Cruel Intoxication (Underground Kings 4)

And I will be when it comes to what is mine.

Epilogue

Owen

Six months later

I wake up to a hot mouth wrapped around my cock, pulling me from a dirty dream. I love it when I wake up and find out my fantasy is coming to life. I glance down and see bright green eyes staring up at me through thick brown lashes.

“Fuck, Jolie. I love the way you suck my cock.” She had never sucked cock before me and my God, I love being her first. The way she sucks me, she has no limitations. She doesn’t care that she gags or chokes, spits or coughs. She bobs and hollows out her cheeks until I’m punching the back of her throat, and she’s drinking every drop of me down.

Her hand disappears down her body, and I know what she’s about to do.

Which makes me need more than a blow job.

I need to be inside that tight cunt. I flip her over onto her back and steal her lips for a moment before I lean back on my haunches and stare at the magnificence in my bed. I rub my hands over her pregnant belly, cupping it with both hands protectively. She’s gorgeous pregnant, all belly.

And we’re having a girl.

Jaxon and Quinn’s kids are going to be best friends with ours. The hou

se is about to be full of children. There’s Dillon, Grayson’s son, but he’s older. I have no doubt he’ll make a good brother to everyone here.

I bend down and give the spot below Jolie’s navel a kiss, a new hot spot. There’s a new one every day since this pregnancy, and I love discovering them. I’m also fiercely protective. I’m not going to let anything happen to my new wife and child.

I wouldn’t survive it this time if anything did.

“Owen, please. I need you. I’m on fire.”

These pregnancy hormones are no fucking joke. I have to be ready when she’s ready, which is random, at any time during the day. Making love to her is a full-time job, one that I do gladly without complaint.

What really gets her going? When she catches me drinking water from a water bottle. I don’t know what it is, but she says it has something to do with how my throat bobs.

Whatever the case may be, I’m fucking happy she wants me like that.

“Is my wife needy?”

“Yes,” she whimpers, stretching her arms out.

Her breasts are swollen with milk a bit bigger than they were before. I rub my palms over her swell and knead her tits, squeezing the nipples, then tugging them how she likes. She can come just from nipple play now.

“Owen,” she grunts my name as a bead of milk flows free. I lap it up, and my cock oozes more pre-come. I think it’s hot that her body is preparing for our daughter. It’s more of an aphrodisiac than fucking lingerie to me. I think it’s a caveman thing too. She’s pregnant with my kid.

Mine.

Fuck. I need to be inside her. I can’t wait.

I knock her knees open and guide my girth to her tight cunt. I watch the bulbous head disappear, and the vein protruding along the shaft pulsates one last time before I slide all the way in.

“Yes, Owen! Owen!” She grins as euphoria takes over and comes immediately from me being inside her. She fucks me from the bottom, and I latch my eyes where we are connected and watch her use me.

I fucking love it when she uses me.

She likes to be in control, and I like to give it to her.

“Jolie…” She takes my breath as she squeezes her inner muscles together.

“Fuck me,” she says, cupping her tits as she bites her lip and stares at me with desire. Her pupils are blown with arousal, and the green I love so much is nothing but a thin line around the black depths.