Still, I’m not complaining as he pulls my clothes off in record time and pulls his big thick juicy cock out.
I gasp when I reach down and feel how hard he is. It still boggles my mind that I get this alpha of a man turned on. I’ll never understand it. I just count my blessings and take advantage of it, enjoying every second of his lustful desire.
He spreads my legs and sweeps his tongue up and down my pussy until I’m grabbing his shoulders and pulling him to me. I don’t want foreplay right now. I want him.
I want that big monster cock thrusting and stretching me out.
“In a hurry are we?” he asks with a heated grin as he wipes his wet mouth with the back of his hand.
“I need it,” I moan as I watch him pull off his shirt and toss it into the empty living room. “I need it so badly.”
“As you wish,” he says as he repositions me on the counter, dropping my feet back onto the floor while turning me around. I thrust my ass in the air as my legs quiver. “But when I get this sweet little pussy into our new house, I’ll be sucking and licking it as long as I’d like. Understand?”
“Yes,” I gasp as I grab the other end of the island and thrust my bare ass back. “Now fuck me. Please.”
“When you ask like that…” he says with a grin as he steps up to me, grabs my ass cheek, and pulls it apart. “How can I resist?”
“Fuck!” I scream as he thrusts his raw cock deep into my throbbing cunt. I drop my forehead onto the cold counter as he holds it in there, buried to the hilt. “Fucking fuck. You’re so damn big.”
“And you’re so damn sexy,” he says as he starts to thrust in and out. “Don’t ever forget it.”
How could I? My man reminds me multiple times a day.
I tried to lose some weight a few months back and he nearly flipped. He loves me with some extra weight on and refuses to let me lose any of it.
I can’t wait to see him when my stomach is fully round with his child. He’ll never leave me alone. That’s going to be fun.
We’re both grunting hard and barely breathing as he fucks me over the island in a mad desperate rush. It’s just what I needed. Fast and hard. No teasing, no romance, no gentle caresses… Just a rough hard fuck.
Our orgasms hit at the same time. Our bodies are so in-tuned now that they usually do.
I cry out as I cum all over his cock and he grunts like a beast as he fills my pussy with his hot cum.
When he pulls out a few minutes later, I’m glowing all over. It’s pure satisfaction. True bliss.
I watch with sadness as he puts his wet cock back into his pants. I always hate this part.
But it won’t last long. We have a big house on a huge lot and none of our neighbors can see into our windows. It’s total privacy.
Total freedom to walk around nude or to do what we do best in every inch of the house.
From the bedroom to my new art studio to the garage to the kitchen—we’re going to be fucking like rabbits every chance we get.
“Let’s go,” I say as I take one last look around the apartment that changed everything. “I’m ready to leave now.”
“You sure?” he says as he puts his shirt on and looks at me.
I walk over to him, kiss his lips, and grab his hand. “I am. I have everything I need right here.”
He grins as he looks at me with pure love in his eyes.
“Me too. Let’s go home.”
Epilogue
Emmett
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Six years later…
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An adorable little girl is waiting excitedly in the window when I pull into the driveway after work. She bounces up and down as I get out with a smile. The window is covered in her tiny fingerprints.
That’s our little Amanda. A creative and a firecracker all rolled into one, just like her mother.
“Daddy’s home!” our oldest, Willow, shouts as I open the door. She comes running, pushes her little sister out of the way, and leaps into my waiting arms.
She’s more like me. She gets fixated on getting what she wants and she won’t let anything (even her younger sister standing in front of her) get in her way.
“I’m happy to see you, but there’s no pushing,” I say as I hug her while picking up Amanda off the floor at the same time.
I swallow both of my girls in my arms, feeling so blessed to be in this home that’s full of love.
“Where’s mommy?” I ask.
“She’s feeding Isabella,” Willow says as she digs her little face into the crook of my neck.