Total pages in book: 7
Estimated words: 6153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 31(@200wpm)___ 25(@250wpm)___ 21(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 6153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 31(@200wpm)___ 25(@250wpm)___ 21(@300wpm)
Once it’s ready for him, I go outside and ring the triangle so he knows he can come eat. I’m just finishing putting his plate on his food when he comes inside in his overalls and cowboy hat. He’s dirty from feeding the horses, but I don’t mind. He smells like fresh hay and the outdoors and something earthy like dirt and sweat. It reminds me that he’s working hard to keep a roof over our heads, and I’m so grateful.
I rush over to him and go up on my toes to kiss him on the cheek.
“Morning, little lamb.” His raspy voice in my ear sends a shiver down my spine, and I lean into his scruffy beard. “You got some fresh milk for me?”
“Yes, sir,” I say, and my breasts feel heavy.
He nods as he pulls me over to the chair before he sits down and places me on his lap. He nods to the front of my dress and I unlace the top for him, already knowing what to do.
Last night when he nursed from me, it made me throb between my legs. I’m eager for him to do it again because I want to please him, and it makes me feel good.
“Look at you,” he says as he pushes the material out of the way and rubs his thumb over my milky nipple. “Already dripping for me.”
He laps it up before he parts his lips and gently latches on. My hips automatically rock forward because the ache is back. It’s like his mouth is a direct line to my privates, and the more he drinks, the more I want to have that ache eased.
“Come on and lift that dress up,” he grunts as he moves to my other breast. “I’ll play with it while I suck on your tit.”
“Thank you, Uncle Amos,” I say as I reach for the bottom of my dress and pull it up high. Today I didn’t bother with undergarments because he told me last night I wouldn’t need them anymore.
“This fresh cream is your gift to me, little lamb.”
His fingers find my center, and I feel him rubbing me up and down slowly. The pressure is exactly what I need, and I rock my hips against them. When I feel him push inside me, my eyes widen. Last night, he only put in one, but when I look down I see he’s got two thrusting in and out. It’s building fast, and my body clenches around him like it knows exactly what to do.
“This is okay, right, Uncle Amos? I won’t get in trouble?” It feels so good I wonder how this can’t be a sin.
“Nah, girl, you won’t get in trouble. Just don’t tell nobody.” He licks up my neck, and I nod before his mouth goes back to my nipple.
“Yes, sir,” I say and then close my eyes. His fingers are sliding in and out so easily that it must be why he’s doing it harder. I like how fast he’s going now, and when he nurses me at the same time, my breath catches.
The same pleasure as light night courses through my body and explodes over every inch of my skin. My breasts feel less full, and my privates are tingly as he removes his fingers from inside me.
I watch as Uncle Amos licks them clean and then presses his mouth to mine. It surprises me because I never saw husbands kiss their wives, but maybe it’s different for us. I close my eyes and open my mouth a little when his tongue pushes past my lips. I taste something tangy and sweet, and I don’t hate it.
Uncle Amos moans and then pulls back to look at me. “Let me eat this breakfast you made me before it gets cold, and then I’m gonna take you out to the barn.”
“Can I help you work the farm today?” I ask as I lace up the front of my dress and go fetch him some coffee.
“Yeah, I’m gonna put you to work all right.” His eyes slowly rake up and down my body as I refill his cup and he pulls me down on his lap. “You feel this?” He puts my hand over his crotch, and there’s an enormous bulge in the front of his overalls. “Your chore is taking care of this, little lamb. Making sure I’m not hurtin’.”
“Yes, Uncle Amos,” I say and nod like a good girl.
“Now open up, I’m gonna do my best to put some weight on you.”
He holds out the fork that’s filled with biscuits and sausage gravy. I do as he says, and he feeds me off his plate, taking some for himself as he does it. Halfway through the meal, I serve him some more because I don’t want him to not get enough.