Her Bully (Original)

Chapter 7

3 Months Later

"I hate you, Devon Kingston!"

Another contraction hits and I'm screaming. The doctors are telling me to push but I'm not done yelling at my husband.

I dig my nails into his palm and growl, "You are never getting near me again! You or that monster dick! I'll castrate you!"

Devon cringes at my words but plays along, "Okay, baby. Never again."

I'm dripping in sweat and I'm pretty sure I've pooped myself at some point but I couldn't care less. Why I ever decided to pass on the epidural is beyond me maybe it's because of all the crap Heather spouted about birthing the natural way. No drugs. Nope, not happening again.

"One more push and you'll have your baby" the doctor says, over my screams.

"You can do it, baby. One more for me" Devon instructs, kissing my hand.

With a final deep breath and push, Astrid Kingston enters the world. Screaming, just like her mother.

I collapse back against the hospital bed, exhausted. I watch the doctor hand a pair of surgical scissors to Devon. My husband is crying as he cuts our daughters cord and takes her into his arms.

"Eve, she's perfect" he smiles, bringing her to me.

She is perfect with her big blue eyes and brown hair. I can already see that she looks like her father.

I look up at Devon in awe, "We made this."

He nods, "Damn right we did."

I pull him down for a kiss, all the anger from labor gone. Just as I slip my tongue into his mouth, Astrid begins to fuss obviously not happy about being ignored.

For the next few hours we stare at the little miracle we made. This tiny human a equal mixture of the two of us. I look up at Devon and for the first time ever, am glad that he was my bully.

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"Goddamnit!" I curse loudly, when I look down and realize I just leaked through my new blouse.

I wish someone would've told me sooner that post pregnancy I'd be pumping day and night. No bras fit, let alone shirts. I was big chested to begin with but having Astrid made them double in size.

Don't even get me started on how horny I am. I just got the green flag from the doctor to start having sex again and that brings me to my current predicament.

I thought I'd slip into a sexy outfit to entice Devon when he gets home from work, but nothing fits.

I collapse onto the closet floor in defeat, giving up.

"Rough day?" the deep sexy voice from the walk in closet door asks.

I look up from the floor and see my husband standing there in a suit. Damn and he's not even dressed like that to seduce me but it's working.

"Nothing fits" I huff, yanking off my top.

My breasts bounce free, feeling like two weights strapped to my chest. I wince and rub them trying to ease the ache but it doesn't work. I guess it's time to pump, for the millionth time today.

Or not.

I look up again and gulp. Devon slowly stalks toward me, a naughty glint in his eyes.

"My daughter fed?" he asks, nodding to my breasts.

Not trusting myself to actually answer coherently, I nod.

Devon pulls me into his arms and carries me out of the closet. He tosses me onto the bed and pounces on me.

His mouth lands on my right nipple and he sucks. My whole body jerks and I arch my chest. Having no pants or underwear to begin with, I'm rubbing my pussy against his slacks. He switches to my other breast, my nipple poping free of his mouth. A small white bead of milk drips down the underside of my boob.

The pressure in my breasts are going away as my husband suckles. Reaching down, I release his fat dick from his pants and wrap my legs around his waist. Without pulling away from my breasts, he thrusts into me.

I cum almost immediately because it's been so long and he's right there with me. Both of us cum together.

Thirty minutes later, we're tangled up in the sheets exhausted. I'm draped over him like roadkill, still kissing and biting his neck.

On cue, the baby monitor lights up and a shrill cry fills our bedroom. I roll off Devon, it's his turn.

"I'm not done with you yet, Mrs. Kingston. Stay put" he orders, pulling on a pair of boxers.

I deliberately wag my ass at him and he growls before rushing out of the room. I laugh when I notice he's at full mast again.

As I wait for my husband to return, I listen to him soothe our daughter. He's so gentle with her, so patient. I know he wants a few more babies and I have a sneaky suspicion, he's going to try for baby number two tonight.