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I push myself up from my chair, tuck my cock away, step close to kiss Jem’s soft lips, and then carefully lift our sleeping angel into my arms.
“I’m going to be back in five minutes, and if you’re not too tired, you’re going to be ready for me.”
“I’ll be ready and willing,” she says with a secretive smile. She props her foot on her chair and parts her folds, for me to see her cunt blowing me kisses.
A long, strained moan of appreciation lingers in my throat, and I turn around and head inside, to put Viv to bed.
When I get back outside,Jem is naked and kneeling with her legs apart, on the big, solid-wood tabletop that she’s covered with a thick blanket.
Bless the fucking mountainous countryside and its lack of fucking neighbors.
Her head is bowed, and her hands are behind her back, already slipped into the leather restraining cuffs we use sometimes, when she wants one of us to be strapped to the bed.
A length of black, shiny rope loops through her cuffs, to bind her to the far table legs. She’s moved into position after anchoring herself, and there’s not a lot of slack in the rope.
“Well, looky-here.” I let out a low whistle, as I move to stand in front of her. “Seems I’ve caught a fertile little mama in my snare. She looks like a keeper, too. Pretty as a picture. Sexiest fucking hood ornament this table’s ever had.”
Jem giggles, and I slip my finger under her chin, to thrust her face up so I can see it. “Young. Maybe too young for this old country boy, but — mm-mm— you’re cute as fuck, and curvy to boot.”
I slide my hand between her parted thighs and use two fingers to capture her clit and rub it in slow circles. “Are you my type, baby girl? Wet and ready to take my big cock at a moment’s notice?”
Jem utters a soft gasp, as I thrust my fingers inside her slick heat. I probe and push at her walls. “Going to have to stretch you enough to fit, but I’ll make sure you take me.”
Her pussy slurps at my fingers, and she shivers. I fuck them in and out of her a few times before bringing them in front of my face. “You made my whole hand shine so prettily. You’ll takemy fat cock just fine.” I suck her juices noisily from my fingers. “Mmm… Just a whole lot of sweet and ripe, aren’t you, pudding? Good for breeding — that’s for damn sure.”
I trail the tip of my finger from her hairline, down her nose, between her breasts, and over the bulge of her belly. “About six months along, I reckon. Ready for breeding again, in about four or five—”
Jem clears her throat loudly, and I smile.
“Maybe six more months,” I say. “Guess I could give your little body a rest before, I fuck another one into you. Grow my brood.”
I use my damp fingers to trace the curve of her fullest breast.
The way her hands are bound behind her back makes her chest is thrust high and forward. I can’t resist the temptation, and she knows it. She fucking loves it when I massage and suckle her milky breasts.
“Good set of teats on you.” I give one nipple a little tug, and then more of a milking pull, until breastmilk beads on the tip. “Looks like I’ve got a little milker on my hands. Going to be a good girl and feed my babies? Grow ’em good and strong?” I milk her until she’s antsy and restless and whimpering. “Going to feed me during the long cold winters?” I latch on and swallow down her spray when the letdown hits.
Jem rocks on her knees and leans toward my tugging mouth. Her binds draw tight, and she whimpers as I suckle even harder, drinking her down like I have a thirst to quench.
I yank open my jeans, tear off my shirt, and run my hands over her body, basking in her round shape and the fact thatIfucking did this to her.
I fucked her young body full of seed, and she grew me a baby.
Twice.
I wasn’t there for her the first time, but I’m here now, and I’m not missing a fucking thing. I love every fucking change her bodyis going through, and I seriously can’t get enough of her. She’s my fruitful little mama, and I live and breathe to serve her.
One glimpse of her swollen belly or the sight of my baby at her breast is all it takes to get me hard.
Her young, supple body is wearing my child with grace and ease, and her curves have only grown curvier. She fills my hands with her softness, making it easy to admire the firmness of her expanding belly and the movements of the life she’s baking within.
The baby presses against my hand, and I moan into her breast.
We created life together. What greater blessing could the universe place on our union?
I release my suction and let her slip from my mouth.
“I need to be inside you real soon, beautiful. You’re too fucking pretty and good to me.”
