Hungry For More

“I love you too, bombshell. Now ride my cock and say it again.”

I lean back on my elbows as she works her hips back and forth until she’s seated all the way to the hilt. I’m big by all standards, and my cock is no exception. It takes her a second to get adjusted, but when she does she starts to move. Her little pussy has been worked over in the last twenty-four hours, but it’s not going to be over any time soon.

“That sweet little pussy can’t get enough.” I watch where we’re connected, and seeing my dick disappear inside of her is like God creating light. It’s like I’ve been blind my whole life until the day I met Sage. “You’re going to make me lose my nut.”

I reach out and graze her clit with my knuckle as she moves on top of me, and it makes her clench harder. Fuck, she’s too damn good for me, but I won’t let her go.

She says what I want to hear, and my cock swells every time “I love you” passes her lips. This might be new, but it’s real and nothing is ever going to change that.

“I bet you’re going to look so pretty as a bride carrying my baby down the aisle.” I rub my hand across her belly and hold it there while my thumb plays with her clit.

“Oh god, I’m cumming!” she gasps. She stops rocking and grinds down onto me.

I hold her there and sit up so there’s not an inch of space between us. I kiss her lips and whisper how much I love her as I empty my cock inside her warm, tight pussy. Everything in my life has led to this moment, and I’m grateful that she’s mine. I wasn’t planning on falling in love and making a family like this, but the second I laid eyes on her I knew it was the only path in front of me.

“You’ve ruined me,” I say as I fall back on the bed and take her with me. “I had plans to feed you.”

“We can have breakfast in bed,” she laughs, and I kiss her softly. “Just as soon as one of us can move enough to get up.”

“Maybe a nap first,” I say and then cuddle close to her and rub her back. Already she’s turning me into a new and better man. One that sleeps in and cuddles.

“What are you going to do about work, about traveling?” she asks as she rubs her hand across my chest.

“I can do my job anywhere you are. If you want to travel with me, we can see the world. Or we can get a house and make it our home. The world is ahead of us and the choice is yours.”

“I’m so thankful that we found each other,” she says as she sits up and looks at me.

“Me too, bombshell. Me too.”

Epilogue

Sage

Two months later…

“Jensen!” I squeak as he pushes me back into the bathroom. I pretend to sound shocked, but I have to hold back a giggle. I’m starting to think he has a thing for bathrooms, or maybe it’s just a thing for me.

I went too far this time and I knew it when I watched his jaw clench as we sat at the table together eating dinner. I barely missed him reaching for me as I jumped up from my chair and pretended I needed to go to the ladies’ room.

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, and Mom talked us into staying with them for a few days. I should have said no since Jensen and I have a problem keeping our hands to ourselves. Things like this keep happening, but seeing my family with Jensen is what made me cave. I wanted him to spend a Christmas with his new family.

“You shouldn’t tease me,” he grunts before his mouth is all over me. I don’t fight it because there’s never a point. Not that I would anyway, because I love everything about his dominating ways. It works for us and we learned quickly that everything about the two of us works. We fit perfectly together and some part of him always knows what I need before even I do. He gives me that and so much more.

“I wasn’t teasing you,” I say between kisses. I was teasing the waitress. It was shameless and wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. She knew Jensen was mine and still she tried to catch his eye. I might have been a little bit more handsy than normal for what we do in public. Jensen is always touching me and he doesn’t care where we are.

“Your tits are practically falling out,” he growls.

His mouth trails down my neck and I know I’m going to have to wear a turtleneck tomorrow. Damn it. I have a light-up Christmas sweater I was going to wear. Jensen grazes his teeth along my cleavage and this time I’m the one who moans and all thoughts of the sweater leave my mind. This is worth it.