Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
EPILOGUE
Jenna
This isn’t how most happy endings play out. In those stories, Cinderella is rescued by Prince Charming, and then they go riding off into the sunset as birds tweet merrily about their shoulders. But for Rick and me, it wasn’t so straightforward because we had a lot of trust issues at first. We’d made promises to one another and were desperately in love, but love is different from trust. Love is different from feeling that someone has your back, day in, day out, with no exceptions. Love is many things, but it takes time to build, and Rick and I had to work at it.
Fortunately, however, we had our pregnancy to bring us together, and the child on the way put everything in perspective because nothing else mattered. I grew bigger and bigger with each passing week, and when my third trimester came, I was comfortable. I felt at home with my man, and Rick did everything in his power to make me feel cared for and relaxed. As a result, by the time Katie was born, we were an established couple who adored one another, welcoming our baby daughter into the world with open arms.
Katie’s the light of our lives too. She gurgles and coos, and is the spitting image of Rick with his black hair, blue eyes, and mischievous demeanor. She’s got him wrapped around her little finger, and my boyfriend adores it because this is what Rick’s hoped and prayed for over the last two decades: the chance to be a father again.
So now, my life is idyllic. Katie and I moved in with the handsome physician, and he’s scaled back his schedule at the hospital to be with our newborn daughter. Despite the fact that we have a part-time nanny, Rick does a lot of childcare and is incredibly hands-on. He says there’s no sense in having someone else raise your children because what would be the point of having children to begin with? I point out that he’s done great with Emma, despite only reconnecting when she was a young adult, but Rick merely pressed a kiss to my forehead and said that he doesn’t want that for Katie. He wants to be a involved dad, and to be there through the wet nappies, constant spit-up, and drooly smiles.
So yes, life is amazing and I lean back with a grateful sigh. I’m relaxing in a special nursing room in the house, and it’s peaceful and quiet with pale yellow walls, wicker furniture, and an incredibly comfortable rocking chair that I use to feed Katie. At that moment, my boyfriend walks in with our daughter in his arms, and gently hands her to me.
“Katie wants her mommy,” he says in a deep voice, his blue eyes flaring as he watches our daughter attach to my milk-filled breasts.
“It’s more like Katie wants her feeding trough,” I say in a playful tone. “This little girl is so hungry that it seems she never gets enough.”
Rick merely stares possessively at the two of us, my curves on display as our baby drinks hungrily.
“Really,” he hums throatily. “But will there be any milk left for me, do you think?”
I giggle because our sex life has reached new depths of depravity now that my milk’s come. And yes, you guessed it: my boyfriend likes to nurse at my breasts on occasion, and yes, the lactation kink is filthy but it feels oh so good. It’s very different to have an adult male drinking from my teats and to be honest, I love it. A sudden ache develops in my pussy as I smile up at my gorgeous boyfriend coyly.
“There’ll be plenty, big boy,” I coo while batting my lashes. “Don’t you worry about that.”
“Good,” Rick rasps before bending down to press a kiss to my forehead. “I plan on drinking from you, sweetheart, and then letting the warm milk stream down your belly and through your cunt, where I’m going to lap it up again.”
“Oh my god!” I giggle, disturbing the baby a little. Katie opens her blue eyes for a moment, before slowly closing them and going back into her milk-induced stupor. “You’re so bad,” I whisper flirtatiously.
Rick merely reaches one big hand out to squeeze my other breast tenderly, savoring the ivory flesh.
“I am bad,” he acknowledges. “And I want to do bad things to you, little girl.”
I giggle again, but then perk up.
“I look forward to it. But did you hear the news? About my friend Lily?”
Rick shakes his head, his gaze still fixated on my large teats.
“No, because you have a ton of friends, sweetheart, and I can’t keep up.”
I smile wickedly.
“Well, you’re not going to believe your ears when it comes to Lily because she moved back in with her stepfather – and he caught her using a dildo in the shower!”