Fucking her harder and faster, I felt her body tense, and I spanked her again.
“Don’t you dare come yet.”
She whimpered and panted, gripping the comforter in her fists. But try as she might, she cried out as her pussy fluttered around my shaft.
“You bad girl!” I thrust in hard then pulled back out and did it again, harder.
“Take it!” I bit out between clenched teeth before slamming in one last time and coming deep inside her.
I kept my cock buried inside her long after the final spurt. Then I pulled out and demanded, “Clean it.”
She quickly went to work spit shining my dick until I pulled away.
Before I even told her, she purred, “Mmm, thank you.”
“You came without permission, naughty girl.”
She rolled over onto her back and said, “Oh no! Are you going to punish me?”
I think I’d created a monster.
Chapter Seventy
Alan
So, this is what total bliss feels like.
A month ago, if someone had told me on August ninth I’d be in the middle of my honeymoon with my smokin’ hot wife and perfect infant daughter and never been happier in my life, there’s no way I would have believed them.
Yet here I was. Completely enamored with my new family and pinching myself that this was now my life.
I loved not having a schedule. Other than Ruthie’s feedings, Jess and I did whatever we felt like doing, whenever we felt like doing it—whether it was exploring the town, sitting on the beach, having sex, or taking a nap.
Aside from sleeping with my wife, my next favorite thing was when Jessica would sit between my thighs and lean back against me while she nursed Ruthie. I loved that Jess included me in that special time with our little girl.
It only solidified my feelings for both of them.
But as our time to leave drew closer, I was filled with dread.
I now understood just how much I had to lose.
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Jessica
Was it possible to die from happiness?
Because if so, I might be in trouble.
Chapter Seventy-One
Jessica
Monday morning, I dragged my feet packing up, and even whined, “Are you sure you have to go to Vermont on Wednesday? Can’t it wait another week?”
Alan smiled and leaned down to kiss my cheek. “I wish it could, babe. I hate having to cut things short, too.”
If nothing else, I was persistent. “I mean, did you tell them you just got married? Surely they’d understand that and give some more time! What if Ruthie starts crawling while you’re gone?”
