Chapter 12

Twelve

T albot

What my baby wants, my baby gets.

She can watch all the Hallmark movies she wants, as long as she does it with no clothes on and I get to drink her sweet honey.

I love the way she spreads wide for me after I get her lacy undies off.

I love the way she continues to eat popcorn while I feast on her pussy.

I love the way her body reacts when I slide my tongue into her, when I massage her folds, when I touch her clit.

I love it that she can’t see what I’m doing under here, under the blankets, but I can see her most private places and have my way with them.

I love everything about her. Her noises, her squirms, and ultimately her full-body spasm when she peaks.

“Oh god, Talbot!” she cries.

“I’m really gonna love doing this for you when your little tummy is swollen with our babies.”

She shudders with the last of her climax and then, when I’m back to her eye level and she’s caught her breath, she says, “Wait, did you say babies, plural?”

“I did. Is that OK?”

“Yes, but are you going to at least marry me first?”

I share her taste in my mouth with her mouth and say, “Trust me. I’m not going to leave you hanging on that score.”