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Roan
EIGHT YEARS LATER
“How many puppies?” Erika, our seven-year-old, jumps up and down clapping her hands. Her green eyes shine in the sun, and her two dark braids hang down over her shoulders.
“So far, fourteen. Purdy is still laying down, there may be a few more.” I pat her head and hear the other four kids yelping and running around in the living room, playing monkey in the middle with Candice and Bill.
“Thank goodness they came over when they did.” Betty’s eyes match Erika’s in color and excitement. “I was sure we had another week or so. Dealing with four kids and a full-on canine maternity ward at the same time would have been tough.”
I shake my head and follow Betty back into the bedroom, where we’ve set up a makeshift doggy nursery.
“As we have learned, babies come when they are ready, not necessarily when we are.” I chuckle as I think about the truth of those words. Erika trails next to me, and I reach down and take her hand, giving it a little squeeze. “You sure surprised us.”
She giggles and chimes in. “I know, I know. Mommy had me in the living room.”
“That’s right. When you decided to arrive, you were impatient.”
We will probably never tell Erika the entire story. When Betty was pregnant with her, at about thirty-nine weeks, her tiny body was so done with carrying around the basketball she had me fucking her ten times a day in the hope that the orgasms and cock pounding would put her into labor.
Well, it did.
Faster than we would have expected. From the first contraction to me holding our first baby girl was about forty-five minutes, tops. That was a turning point in my life. I knew love because of Betty, but the kind of fierce, nearly psychotic sort of love I have now for my wife and my family?
Hell hath no wrath like a father protecting his own. I pity any being that harms one of mine. My dark side knows no bounds in this department.
Since Erika’s quick entry into the world, we keep our fucking a bit more controlled and know from the first twinge of a contraction it means a phone call to the midwife. Since I delivered our first, we decided having all our children here at home was what we wanted, and Betty is a superstar in the birthing department, and that whole process still amazes me.
Inside the bedroom, Purdy is licking another new puppy as the other wiggly fourteen fight to find their way to latch on.
“Fifteen!” Erika drops my hand and rushes to the edge of the whelping box we made. It’s painted white with black dots. When we found out Purdy was expecting, all the kids helped—even our youngest, Frankie, who just turned one.
“I gotta say, you women leave me in awe.”
Betty looks over and smiles. “It ain’t easy.” She chuckles, rubbing her round belly. “But it’s worth it.”
We step closer to Purdy, who gives us a tired stare.
“I agree. I only wish I could help more.”
“You help in more ways than you know. And we all are grateful for you. You are the best husband and father I could have hoped for.”
I kiss the top of her head as she kneels next to Erika to watch Purdy take on motherhood in style.
Pongo was fixed, so we never worried too much about puppies, but eight months ago we adopted another Dalmatian from a rescue, and before we could get him to the vet to have him clipped, he and Purdy apparently got down and dirty while no one was watching.
I felt a little bad for Pongo, but he took it in stride, and all three of the dogs get along like they’ve been here together all along.
“Can we keep them? All of them?”
I shake my head on an exhale. “We’ll see, honey. That’s a lot of dogs.”
Betty puts her arm around Erika. “Aunt Candice and Uncle Bill already said they are going to take two. And a couple of the guys from Daddy’s work said they wanted a puppy too, so it’s only fair that we let them have good homes, even if it’s not here with us.”
Erika narrows her eyes at Betty, then at me, twisting her lips. She’s clearly not happy about the arrangements.
We sit with Purdy for another half hour, and when no more puppies appear, we leave the exhausted new momma to her brood and give her some space.
We trek back to the now quiet living room and look out the kitchen window to see Candice, Bill and our other four kiddos playing on the massive swing set fort I built a couple of years after Erika was born.
“Let’s go outside.” Betty walks to the front door and Erika runs by her and down the steps toward the group.
“Hey.” I pull Betty’s hand back, and she spins to look at me. “Let her go.” I tug her back toward me and close the door. “I need some me time.”
Betty laughs but moves closer to me. “I like your kind of ‘me time.’”
