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“Mhm, I’m not so sure about that.”
I hover over her, careful not to put any weight on her. In the beginning of her pregnancy nothing changed for us. If anything our sex lives increased, especially in her second trimester. But her third was another story. She was hot, I was filming, and if given the chance she’d sleep in the pool. I’d often come home to find her asleep with the blinds pulled on the windows, the air conditioner blasting and a fan directly on her. As much as I wanted her, I knew she was miserable and probably could do without my body heat so I did what any self-respecting man would do, I begged. Most of the time it worked, but there was about a month that it didn’t and it killed me. I had to watch her walk about with her cute belly, big tits, and rocking body. It didn’t matter that she was pregnant; my wife worked out, which benefited her during delivery and postpartum. She dropped the excess baby weight, except for a cute little pouch that I absolute adore because that is where she held my baby for so long, making her perfect.
I kiss her belly and cup her breast. “Can I play with them?” I ask, not wanting to hurt her. I know they’re sensitive from breastfeeding.
“Yes.” She pulls down her straps as my fingers reach for the cups. Her boobs pop free and are held up by her bra, giving me the perfect opportunity to bring them close to my mouth. I lap at her nipples, alternating between the two. Joey arches, digging her fingers into my ass to push me closer to where she wants me. My already erect dick is bouncing with anticipation as he brushes against her pussy.
“Josh,” she moans out my name.
“Patience.” I want to take my time, but time is not on our side right now. Jolie is due for a feeding soon so I need to work fast and make sure Joey is completely sated. I sit back on my knees and pull her legs up. My mouth waters at the sight of her pussy. “Baby, are you wet for me?” I ask, sliding a finger between her lips. Her eyes close, she grips my arm, and moans again. “Always so ready for me,” I murmur against her skin.
I love a horny Joey.
I flatten myself out along the bed and drop her legs around my shoulders. She calls out as my tongue comes in contact with her clit. Joey lifts her hips for friction against her clit while my fingers work her inside.
“Kiss me,” she says, breathlessly. I do. Dropping her legs between my hips, I cocoon her in my arms and plunge my tongue into her mouth. She moans and kisses me back with fury. Her hand snakes between our bodies and she lines me up. All I have to do is push and I’m connected to her. I reach for the drawer on her nightstand and fumble around until my fingers come in contact with a condom. We’re back to practicing safe sex due to her nursing and us not wanting another baby right away. I want to enjoy Jolie before we add another.
I’ve become a pro at putting on a condom while kissing her. It’s a feat really and I know I should write an instruction manual on safe loving. Once it’s secure, it’s game on.
Joey cries out when I enter her. She bites her lower lip as I grab ahold of her tits. As much as I love watching them bounce as I fuck her, I know they get sore and the last thing I want to do is cause her any pain.
“Fuck, Joey.” I slide in and out of her slowly, watching as my cock becomes one with her.
“Faster,” she begs and I comply, gripping her hips to increase my thrusting. It’s only a matter of seconds before I’m falling on top of her and pumping vigorously. “Oh, oh, oh, yes. . . shit,” she bellows out, nails digging into my back.
I groan when I feel her walls start to tighten around me as my impending orgasm builds. “Joey, baby. . .”
She doesn’t respond except by quivering beneath me. It’s the best fucking feeling in the world, when her and I are like this. I come shortly after her, collapsing on top of her as Jolie’s wail fills our room.
“Perfect timing,” she says, out of breath.
“I’ll get her.” I dress quickly and make my way across the wall where my daughter cries out, not for me, but for her mother. It doesn’t hurt my feelings because I know one day I’ll be her hero. I look forward to the days where she dresses me up and invites me to her tea parties.
“Hi, my sweet girl.” I look over the side of her crib and she whimpers. Tiny tears slide down her face. I wipe them and her cheek flinches telling me that she’s ready for some boobie action. “I know, my pretty girl. I love Mommy’s boobs, too.”
Scooping her up, I take her over to her changing table. I’m a master at diapers and try to help Joey every chance I get, even with the unpleasant ones. Once I have her changed, she’s nestled into my neck sucking on her hand and slobbering all over my shoulder.
“Look who I found.” I turn her around so she can see Joey. Little squeals are emitted and her tiny feet kick. “It’s the moo moo truck,” I say, depositing her into Joey’s waiting arms. Jolie latches on and begins suckling instantly. This is the part where most dads are left out, or roll over and go to sleep. Not me.
Sliding in behind Joey, I hold her in my arms, kissing her neck in between watching our daughter nurse. It’s moments like these that make my life feel complete.
“People should be jealous of me.” I trail my finger down Jolie’s cheek and she smiles. Her eyes are the color of Joey’s—light blue, but sometimes gray or green.
“Why’s that?” Joey asks.
“Because I have the most gorgeous wife and legit the prettiest baby ever.”
“Maybe we should bottle your sperm and sell it.” Joey laughs, but I don’t find it funny.
“Sorry, babe. My junk is strictly for you.”
“That’s the best answer.” She leans back into my chest and continues to nurse Jolie. When she switches sides, so do I. I like watching them together, burning them into my memory.
“Thank you, Joey.”
“For what?”
“For not giving up on me when it would’ve been so easy to do, for seeing me as more than an actor and making me believe in myself, in you, and in love. For giving me a chance when others tried to fuck it up for us. And most importantly, for making me a father. Jolie is the best gift I could’ve ever asked for.”
Joey leans to the side and presses her lips against mine. I hold her there, cupping her cheek. When Jolie grunts, we both laugh and pull away.
“She’s jealous.”
I can’t help but laugh. “You know,” I say, flexing my arm. “I’m told I’m a catch.”
Joey rolls her eyes. “Only in your twisted reality, Joshua Freaking Wilson. . . and in mine, too.”
That’s a compliment that I’ll take to the bank!
The End!
