Risking Fate (Mitchell Family #4)(77)
Author: Jennifer Foor

I froze thinking she was reconsidering being with me. Instant fear washed over me as I held my wife tight against my body. “What’s wrong?”

Please don’t say it’s me.

“It hurts my stomach. Maybe it would be better if I laid flat.” I sat my wife down slowly and practically ran out of the shower with full wood leading the way. I could have hung two towels on that bitch and it wouldn’t have budged.

Jake was fast asleep in the vibrating chair, so we snuck past him. While Miranda climbed into bed, I grabbed the monitor and sat it on the dresser in case Jax woke up.

We still had at least an hour before the family started beating down our door to visit with us, so without wasting another moment, I climbed into bed with my wife.

Once she got herself situated on her pillow, I leaned on my side and kissed her lips. She looked upset when I pulled away. “You okay, Baby? Does it still hurt?”

Miranda reached up for a kiss and then slowly rolled me onto my back. She took her time climbing on top of me and I held my hands on her waist the whole time. Once she was lying on top of me, her lips found mine again. “It only hurts if I’m sittin’ up. As long as my stomach stays straight, I think we’ll be fine.”

I rubbed my hands up her arms. “I really don’t want to hurt you. We can wait if you want to.”

Miranda pulled one of my hands up to her br**sts and played with her nipple. The hard nub tickled my palm and I could feel a little wetness coming out. She giggled and looked intently into my eyes. “A bet is a bet.”

Of f**k. The last time I tasted this shit, I wanted to vomit. She was really going to make me do it.

“If I puke on you, I still want sex afterwards.”

She let out a cackle and pointed to her breast. I rolled my eyes and stuck out my tongue. “Stop. I have a better idea. Open your mouth, I can squirt in it.”

I shook my head. “Hell no!”

As Miranda continued to laugh, I continued to shake my head. “Ty, just get it over with. Don’t you want to know what I’m feedin’ your children?”

“Not if it tastes like shit. They seem happy enough.”

My wife did something I wasn’t expecting. While I ran my mouth, not paying her any mind, she squirted that shit right at my mouth and face. The first thing I noticed was that it felt warm, which totally grossed me out, because milk shouldn’t be warm. The second thing I noticed was that it almost tasted sweet. Miranda was beside herself with laughter. I grabbed both of her hands and held them over her head. “If you could have seen your face.” She continued laughing at me.

I waited for her to stop before I kissed her between her br**sts and traced my tongue all around her pink nipple. She immediately stopped laughing.

Fuck it, if Colt can do this shit, so can I.

I latched on to her nipple and sucked as hard as I could. The warm milk filled my mouth, but I didn’t let go. I just kept sucking while Miranda moaned in pleasure. I tried so hard not to move my tongue, to try and avoid tasting it, but it moved anyway. It tasted sweet almost like adding sugar to normal milk. I pulled away and licked it again. “Are you goin’ to be sick?” She giggled.

“All I have to say is that our boys are two lucky kids. I don’t know what you’ve been eating, but that shit wasn’t bad. It wasn’t bad at all. Now Van, well she must eat dog shit, cause her milk tasted like ass.”

“Tyler Mitchell, be nice.”

“I am not kidding at all. She needs to eat vegetables. If we were stranded on an island and all I had was breast milk, I could totally survive on sucking on one of your tits every day.”

“How romantic. What would I drink to stay alive?” Miranda stroked my chest as she waited for my answer.

“That’s easy. You could just feed yourself and I could watch. In fact why don’t you suck on your own tit right now and give me a visual. I might beat off to this shit one day.” Her mouth just opened but nothing came out.

She never let out on single laugh in regards to my sarcasm. “You truly are a sick man.”

“And you truly are the best thing that ever happened to me.”

She put her hand up to my face and touched her fingertip to my lips. After she had them separated, she leaned in and kissed them, stroking her tongue over my bottom lip before pulling back and staring at them. “I love you.”

I kept looking at her looking at me. I loved how she was staring at my lips, calling them to kiss her all over her body. “Please let me make love to you.”

Miranda laid on her back and waited for my next move. I took one of her hands and intertwined it with one of mine, pushing it over top of her head right before I leaned in to kiss her tantalizing lips. Her naked body lay beneath me; still fragile and beaten so I knew I had to take my time at this second attempt.

We probably should have waited the whole four weeks, but I needed to feel this after two weeks of feeling so broken inside. My wife was giving me her body again and she needed to know how much I wanted her. Her hand that was holding mine squeezed tighter as I traced tiny tongue filled kisses all over her needy neck. She ran her hands into my hair and pulled me up for an eager kiss, where our tongues played together even more, forcing sensations to awaken parts of me that needed her body. I took my free hand and slid it between her legs until I felt that warm pu**y that had my name all over it.

Like every time before, Miranda was ready for me. I took two fingers and spread her folds as I continued to move my fingers back and forth while still kissing her. Little moans escaped her lips every time my fingertips brushed over her swollen clit. I started to move them in circular motions and found myself leaving her mouth so that I could watch myself making her come. She let go of my hand and watched as I moved down and focused on her beautiful pu**y.

I separated her little lips with one hand, while continuing to circle her clit with my two fingers. As I added a bit more pressure, I felt her starting to tighten up and tremble. “Come for me, Baby. I want to see it.”

She grabbed a chunk of my hair and tangled her fingers into it as she arched her body in reaction to her body going into an orgasmic bliss. “Oh, Ty, don’t stop!”

“That’s it. Come for me.”

The room filled with moans and as she let go and finally pulled me up to her mouth. “I need you inside of me, loving me, and f**king me, right now!”

I felt her hand grabbing my shaft and guiding it right between her legs, where her wet pu**y waited. I held most of my weight up with my arms as I got into position, and this time, slowly entered into my tight wife. She stared into my eyes as I began moving in and out of her, savoring every single feeling that was happening throughout my body. We’d made love so many times in our marriage, but this time was different.