Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
I’m pretty sure I’ve destroyed a few thousand-dollar vases, a painting and some weird-looking statue, but I’m not sad that statue isn’t around anymore. It creeped me out. Bennett won’t tell me the price tags on the items that my belly and I have managed to destroy and I don’t want to know, to be honest.
“Think all our little kids should have J names that can be both boy or girl names? How about that?” He steps between my legs, pushing the robe off my other shoulder so it pools arounds my waist on the countertop. I smile up at him and place my hands on his chest. “I got to mark you and our kids with my last name, now you get to mark their first names. We’ll have a house full of J names.” He leans in and kisses my bottom lip, which has started to wobble dangerously. I fight a sniffle.
Not only am I running into everything, I spring leaks all the time, too. And not just from my eyes, as my husband had the enjoyment of learning a few nights ago while we made love. He’d taken one of my nipples into his mouth to find the sweet taste of milk there. My body is ready for motherhood. Now he can't keep his mouth off them and says he’s only getting my body used to it.
“Don’t cry.” He kisses my cheeks to stop the tears. “You know what happens when you cry,” he reminds me. Yeah, I end up with his cock inside me until all I can feel is him and pleasure.
“They are happy tears,” I sniff. “Not that you don’t have to do what you normally do when I cry,” I add, wiggling closer to him and making him laugh against my mouth before he kisses me.
“Little jaguar, you never have to hint for me to make you cum.” His mouth moves from mine to travel down my body. I sigh as me kisses me, my eyes falling closed, enjoying every second of this. Soon we’ll have a baby and I won’t be able to have him inside of me for weeks. I’m not sure I’ll make it that long, but Bennett promises he’ll make it up to me and mentioned they hadn't said I still couldn't enjoy his mouth. I do love that cocky mouth of his.
By the time he’s done with me I can barely move—nor do I want to—but he won’t let me lie here on the kitchen counter. He picks me up and carries me to my room.
“It’s nap time,” he tells me when he lays me down into our bed and slides in behind me. His arms wrap around me.
“You going to give me lots of babies with J names, little jaguar?” he asks, his mouth against my ear.
“I’ll give you anything you ask me for,” I respond. Because I would. Because I know my cocky sweet husband would always do the same.
Epilogue
James
Another eight weeks later…
I smile as I stare into the mirror, shocked that I got this thing on. It’s the same dress I wore that day in the strip club. The day I agreed to be Bennett’s in all ways. Though I’m pretty sure I’d belonged to him the moment I’d slipped the wallet from his pocket. Only this time I don’t pair it with any panties. I slip on the heels that I’ve actually gotten better at wearing. I long ago ditched the black hoodies and trying to blend in with the shadows.
Now when I look at clothes I actually reach for things I want and not what I think will be more functional for survival. I’d realized I had a thing for pink pretty quickly. I also realized I was a lot more girly than I’d known. That was clear from the explosion of pink that is our daughter Joey’s baby room.
I pull my hair down, giving it a little bit of fluff, before putting on some lipstick. Time’s up. I’ve been cleared for sex and I’m more than aching for my husband to be back inside of me. We had to wait a little bit extra because I had to undergo a C-section. My little girl didn't want to come out.
My husband said he didn't blame her. I didn't either with the way he’d been feeding us. Another bonus is my boobs are still bigger. Probably because I’m still nursing, but they make the already tight dress even tighter. My tits are trying to escape the top of the dress all on their own. I’m not worried about it. The dress won't be staying on very long once my husband sees me.
“James!” I hear my husband searching for me down the long hallway that leads to our room. I’ll feed our daughter and hand her off to Nana to watch for the afternoon. She’s excited to have some alone time with her new great-granddaughter, and I’m excited to have my husband all to myself without the worry of our little girl trying to interrupt us.