Page 25 of Property of the Woodsman

I lean forward and suckle them one by one, drinking her up in a swell of perfection, until all at once, she lifts her hips away from the bed and screams.

The sound is pure and loud at first, but when she realizes what she’s done, she slaps her hand over her face and widens her expression.

“The kids are rooms away. Scream for me. I need to hear it!” I thrust into her faster, her pussy like a vice now around my dick as I work her body harder.

“I’m gonna blow,” I groan, enjoying the view of milk still spilling from her nipples as she holds her hand over her face.

“Do it,” she whines from behind her hand. “Fill me up!”

I don’t need the command, but it sends me over the edge and I come hard, spilling inside of her warm, little core like a man possessed.

“Oh my God,” she sighs. “Why does that always feel so good with you?”

“I was thinking the same thing.” I kiss her forehead and roll onto the bed beside her, my arm tucked around her shoulder as I hold her close. “That can never happen again. Six weeks is far too long.”

“You waited almost six weeks before the wedding. When you had that job out of state.”

“That was a terrible idea too,” I say, holding her hand up to stare at the rock I put on her finger a little over a year ago. It was a small ceremony right here in the woods, but it was perfect for us.

I wore jeans, she wore a pretty pink dress, and we said our vows with the trees as witnesses on a sunny fall afternoon.

“Dad!” Jackson shouts from behind the bedroom door. “I need help! I think I found something in the wall!”

I glance toward Jen. “In the wall?”

“Yeah,” Jackson screams through the door. “I ran my car into the wall and the white stuff broke. Now, I see a box! A red one with a big gold lock. Hurry!”

My chest tightens. Partly because I remember my dad hiding a big red box, a box he loved to stash cash inside, but mostly because my heart still swells when that kid calls me dad.

“Be right out, bud,” I say, eyes narrowed toward Jen.

“Another mystery box. This is like… the third one in two years. I’m starting to think we should be going wall by wall. That second box we found in the attic really helped you get your construction business going again. I wonder what this one can pay for?” She glances up at the ceiling, a dreamy, playful look on her face. “Thank you, Grandpa Alex. We appreciate you!”

I shake my head and kiss my girl on the forehead gently. “I don’t want to leave this room.”

“I don’t want you to either, but you should go help our son. I’ve gotta shower, write a few chapters for my next book, and pump before the baby wakes up.” She grins and glances down at her leaky nipples. “Clearly, I’m full.”

I lean into her tit and suckle up another sip, my cock pulsing again the second my tongue meets her breast. “You’re delicious, that’s what you are.”

“I love you so much.” Her eyes hold with mine as the words spill from her lips, and I feel them. I feel them hard and fast, true and steady. I feel them like nothing I’ve ever felt in my life. I don’t know how a man like me deserves something this good, but I’m going to hold on with everything I have and thank the universe every single day this woman sits by my side.

“Love you more, little rabbit.”

“Love you most, big rabbit.”

I laugh and shake my head before climbing up from the bed, my heart still laying right there beside my girl… where it’s meant to be.

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