We speed our steps down the hall to the bedroom. She’s wearing one of my favorite dresses, one she made while we were in those first days of our relationship. It’s white with these little cherries, and it always makes me remember the honor she gave me of taking her for the first time.
My desire for her has never lessened, but when she’s pregnant, I have to say I’m more insatiable than ever. There’s something about her round belly, her tits seem to grow bigger with every pregnancy, and she’s been full of milk since Erika arrived, which also is such a fucking turn on for me.
Who knew.
“My beauty.” I shut the bedroom door behind us and pull Betty back into me, marching us in lock-step toward the bed. “Bend that sweet ass over.”
I gently push her head down toward the white bedding, and she arches her back and reaches to the hem of her skirt, flipping it up to expose her bare ass and sweet naked cunt.
“My king.”
My cock is rock hard in an instant, and I kneel behind her and take a long lick from her already juicing pussy, her flavor racing through me like some sexual rocket fuel.
“So sweet,” I mumble into her as I suck and lick her to a quick orgasm, before standing and lining up.
I tease her, running the head of my cock through her satin warmth, centering myself with just a bit of pressure at her opening.
“Come on.” She pushes her hips back, but I retreat. “Roan. Please...”
“What do you want?” Her juices coat my cock, making me half crazed.
“I want it. I want your cock. Pretty please.” She turns her head around and gives me the most delicious look, and I can’t take anymore. I slip slowly and fully inside her, listening to her satisfied moan as I do.
“God, I love your cock.” She rocks back into me, and within two minutes, we are both shaking and cumming, knowing we have a small window of opportunity before one of the kids comes knocking.
I lean down, still buried inside her, and tell her I love her, pulling her hair from her neck and kissing her there before I pull out and admire her sweet upturned ass and the cream dripping from her opening.
“I can’t wait to get you pregnant again.”
“Really?” She stands, brushing her dress down. “You can’t even wait for me to have this one before you’re planning to knock me up again?”
“I can’t help it. It’s my thing. I’m pretty good at knocking you up, if I do say so myself.”
“Yeah, seems to be a thing with the men in this town. Candice and Bill are already trying for another one.”
Candice and Bill danced around each other at the restaurant like I did with Betty. When we got married, Bill and Candice stood up for each of us, and that seems to have been the fuel that lit their fire.
They’ve been together ever since and are about as prolific in the baby making department as we are.
I’m still working with the lumber company part–time, because I love the work. I started a lumber trading business on my own too. I buy and sell rare timbers from around the country to architects, builders, and some celebrities.
I offer commissions to people that find old barns, or structures that need dismantling, and we keep the old beams and wood parts of the buildings housing them in a few warehouses across the country. I also buy and sell burl wood, which is rare and in high demand. It’s kept my heart where I belong, in the woods, but allows me more time with my family, which is by far my number one priority.
Betty still sews. Makes a lot of the kids clothes. She started making the kids these soft, fun stuffed animals too, and one of the shops in town asked her to make some to sell.
They sold in the first week, and since then, she’s had to ration herself to making four or five a week, otherwise, she would be in a self-imposed sweatshop.
All the proceeds from her sales go to the local animal shelter. Betty can’t spend time volunteering there anymore, being a superstar mom to five kids is more than a full-time job. So this way she feels she is still able to contribute to something that is close to her heart.
Dennis moved downstate and helps me with a lot of the tech work for my company. Once we got Dennis into some intensive treatment, he was diagnosed with autism—something that was missed his entire childhood and contributed to a lot of his adult behavior.
He’s doing well, is happy, and we keep up on him financially as well as personally. We see him at least once a month, and he’s become a fabulous uncle to the kids.
“We should get back outside.” Betty smoothes her hair and her dress as I put my cock away and nod.
She steps toward the door, and I reach out and spin her around, crushing my lips to hers.
“I just needed one more kiss.” I sigh as she rests her hands on the bearded sides of my face.
“I hope I hear that for the next hundred years.”
The twinkle in her green eyes tells me all I need to know.
“Two hundred, baby. I won’t settle for anything less.”
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