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“I’m coming,” she says right before she appears in the doorway. Holy shit. There she stands, her body encased in this sheer peach gown with matching bra and panties underneath. Even with no lights on in the room, the light from outside shines around her, bathing her in a glow, that makes her natural pregnant radiance effervescent.
“Jesus, baby girl. The more you ripen the more beautiful you get. Not to mention how big your tits get. Any cream leaking from them yet? Daddy wants a taste.” I have been jonesing for the day her milk comes in. I want to use that shit in my morning coffee. Talk about a pick me up.
“No. Not yet,” she says, her eyes conveying she can’t wait either.
“Come over here, baby. Let me touch you.” She saunters my way, her hips swaying back and forth. She now knows her power and trust me, she knows how to use it. I watch as she gets on her knees on the bed and crawls to me, licking her lips. She is eyeing my cock, her mouth wet and wanting. “Not yet little vixen. Undress yourself. Show me how much of a good girl you can be.” The pulse in her neck begins to jump. Flush spreads across her chest as she unties the gown and lets it fall down to her waist. Fuck. She looks ripe enough to pluck right now. “Open your thighs, sweet girl. Are they wet and sticky?” I ask zeroing in on her pussy as she opens her legs for me.
“Yes, Daddy.” My stomach contracts and my chest aches still every time she calls me Daddy. The name is so ensconced in who I am thanks to her, that as part of our honeymoon, we went to all of the places within the U.S., that she always wanted to visit. While in Georgia, I popped into this shop an old buddy of mine named Isaac works at as a tattoo artist when he is on civilian time. I endured his heckling and shit long enough to get a tattoo put over my heart that says, ‘Little Peach’s Daddy’ with a peach underneath. She cried when she saw it. Tore my fucking heart out. She tried to convince me they were happy tears, like I give a fuck. Watching her face get blotchy and wet from something other than my jizz, almost sent me to my knees. I forbade her from doing it again. Fucking hormones.
“You are still not naked, baby girl. I can’t wait to suck those sweet nipples and bite them until you cum. Love seeing how wet they are once my mouth has finished lapping at them.” She nods her head and lets the straps of her bra fall down her arms. Little witch loves teasing me, knowing it gets her fucked harder, hence the reason she is now holding the cups of her bra in place, smiling at me coyly. I am going to spank her ass when she finally bares it for me. “Kalera, rub my baby and let that bra go, little girl. You want those ripe little melons wet don’t you?”
“Yes Daddy,” she replies before unhooking her bra and letting those bountiful tits bounce as she releases them. Shit. She goes to remove her underwear but I stop her.
“No. Lay back. I want to unwrap my own gift.” she lays back and spreads her legs, offering herself to me as a sacrificial lamb. In some instances, I suppose she is. Except I am the one at her mercy. I am aware that at any moment she could rip my heart out and leave me bleeding at the altar I once worshipped her at. I will never let that happen. She can never leave me. I told her once that I would handcuff her to this bed and encase this house in cement before I let her walk out the door. She giggled and kissed me, pacifying the beast. I don’t think she realizes how serious I am. She is the very artery that keeps my heart pumping and existing to love her and protect her and our family. I hope I never have to show what lies beneath.
“Daddy,” she whines and questions. I blink realizing I got lost in my thoughts. I had every intention of fucking her until we both passed out. However, now I feel like worshipping her like the Goddess she is. Peeling her panties down, slowly, I don't bother trying to stop myself from having a taste of this delectable cunt. “Yes,” she simply exhales. I take my time, savoring the peach juice she is leaking, dipping in and out of the core, making sure to gather some of the syrup and use it to slide up and down her slit and play with her clit. I keep her on edge for a bit, relishing her sounds, and pleading. “Don’t stop, Daddy. Please,” she asks, moving against my face. When I feel her pussy contract against my tongue, I know she is about to go over. Kissing her thigh, I pull back, move to her stomach, and kiss my baby. The love we share growing and nesting right here.
