“I don’t know that you’ve been bad today, so I don’t think you’ve earned your spanking.”
“Stop drinking my milk.” She swats me away. “It’s for the baby.”
My cock hardens. Why does it harden? Why do I like her feisty and thrashing?
“That’ll do it,” I groan, leaning up behind her with my hand ready to go. “You shouldn’t tell me no. You know I like your milk.” I pull back and slap her ass, growling as the crack and pop sound through the air. It’s loud enough that I worry it’ll wake the baby, but apparently, she’s a sounder sleeper than I thought.
“That’s right, you can’t have it,” Siren sighs.
I spank her over and over again. “Tell me I can have it, or you’ll just keep getting spanked.”
She’s soaking wet, dripping with need but she’s still recovering from birth, and I can’t touch her for weeks yet. This was a bad idea.
She moans and pushes forward, brushing her hard nipples against the edge of the couch. “You can’t have it!”
I spank her again and again, holding writhing hips in my hand as I watch the dark red fingerprints form on her ass. She’s beautiful, perfect, gorgeous.
“Okay,” she sighs, “one more sip.” The way she relents has my cock aching. She turns over and lays back on the couch. Her tits are out over her shirt, firm and dripping.
I lean in and lick her nipple as she pushes her fingertips through my hair. It’s something I started doing when Mark was born. I didn’t expect it to be so intimate.
“I’m so happy,” she whispers, holding me close.
I flick my tongue against her nipple and lean up, staring toward her. “I’ve never been happier.”
“Really?” A tear falls from her cheek, and I lean up, kissing it away. “You’re everything, Perry. If I hadn’t met you, I don’t know where I’d be. I can’t imagine not having you and the kids.”
Some days, I wish I were younger and that I had more time coming to me. I wish I knew that I’d be here with Siren until the moment we both take our final breath. Some days, when I think about the time she’ll have without me, I find myself riddled with worry. I don’t ever want her to be alone. Not ever.
Luckily, most days I wake up knowing that what we’ve found only comes around once in a lifetime. I know that the love we share is in part because of our age gap, and I know deep down, Siren will never truly be alone because she’ll always have the children—little pieces of both of us born into the world with the same hope we had for love.
I lean in and kiss her forehead, breathing in her scent. This is what life is about. A warm home filled with love and a woman with a big round ass that swears she isn’t looking for a spanking.
