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“Daddy! Look!” Petunia points to her operating table. “I saved them!”
I consider the table full of dolls covered in ketchup. “You mean they’re alive? They seem to have lost a lot of blood.”
“Too much.” Margaret turns to me and buries her face in my shirt.
“Just ketchup, babe.”
“No, it’s blood.” Petunia nods and adjusts her little glasses with her non-ketchupy hand. “But that’s part of being a doctor, okay? Mommy, we have to be tough. Right, Daddy?”
“Oh, Mommy’s plenty tough. I promise you that.” I lean down and kiss the top of Petunia’s head. “You keep playing. Uncle Evan should be here any minute. I’m going to take Mommy for a rest.”
“Okay. I’ll keep saving lives.” She grabs her butter knife and starts to poke at Ken’s red abdomen.
Pulling Margaret away, I lead her to our bedroom. The two wide doors are open and give a view of the sparkling turquoise waters off the coast of a small island in the Bahamas.
“This is a much better look.” Margaret breathes deeply in the ocean air as I sit her on the bed and ease her back. “I hope she grows out of this ‘want to be a surgeon’ thing.”
Bernie sits on his fluffy bed in the corner with Wally, the somewhat charred pandacorn, snuggled next to him. They’re sleeping buddies. As I look closer, I notice something a little off. “Is Bernie wet?”
Margaret laughs. “While you were out fishing with Mrs. Winston, Petunia decided Bernie needed surgery more than her dolls, so he got the ketchup treatment first. I had to chase him down and give him a bath. Then when I got back, she’d opened her operating shop and used the entire bottle of bloo--I mean, ketchup.”
“At least she saves lives instead of taking them,” I offer.
She raises an eyebrow. “I don’t see those dolls coming back from the surgery, to be honest. You may be Mr. Black, but our daughter is the Deadly Florence Nightingale.”
“Fair point. How are you feeling besides that?” I pull off her fuzzy house shoes and start to rub her feet.
“I’m huge and grumpy and uncomfortable and--Ohhhhh.” Her moan of pleasure goes straight to my cock. “I’m suddenly feeling much better. Don’t stop.”
“Never.” I keep rubbing her swollen feet until my fingers venture higher, massaging her calves until I get to her knees.
She giggles, but I see when she spreads her legs just a little. A hint for me. One I don’t ignore. I climb onto the bed and push her dress up to her round belly.
“Jacob.” She grabs my hair as I pull her panties to the side and lick up her slit. Her hips jerk. “Petunia--”
“Is busy with her patients,” I finish for her. “Now it’s time for you to get the care you need.” I lick her hot flesh, her pussy nice and juicy as I suck and tease her clit. When she’s pregnant, I can’t get enough of her. Fuck, that’s true even when she’s not carrying my baby. I delve my tongue inside her, and her shaking sigh is deep and sexy.
Returning to her clit, I suck it between my teeth as she moves her hips against my mouth.
I get onto my knees, then reach down and free my cock. “You’re going to need the full treatment today, babe.”
“Well, if that’s what the doctor suggests.” She reaches down and pulls at her panties. I take them off and toss them.
When I push inside her, filling her completely, she arches for me, and I yank down the top of her dress. Her tits are so plump, the nipples dark purple and demanding attention.
I fuck her gently and suck her tits. When I taste the milk on my tongue, my hips move harder, faster. There’s something so primal about this, about her body giving everything it has for us, for our children.
Reaching up, I pinch her stiff tip, and milk squirts onto my face. I lick it, then kiss up to her mouth. Keeping myself in a plank position, I fuck her as I tongue her delicious mouth.
She moans and spreads wider, her hips already moving erratically. She’s so sensitive now. It doesn’t take much to send her over. I don’t stop giving her what she needs until she bites my bottom lip, then comes with a low moan, her body locked around mine as her pussy spasms. I shove as deep as I can and spill, showing her how much I love her pregnant body.
When we can finally breathe again, I drop to her side and reach up to smooth the damp hair from her forehead. Then I rest my hand around her breast, the nipple still puckered.
“I’ll never get tired of this view.” I knead her tit, the weight perfect in my hand.
“The Bahamas are definitely beautiful,” she teases.
“You, babe. It’s you. It’s always been you and willalways beyou.” I kiss her neck below her ear.
“The couple that kills together--”
“Stays together.” I growl as I get hard again. “And you’re staying right here.” I reach down and press my fingers inside her, feeling our mutual wetness as I pull out and stroke her clit.
“Jacob.” She grips the sheets. “You’re a bad man.”
“You can call me Mr. Black, because I’m about to slay that pussy.”
She giggles as I roll her onto her side and enter her from behind, fucking her sweet and hard and everything in between. Because I’ll always give her what she needs, and she’ll always be the one who brought me to life.
