Rocky Start (A Rocky Start)

“Are you okay?” Sean asks as I cradle the photo album. What I didn’t realize is they had made me my own copy of the images. It’s the best gift I could have gotten from them.

“I am. I had a great time. I can’t wait to see them again,” I answer with a genuine smile even though a part of me is sad. The loss feels so new and real, as if my father just died instead of nearly twenty years ago.

“Me too. I promised Drake and Eli that I’d teach them how to win at cornhole.” My cousins are all competitive, and it’s also something I’ve learned about my husband. He can be equally alpha even if they’re related to me, as if he has to prove he’s still manly in front of me.

“And I know you will.” I wink at him because Sean’s really good at it, sweeping them easily. I let out a yawn.

“Sleepy, beautiful?”

“Yep.”

“I’ll wake you up when we get home. Maybe I’ll just let you take a nap in your favorite chair.”

“Then neither of us will be sleeping for a while.”

“I won’t complain,” Sean growls, taking my hand and bringing it to his lips. I steal glances as we drive home and can’t believe how grateful I am that he chose not to give up on his love for me.

“I truly love you, Sean.”

“You’ll always be the love of my life, Georgie.”

Epilogue

Georgie

A year later

We my knees grind on the chair, humping like wild animals as I bounce on Sean’s cock. “Oh fuck, Georgie, you’re going to hurt yourself.”

“I need you to give it to me, Sean,” I demand, gripping his hair, horny lust seeping through my bones. My six weeks are up and I crave him more than I can even express. My pussy is more than sore, it’s desperate. I want him to the point of pain. Missing my husband’s cock has unbearable these few weeks.

“Then you take this dick. Ride me, baby. Ride my big cock and fuck your husband until you milk me dry.” He grips my ass so I can feel each finger dig into my cheeks as he pumps up into me while I drive my hips down.

“Fuck, oh my goodness. Shit, I love you,” I cry out.

“You’re everything to me. My precious wife. Now take it. Squeeze that unbelievably tight cunt and nut for me. Give me that pussy juice.”

“I’m coming,” I shout, screaming before biting down on his shoulder so I don’t wake the baby.

“Good. Flood me because I’m not done with you.” As my orgasm comes to an end, he pulls me off him and then sets me back onto the chair with my knees on the seat and my hands on the back while he climbs on back behind me. With a nudge of his knees to the back of mine, I feel his body over power mine. “Time to get thoroughly fucked, wife.” He thrusts into my pussy while his hand presses firmly on my head, keeping it pinned down over the edge. I moan ache for more as he fucks me harder, dominating my pussy, slamming in and out of me. “You’re my queen and I live for you, Georgie. God, I love you so much,” he bellows, coming inside of me.

The chair rocks as he pumps the last stroke and then I hear a creak and then we another. “Oh no,” I cry out. Sean reacts quickly, holding me close as we spin and he falls back and landing on his ass on the floor as the chair breaks.

“Babe, are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m okay. Are you?”

“Yes.” He chuckles. “Fuck, we went too hard.”

“I guess so.” I giggle as well. We broke his favorite chair. “Your favorite chair,” I sigh.

“It’s okay. We’ll get a new favorite chair.”

The sounds of cooing came through the monitor on our dresser.

“I’ll go get our baby girl. You can go wash up,” he tells me, stealing a kiss first.

Sean

Five years later

Bennett had been right. Georgie’s parents had gotten to be better when becoming grandparents, but they weren’t great by any means, and we didn’t have a great relationship with them. Still, we saw them once a year for the Christmas holiday. We all picked a family home and had a gathering with all of us. We usually picked Lakeland because then we had both the cabin and Marlowe’s estate, plus the gorgeous Christmas feel. The rest of the time we lived in warm climates, so it gives us a beautiful getaway.

It’s summer so I’m enjoying a relaxing time on my porch watching our four-year-old play with her dolls while my gorgeous and very pregnant wife takes a nap inside with our two-year-old son. “Daddy, do you want to play with me?”

“I don’t know. Last time you said I didn’t do it right.”