Four Years Later
“Ryan, you need to leave your mommy’s bo*bs now. I’ll get you big, colorful feeding bottles. Okay?” asked a pissed-off Ralph as Raven breastfed a hungry six-month-old, Ryan.
Ryan ignored him and sucked even harder while Ralph groaned and watched him suck those creamy, delicious orbs. How he wanted a taste of them, but they were oozing with Ryan’s food and Raven refused to even let him get a taste of them.
So he sighed and watched and again sighed till Raven smiled and looked at him. “He’s done. Do you need a taste?” she asked. Ralph jumped towards her. Of course, he needed it. He was dying to get a taste. Raven burped Ryan and placed him on the bed along with his toys. Ralph’s fingers stroked her breasts, feeling the rounded orbs thoroughly. After childbirth, he hadn’t
