“No,” he says as he hits the button that raises the window between us and the driver. “I want to take control of you.”
“Oh really?” I say with a flirty smile as the heat inside comes roaring back. “Tell me more.”
“I want to get you into that honeymoon suite,” he says with a sensual look in his eyes. “Lock the door and have a sex marathon. You, me, and three days of room service and constant sexual stimulation. How does that sound?”
I bite my bottom lip as I lean over him and hit the button, bringing the window back down.
“Excuse me, driver,” I say as I bat my eyelashes at Jackson. “Can you please drive faster?”
Epilogue
Jackson
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Thirty years later…
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I rub my groggy eyes as I walk into the kitchen in the morning to get some coffee. The sight that is waiting for me energizes me more than a dozen pots of coffee ever can.
My beautiful girl is on our deck in a sexy yoga position with the rising sun shining on the ocean behind her.
“Wow,” I whisper to myself as I watch Ella stand up and slowly arc her arms into the air. She’s stunning. After all these years, I still can’t get enough of her. I’m still mesmerized by her.
Those big hips in light grey yoga pants are the perfect sight to wake up to. Her curves have filled out after birthing our four children and I’m obsessed with them. I love her thick body. I absolutely adore grabbing her waist and sinking into her from behind with that nice round ass in view.
My eyes never leave my girl as I grab the coffee pot. There’s an empty mug with a spoon in it waiting for me. My thoughtful girl always takes care of me like I take care of her.
I’m about to pour the coffee in when she bends down into a downward dog. Fucking hell… Her ass looks incredible in those pants. She’s barefoot with a sports bra that’s struggling to hold her big tits in. A light sheen of sweat is making her skin look all shiny and irresistible.
Before I realize what I’m doing, I’m walking around the island heading straight to the door.
“Hello, you,” she says with a beautiful smile when I open the sliding door and step outside. The smell of saltwater hits my nose. My girl loves the beach, so I had to buy her a beachfront villa to live in.
“Good morning, my love,” I say as I walk up behind her, my eyes locked on her gorgeous ass.
I’m wearing nothing but pajama pants and hopefully, pretty soon I won’t even be wearing those. My cock is getting rock hard as I come up to her.
“You need a spot?” I ask as I grab her delicious ass.
She giggles. “Not really.”
“Too bad,” I say with a grin as I slide my hand down to her warm cunt. She moans as I cup it with my hand. “You’re getting one.”
The kids are all out of the house. Our two oldest have moved out and our two youngest are at college. They’re coming home for the summer in a few weeks, but right now, we have the place to ourselves.
“I didn’t realize you’re a yoga expert,” she says as I start rubbing her pussy.
“I’m an Ella expert and I know just what this position is missing.”
She looks back at me with a grin on those plump juicy lips. “And what’s that?”
“A big thick cock deep inside you.”
I nearly moan as I watch her lick her lips. “Check the beach,” she says.
I quickly look along the beach and thankfully, there’s no one around this morning. I’m very happy that we sprang for the gorgeous luxurious villa on this secluded beach. It cost us a fortune, but it’s been worth it for moments like this.
“We’re clear,” I say as I drop my eyes back onto her ass.
“Then you’re clear to enter,” she says with a grin.
I grab her yoga pants and yank them halfway down her thighs.
God, I’ll never get tired of seeing this ass. It’s beautiful. It’s magical. And it’s all mine.
I shove my pajama pants down and grab my hard cock. Her legs are trapped together by her tight pants, which is going to make her feel even tighter and make me feel even bigger.
She moans loudly as I guide my head to her hot wet hole and push it inside. I sink all the way in with one hard thrust. After all these years of fucking her, this pussy takes me in nice and easily now.
I can still remember our first time together. How tight she felt. How grateful I was that I finally found her.
That gratitude is still in me. It’s grown over the years to the point where I can’t even look at her without feeling it burning inside of me.