Wild (Diamondback MC 2)

“You just signed the deal. Three kids it is. You better be ready. I want them close together. And you know what they say, practice makes perfect.” I grin at her.

“I think we have the practice down perfect, but there’s always room for improvement.” And that’s exactly what we’re going to be doing for the rest of the day, plus celebrating the fact my woman got pregnant within a few days of us being together. Fuck, that’s a damn good feelin’.

Epilogue

Persephone

Three Years Later

“Fuck, babe, you couldn’t wait on your man?” Not only am I Cain’s ‘Ol Lady, we’re also married, and I’ve never been happier.

“You know this child has me ready to go all the time. I mean, you can’t come home, strip naked, take a shower, and not expect me to at least start without you. Serves you right that you’ll take care of me or bring me in the shower with you.” I spread my legs wider, I’m completely naked having come to bed after I got Lavender down for the night.

“You act like you’re not always like that even when you aren’t pregnant, Persephone.”

“Drop the towel, please,” I moan. Two fingers are inside me, the palm of my hand causing a delicious friction on my clit. My other hand is on my breast, rolling the nipple with two fingers.

“Only because you asked so nicely. How long we got until Lavender wakes up from her nap?” Cain got home from a run with the boys, this time being gone for three days, a lot shorter than most, but it still left me needy as hell for him.

“Less than an hour, and I want your cock in my mouth,” I plead.

“How you gonna do that with your fingers in your cunt? Takin’ your pleasure away from me.” I’ve done it now. Cain is ticked, but I know what that means too.

“I’ll show you.” I reluctantly remove my fingers from my center, scoot down in the bed until my head is hanging off the edge.

“It’s like that, is it? Well, you better believe I’m going to fuck your face and eat that sweet cunt at the same time.” I no sooner have myself in position than Cain is doing exactly what he said he would. His cock is in my mouth, him feeding it to me. The way he’s using his tongue and lips, it won’t be long until the two of us come together, and then I’ll be begging for more.

A vibration works its way out of me, causing Cain to shiver and me to suck him harder, deeper, wild.

“Fuck, you’re playing dirty, Persephone,” he murmurs against my core, causing me to clamp my legs tighter around his head. Instead of answering, I swallow him until he’s at the back of my throat, sucking him down. Cain is a giver, and while I love to receive, it’s nice to once in a while do something for him.

“Fuck this, not coming in your mouth when I want your cunt.” See what I mean? This is what seems to happen anytime I try to suck him off.

“Cain, it’s been weeks since you came down my throat.” He’s already backed off me, moving us around until his back is to the headboard and I’m on top of him. Cain’s cock is right at my entrance.

“Wanna see my pregnant wife when I come, watch her tits move, the way you blush when you’re on the edge of tipping over, and don’t even get me started at seeing the way my cock tunnels in and out of your pussy. Now, is that a good enough answer?” Cain doesn’t give me the option to answer; he’s already pulling me down on his length.

“God, okay, maybe you’re right.” Plus, it doesn’t hurt that I get to look into his eyes, watch as his throat convulses, his head tips back as he paints my insides with his cum.

“Now you done talkin’, so I can fuck you?” I roll my eyes. I’m already participating. Cain just likes to give me shit. The two of us work together, me sliding down his hard cock, him thrusting up. His eyes are all over me in every sense of imagination. Just like always, Cain surrounds me, his sounds, his sight, his scent.

“Cain!” I scream out. The thing about me and pregnancy is that I come on a hair trigger now.

“Fuck, yes, tighten that pussy on me, take me with you,” he demands. My body obeys him, wanting him to get his. I’d have liked to say I watched him come, but I was too busy coming myself. There’s no better feeling in the world than knowing the man you love can match you in every way possible.

“I think I came harder than before you left.” My head is in the crook of his neck. We’re both in complete and utter bliss. My fingers trace the tattoo design on his heart where my name and Lavender’s are wrapped in wildflowers. I never did decide on a tattoo design, though I’m thinking if I’m ever not pregnant for a little while, I may surprise Cain with his name permanently etched into my skin, like he is in my heart and soul.