Page 44 of Property of The Grump

“I’ve been off the market since long before we got here.”

“Well, yeah, but she doesn’t play by the same rules everyone else does. Two kids means you’re off the market. One and a wife means you’re still thinking things over.”

“That’s stupid,” I groan and kiss her shoulder before rubbing my hand over the little bump she’s been growing for months. “Did I ever tell you that Leanne looked me up when I got out of prison?”

Wren’s eyes widen. “That slut! What did she want? Never mind, I know what she wanted.”

“She told me about her fan fiction and asked if I wanted to play some of it out.”

“Are you trying to make me jealous?”

I grab her and pull her closer. “Is it working?”

“A little. What did you tell her?”

“Didn’t even let her in the door, though I did hear from Tucker later that she was dating Michael.”

“Oh, damn.”

“Yeah. Never followed up to hear how all that went, but I have a feeling they both have their hands full. If I’m being honest, I need to look up Tucker one of these days. I know we can’t contact him, but it would be nice to know what happened with Mom’s house.”

“I know, I wonder about Tilly all the time. She’s not on social media or anything, so I don’t get updates. I know we couldn’t invite them to the wedding, but I think they would have loved it. That lake you found for our ceremony reminds me of the little spot outside of Whiskey Falls that you took me to all those years ago. Honestly, though, I’m just thankful my folks were there. I mean, Tucker only gave them twenty minutes to decide if they wanted to get in the van, leave everything behind, and relocate with us. I was so relieved when they said yes. We have no idea what Zane would have done to them if they stayed.” She glances down at her shirt as she’s talking, a wet spot growing over her nipple. “Shoot, this is the second time I’ve had to change this morning. I don’t remember this happening with Evie.”

“Come here.” I tug my girl toward me and move her long hair out of the way as I unzip the pink and yellow dress she’s wearing. “I’ll clean you up.”

She pouts playfully as her dress falls to the ground, the puffy fabric pooling at her feet as I unclasp the nursing bra she wears to free her sopping tits.

Milk drips from the left tit, and she stares at me as I lean in, cupping my mouth on her breast to catch the dripping milk.

She weaves her tiny fingers through my hair as I suckle. “Have you ever considered that something might be seriously wrong with you?”

“What?”

“Yes! You love that breast milk way too much.”

“I love you and everything your body makes.” I suckle a little bit more, drinking down the milk she’s made, warm liquid dripping down my chin as she moans softly.

“I love you too, Father Anderson.”

My cock pokes against my zipper. “You know you can’t call me that without getting yourself into trouble. I’m a humble Sunday school teacher now, not a priest.”

Ever since our time in the rectory, hearing her call me Father Anderson does something to me. Something that’s very opposite of what it should do.

My cock drives hard against the inside of my jeans, my mind skipping to that dark and feral place I love finding myself these days.

“Say it again, little lamb, and I’ll pin you to the ground and make you scream. Do you want to scream?”

“Yes, Father Anderson, I would like to scream.”

I growl low and chase her through the house, her heavy, milky tits swaying and bouncing as she dodges into the bedroom and throws herself onto the bed, her ass up, that pink pussy dripping as she wiggles it toward me.

“Come on, Father. I don’t have all day.” She grins playfully. “Church starts soon.”

I growl low and step in behind her, tugging my hard cock from my jeans as I drive into her sopping, little pussy with worship on my lips.

“Dear Lord, you’re tight.” I push into her over and over again, the delicious sound of her tits slapping against her chest as I hold her close and fuck her deep.

“Right there,” she moans, gripping the edge of the sheets. “Oh my God, right there.”