I find myself growling low, my arousal so damn potent right now, I feel like a beast.
I work her pants and panties off, pushing them down her thigh until she can kick them away. I cup the sides of her neck, tilting her head back and claiming her mouth once more. As much as I want my dick deep inside her tight little cunt, right now I am more concerned about getting her off.
“Michael.” She groans my name against my mouth and I pull back just long enough to turn her around. With her chest pressed to the wall, I get down on my haunches and cup her ass. Fuck, the globes are perfect, round and tight like an apple.
The sound of her harsh breathing is an aphrodisiac.
“You want this, baby?”
“Yes,” she answers right away.
I spread the cheeks of her bottom, looking at her tight asshole and her pussy slit.
Christ.
She is so fucking primed for me, her arousal glistening off the lips of her pussy.
I don’t stop myself from leaning forward, running my tongue through her cunt, and lapping up her wetness. She is so damn juicy, so fucking sweet, just like a peach.
I fucking love peaches with a passion.
“Michael,” she whispers when I suck her flesh into my mouth.
I curl my fingers against her waist and pull her back more firmly into my mouth. Her breathing is labored, making me so damn hard that it’s painful. Hearing the little mewls coming from her only makes it worse.
I have to have her…now.
“You want more?” I say against her soaked flesh. I dig my fingers into her sides even harder, knowing there will be bruises on her soft skin come morning. But damn, that turns me on even more. Knowing my marks will be on her has my cock jerking behind my zipper, and pre-cum dripping from the tip, causing a wet spot to form on the denim of my jeans.
“Yes. So much more.”
I growl against her in approval and probe the entrance to her pussy, shoving my tongue in and out of her tightness, swallowing her cream as it slides down my throat.
She’s on the tips of her toes now, like this delicate ballerina about to come like the dirty fucking girl she is. The one only I can turn her into.
Fuck, I love knowing that I’m the only one who can get this from her.
“Give it to me, baby girl. Give it all to me.”
“Yes,” she cries out. “I’m going to come.”
Yeah, she is.
I lick and suck at her pussy faster, harder. I need her to get off like I need to fucking breathe.
“Michael,” she begs.
And then she goes off for me, throwing her pussy back in my face, grinding her cunt against my mouth, smothering me in her sweet juices. I grunt, reaching down and grabbing myself, stroking my cock through the stiff denim.
Her high-pitched cry almost has me coming, almost has me jizzing in my fucking pants.
When she sags against the wall, I stand, turn her around, and pull her in close. I cup her neck and kiss her soundlessly, plunging my tongue in and out of her mouth and making her taste herself on me.
She is mine.
Irrevocably.
Undeniably.
Always.
Epilogue Two
Michael
One year later
“That little bean right there?” I ask and stare at the screen.
“That little bean right there,” the technician says and points to the spot on the screen. “And that,” she adds, pointing at this little flickering flash on the screen, “that’s your baby’s heartbeat.” Then the thud of our child’s heart beating fills the room in the most glorious sound I’ve ever heard.
I start grinning as I stare at the screen, then glance over at Cassie. She’s chuckling softly.
I feel my eyes widen as I stare at the little miracle Cassie and I created. I hold her hand, her wedding ring digging into my palm and making me remember our wedding day and how I wish I could marry her all over again.
I glance over at the woman who holds my heart, the one I would do anything for, and I feel everything in me tighten. She’s my world. Giving her hand a squeeze, I force myself to not break down and cry. I’m just so damn happy right now. She has tears in her eyes, ones of happiness.
Every possessive part of my body rears up. This is my woman. She’s carrying my baby.
All is fucking right with the world.
“Can you tell if it’s a boy or a girl?” Cassie asks, and I turn my attention to the monitor again.
The technician laughs softly. “Sorry, it’s a little too early for that.”