Two Years Later
My girl on my lap, facing me, her thighs squeezing around my waist as she moans in my ear, her scent like lilac and some kind of berry as she bounces and slides, is heaven on Earth.
I’ve never been more thankful for blackout windows on the truck than I have in the last two years. It might not be the classiest thing to do, but when I’m with Violet, the urge to take her often comes with an overwhelming need and I can’t help myself. I have to have her right then and there like a wild fucking beast who can’t control himself. There’s probably a twelve-step program for this level of addiction, but I wouldn’t make it through the door.
“We told my dad we’d meet him down at the beach in like,” she glances down at her phone on the passenger seat, “now!We’re supposed to be there right now!”
“Then you better hurry,” I growl, gripping her hips as her heavy, milky tits sway back and forth in my face. I didn’t think I could ever be more attracted to Violet. She’s always looked gorgeous to me, but watching her body change while pregnant was a treat I wasn’t prepared for.
Her thick hips got thicker, her bubbled ass got rounder, and her heavy tits filled with milky, wet cream that I can’t help but devour.
I grip hold of her tit and suck at her nipple, sweet milk dripping onto my tongue as she bounces against my lap, her fingers stringing through my hair as she moans.
“Right there, princess. You know the spot. Get me off. I need to come inside of you.” I jerk my hips upward as milk drips down my chin.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she whines as she bounces, the sounds of her pleasure echoing inside the truck.
I grip hold of her round ass and push her down onto me harder, forcing her to take my full length as I scrape my teeth against her shoulder.
“You’re closing in on me, princess. You’re gonna come, aren’t you?”
She hums and murmurs against my ear as her ass moves up and down, slapping against my thighs until finally, we’re both letting go. Her tiny, curved frame convulsing, tightening around me, losing control. My hard cock full, emptying inside of her with a growl so loud I’m sure her father can hear it down at the beach.
We’re three kids in now, so I should probably be better at controlling myself, but with a woman like Violet around, I don’t think that’s possible.
Hell, I didn’t even make it down the aisle on our wedding day before I had to taste her in the bridal suite. All that pretty, white crinoline fluffed up over my head as I spun my tongue around her swollen clit. We were twenty minutes late for our own wedding, but the memory was worth it.
I’m pretty sure it was before the reception that our son, Alex, was conceived. We’d snuck away to the storage room at the distillery again.
Memories.
Thankfully, there was no Andrew there to bust in and blow our cover. Apparently, he’s out at the fire department in Dallas.I know my best friend is heartbroken to have lost his favorite fishing buddy, but I say it’s for the best that we never see that little prick again.
“Okay,” Violet sighs, her head resting against my shoulder. “We should move. Dad is probably losing it down at the beach with three kids.”
“Nah. I think he secretly loves it,” I say, kissing my girl over and over again. Her forehead, her shoulders, her lips, anywhere I can land on bare skin. “Plus, your mom should be here any minute.”
Violet sighs again, collapsing against my chest. “I don’t wanna move.”
“So don’t,” I groan, wrapping my arms around her tighter. “We’ll say we had car trouble and we’re running late. Better yet, we’ll say we have the flu and we have to isolate all weekend. You know… for the sake of the children.”
She grins and taps my shoulder playfully as she lifts off my cock and slides back into the passenger seat, my come dripping from her soft, red pussy as she moves. “If Alex didn’t need to eat every three hours, I’d consider a fake flu, but unfortunately, my tits are on demand.”
“Yes,” I lean in and help myself to another suckle, “they are.”
Her head shakes back and forth, her eyes rolling playfully before tucking her hard, round tit back into her bikini top.
I just came minutes ago, but my cock is already hard for her again.
“Oh, did you grab my camera?”
I nod and reach for the little, pink bag in the back seat that she carries with her like an extra limb.
Most people don’t understand her fascination with bugs, or the way that a macro lens turns their tiny little universes intoa world of intricate, horned dinosaurs, but Violet sees everything differently. She always has.
She flips open the bag as she hops down out of the truck. I’m sure she’s checking the settings before the kids overwhelm her attention. The plan is to do a family photoshoot. It’s the first official picture since Alex was born six months ago.
If you ask me, I prefer the candid shots best. The pictures she gets when no one is looking. The kids down at the barn throwing handfuls of hay. The horses running across the pasture as a storm is coming in.
