fuck about who likes it or not. It comes from having been raised off the grid most of my life I guess. Out here where I am, it’s just me, and the land and whatever nature sends my way.
When you live the way I did the first half of my life, you learn to make your own rules and they mostly revolve around survival. My rules and this man’s laws don’t necessarily jive together. The law tends to be a bit confused as to what’s right and wrong if you ask me. And that’s where we part company.
For instance, like the time I came back home to the farm early, after heading into town, and caught my fiancée and some pampered dick heating up the sheets. I didn’t say nothing, didn’t make no fuss. I never was one to waste my time and energy.
I just stood in that doorway watching for a minute or so before I called out, ‘hey y’all.’ Then pulled my gun and blew them both to kingdom come. I made sure they were done for, even a wild animal deserves to be put out of its misery after all, and without missing a beat turned right around and took myself off down to the sheriff’s office.
“Sheriff, I just shot me two rabid coons in heat.” That was on account of if anyone had heard those shots outside of hunting season there wouldn’t be much of a fuss about it. Folks tend to stick their nose in sometimes where they not needed.
I’d headed back home to the farm and fed my hogs and that was that. Wasn’t much fuss to be made in these parts since no one knew too much about the gal seeing as she was an outsider and hadn’t been around all that long.
If she hadn’t traipsed her ass into town that one time to lord it over the town folk with her finery they wouldn’t have known she was here in the first place. But like I said, folks around here are nosy and they noticed a lot.
The story started floating around about how poor Carter had been done wrong. How his fancy fiancée had up and ran off with her beau. Now the thing is, most believed that, because to them I’m about the sorriest sight this side a Texas. I tend to like it that way.
I have a face full of hair, and the one on my head grows down past my shoulders. I could hardly remember what I looked like before the age of sixteen. That’s because it was about then that I’d started growing that beard a mine and covering half my face with a bandana and my eyes with some cheap Dollar General shades.
Well, the men might say all manner of things, but if they only knew what some of their women offer me with their eyes, they’d grow a beard too. But it’s none of my business, and I’m all about minding my own.