“Yeah, that’s perfect, kitten. Good girl,” I growl, and she moans when I do. She loves being called a good girl. She works her special brand of magic on my cock and all I can think about is sinking this monster deep inside her pink, plump, juicy pussy. Once I get her on the private jet, I’ll make slow, sweet love to my wife before fucking her in every position known to man. I fill her waiting mouth and she swallows what I give her. I pull her up and kiss her.
“What a way to start off our honeymoon,” I say, kissing her again. “It’s your turn now,” I growl, putting her back on the seat next to me. I open her legs and pull her lacy panties to the side and dive in. I pull her clit into my mouth and suck it. She moans softly and grinds her pussy against my face. I can’t wait to get her behind a closed door and do all the things I’ve been wanting to do.
“I love you,” she screams as she comes so hard, she squirts, and I am drenched with her juices.
I don’t know what I did to deserve her but I’m glad I did it and I will continue to be worthy of the love she gives me.
Epilogue
Kylie
Ten Years Later
“Oh my God, yes!” I cry out as I ride Mitch’s dick for the fourth time today. Our vacation couldn’t have come at a better time for us. Mitch retired last year from playing and went right into sportscasting. This is our first family vacation that doesn’t revolve around a game. It’s been fantastic to not have to go to a stadium and wade through hordes of people.
Of course, a week of theme park hopping was first on the kids list of things to do. They are exhausted after a day of riding rides and eating things they shouldn’t. They are nine and seven and they crashed a good four hours ago. Now, Mitch and I are having a marathon of sex. I’m on top at the moment, giving him my all. He thrusts up every time I bear down. Suddenly, he flips us over so that I’m on the bottom. He thrusts in and out of me powerfully. Masterfully. He owns me like no other man ever has or ever will. I stare up at my name etched on his pec. He has added to this piece over the years and gotten the kids footprints from the days they were born.
“Take my dick, like a good girl,” he demands, and I have no choice but to obey him. My pussy clenches as I near my fifth orgasm of the night. This man is everything to me. Eventually, we collapse into a restful sleep. I’m fully satisfied. Not to brag, but I have been for years now.
For the third time this week, I wake up needing to run to the bathroom. I am so nauseous, but as soon as I feel better, I begin to think that I’m pregnant again. I clean up and rush out to get a test and pickup breakfast for my sleeping crew. I make it back to the room before anyone is awake. I do the pregnancy test but then my tiny tornadoes wake up needing food and I forget all about it until Mitch walks out with it in his hand.
“Babe?” he questions, holding up the test.
“What does it say?”
“Pregnant,” he says calmly. The tension in my belly releases. I knew it. I run into his waiting arms and he gathers me close to him. “You’ve made me the happiest man in the world, Kylie.”
“You want to talk about happy? Damn Mitch, it’s so much beyond that. We’ve been so blessed.”
“And we’re about to be again,” he says before kissing me. He spins me around and this is what I signed up for the minute I met him. He snapped me up and never let me go, never let me fall. We built the charity up and it’s been going strong all these years. Everything I am now is because of him and he says the same thing about me. He’s an amazing husband and father and I know just how lucky I am that he’s all mine. When he sets me down, the kids are dressed and ready to head next door to make sure their cousins are up and ready to hit the next theme park today. Wes and Gwen are in Orlando with us with their tiny family.
Just like that, life goes on and we’ll just have to celebrate later. Over the years, Mitch’s beard has gotten more and more epic, but I still fondle it every chance I get.