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“Is it working?” she asks, dropping down to her hands and knees, paper towels in hand. Her skirt is still flipped up while she does this. She’s showing me her ass, and each time she moves, her pretty pink pussy peeks out. Fuck it. I put my holster back on the counter and drop to my knees behind her.
“You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you, sweet girl? Tempting me with that pretty dripping cunt?” I growl before burying my face between her thick ass cheek. I eat her pussy from behind until she comes on my face.
“Pauley, please. More. Give me more.”
“What do you want? Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you, wife.”
“I want you inside me, husband. Give me your seed.”
“You want me to breed you? Fuck,” I curse as I wrench my pants open and pull my cock out. It’s hard, throbbing, and aching for release.
“Yes. Breed me, husband. Please, please, please,” she begs, and I have no choice but to slam my cock into her. This is going to be a quick fuck, but she doesn’t seem to mind. I can feel her little fingers as she works her clit in time with my thrusts. “I love you; I love you; I love you,” she chants as I brutally fuck her. The scent of our sex fills the room, and the only sounds I hear are her slick wetness and her ass hitting my stomach with each thrust of my hips. The sound is filthy, and it only adds to the sheer ecstasy I’m feeling right now. I don’t even know who I am anymore. When I’m with her, inside her, nothing else matters but our pleasure.
“I love you too,” I shout as her pussy clenches around me.
“Yes, yes, yes, Right thereeeeee,” she squeals as she comes hard. I can’t hold back a second longer and come, filling her with my seed. The seed that I pray takes root and makes us parents.
I didn’t believe my brothers when they told me about their primal feelings toward their wives. I get it now. Miri is mine, and I’ll claim her every day, in every way imaginable, until neither one of us can stand.
ChapterSix
Miriam
Eight Weeks Later
Oh, shoot! I think as I race for the bathroom. Every morning for the last few days, I’ve been sick. At first, I thought I ate something that didn’t agree with me, but then it kept happening only a few minutes after I woke up. For the first time, I think I might be pregnant. After praying to the porcelain gods, I brush my teeth and do a little math while I stare down at my belly. I’ve always been thick. I place my hands on my belly. I don’t feel or look any different. Maybe my boobs hurt a little bit, but that could just be my back from standing in the kitchen all day. My periods have always been regular, but I haven’t had one since right before we got married. I don’t want to get ahead of myself or get my hopes up, so I text Carter to see if he can squeeze me in today. He can, but not until one, so I head into town. Lavinia opens the diner because she works from three to eight, so everything is freshly baked. We open at six. She handles the early morning rush, if you can call it that, of people that work in Charleston, which is most people in town. With Jenny helping out at the sheriff’s station, Paul was finally able to hire a deputy.
The diner has been open for a month now, and we are doing great. People are coming from as far away as Huntingdon because Geeb, my wonderful brother-in-law, wrote an article about Lavinia and me. Parking is a nightmare on the weekends, but Lloyd said he’d take care of everything. I don’t exactly know what that means, but I trust him.
The closer it gets to one o’clock, the more nervous I get, but finally, I walk over to the doctor's office a few minutes early. The receptionist has me fill out some paperwork, and I sit and wait. Finally, the nurse calls me back and has me do my business in a tiny cup; then, she leads me to a tiny room and hands me a gown.
Maybe I should have brought Paul with me?
“Doctor Sutton will be right in. He’ll knock first, and one of us will join him,” she says, leaving the room.
“Okay. Thank you.” I didn’t think this through. I don’t really want Carter touching me…
I put the gown on and hop up on the exam table. The leg holder things look really intense. Is it too late to call Paul?
There’s a knock on the door, and I realize it is too late.
“Come in,” I say, and the door swings open.
“Hey Miriam. How are you feeling?” Carter says, breezing into the room with a different nurse trailing behind him.
“Nauseous.”
“Well, that’s to be expected. Congratulations. You’re pregnant.” Hearing him say it is a relief, and I’m not really surprised. All Paul and I do is have sex, eat, and watch movies he thinks I’ll like; he’s only right about eighty percent of the time.
“Okay, so what happens now?”
“Well, you grow that baby. Lavinia shared with me some Amish customs. Now, she didn’t really adhere to them, but I am assuming you do?” Lavinia scared the crap out of us. Even after she married Alton, she danced with and touched Carter. It was quite scandalous. At one point, we all thought Alton was going to kill Carter, but it all seems to have worked itself out.
“The touching thing?” I ask.
“Right. The touching thing. So in deference to that, Doctor Malone is a second-year intern at Charleston Memorial. It’s a teaching hospital where I have privileges. I asked her to come whenever you or your sisters have an appointment. She can get the practice she needs, and I can oversee her without touching you. She can handle all that.”
“Hi, Mrs. Reynolds. I’m happy to help, and I’ll be with you through your child's birth.”
