Two Years Later...
“Is Daddy breaking the rules?” I moan as Aleksei kisses my neck. I’m standing in our bathroom trying to get ready before the priest gets here and our little ones wake up from their nap.
“Are they both down?” he asks, nipping at the tender place beneath my ear. I lean, giving him more room to work his lips against . Aleksei has been in his office this morning for a few hours. He doesn’t like to leave my side for long, even if it’s only to another room in the house.
“Da,” I confirm. My eyes fall closed. “You know we still have a little longer until I’m cleared,” I remind him, and myself, too. I want him. My body craves him like a drug. He growls against my skin, but we both know he won’t take . My Aleksei would die before he’d let anything hurt , but I really do feel fine. It’s only a few days away, and I don’t know if I can make it.
He turns to face him. His big hands engulf my waist as he picks up, sitting on the counter. One of the thin straps on my nightie falls off my shoulder, revealing my breast. Aleksei’s eyes go straight there. Since having babies, he has an even bigger obsession with my tits — sothing I didn’t think was possible.
“My boys are fed?” he asks, licking his lips.
Before I can finish nodding, his mouth is on my nipple. His sucks make my whole body jerk. My knees widen, giving him more room to stand between them. I want to feel him pressed up against .
“Daddy,” I moan. His hands go to the other strap, and he jerks it down, exposing to the light of day. He leans back, my nipple popping from his mouth. A small bead of milk hangs from the tip, and I watch, transfixed, as he laps it up.
“You like to feed your daddy, don’t you, angel?” I feel his hand slide up my leg and slip under my silk nightie. He lets out a grunt when he feels the wetness between my thighs. Because with one touch, I’ve answered his questions. I do like to feed him. Even more so when he’s inside . It’s been over a month since he’s filled , and I ache. My pussy clenches, pretending to feel his thickness there, stretching every inch of .
“Lean back,” he tells , and I do, resting my head on the mirror behind . He grabs my hips, sliding to the edge, before pushing up my nightie. There is nothing hidden from his view, and he stares at my bare pussy as he begins to undo his belt. He pulls his white button – up shirt from his slacks next, then frees his cock.
I moan at the sight of it. The long, thick length tight with need. The head of his cock so round and perfect, I burn for it to rub my clit. Lifting my hips in invitation, I stare at it, needing it so badly inside .
“I will ease your ache.”
“I know,” I say breathlessly. He always does. “My daddy always takes care of .” I watch a small drop of cum leak from the tip of his cock at my words. At this point my breasts are aching, and droplets of milk spill as my body begs for his mouth.
He leans forward, licking up the sweet trail to my nipple before he latches on and starts to suck. Then I feel the head of his cock slide across my clit, and the sensation of releasing into his mouth while the heat of his wide cock rubs against is everything.
“Oh my God.”
I slide my hands into his hair, keeping him pressed against . He sucks on even harder, feeling my need grow with his. His cock moves back and forth over my clit, and a whine escapes my throat. I’m not going to last.
When he pulls back and I see him lick his lips, cleaning up the evidence on my milk, the image is too much. I start to co as his teasing cock rubs in one long stroke, and I scream out his na. His mouth covers mine, swallowing my moans. I taste myself on his lips and feel his warm release hit my pussy and stomach. The feeling of his passion marking triggers my own again. I pulse, my body begging for him and being denied. But his heat on , and the taste and slls are enough for now.
He kisses softly one last ti and looks down at .
“Do not think I forgot about our wedding and the priest,” he reminds . His hand goes to my pussy, and he rubs his cum into my skin.
“I was good the last ti he was here.” I bat my eyelashes. I really was good. He ca over to bless our first baby, Roman. Today he’s here to bless Abram.
“Da, but I was able to take you. I made sure there was no room for error.” He continues to rub his cum into .
“I’ll be a good girl, Daddy.” I wink at him, but he shakes his head.
I hear Abram start to cry and I know that’s going to wake his brother up, too.
“I’ll get them, angel. You finish getting ready.” He kisses , then slides off the bathroom counter, returning the straps of my nightie to my shoulder.
“His outfit is on the rocker,” I tell him. He nods once again, stealing another kiss. He gives my ass a squeeze.
“I love you, my Georgina.” His eyes are soft.
“I love you, too.” This ti I get on my tiptoes and kiss him. “Now go get our boys ready.”
He nods, righting his clothes and getting himself back together before he leaves standing in the bathroom.
Aleksei is just as much of a perfect father as he is a husband. The way he is with our little ones sotis makes want to cry. My real father was never like that with . It makes want another baby. Just one more sounds nice.
I finish getting ready in the bathroom, putting on light makeup and arranging my hair in a ssy braid. I head to my closet to change. I slip on a loose – strapped white cotton dress that cos to well above mid – thigh. I don’t bother with a bra since I’ll be nursing Abram in a mont, or underwear, because the dress is so sheer. I walk barefoot out of the closet and stop when I see Aleksei on the bed. Both boys are in his arms. Abram looks to have fallen back asleep. Roman is laying his head on Aleksei’s shoulder but leans up when he sees .
“Mama!” he squeals, reaching for and making smile. Aleksei places him on the ground and he waddles over to , and I scoop him up. His hands co to my cheeks, and his smile is giant.
“Eskimo!” he says. I bring my nose to his and we give each other an Eskimo kiss, rubbing our noses together back and forth, sothing his daddy taught him. He looks so much like his father. Aleksei cos to stand next to us, Abram cradled in his arm, his thick black lashes resting on his chubby little cheeks.
“Co, my loves,” Aleksei says as he guides us downstairs to the priest.
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