His

My hips slid back and forth, my body finding a rhythm just for us.

“Good. God, you feel so good.” Her words were serrated groans.

Fucking Catherine Miller might be the death of me. I moved my lips down to her hard nipples and pulled one into my mouth as I carried us to the sofa. We fell, and with one hand supporting me over her body, the other wrapped around her shapely waist, pulling her into me as I pumped away.

“Jesus, you’re perfection.” I thrust into her, and she took everything I had to give. My hair fell into my face as I pounded her, her moans echoing across the room, nails biting into my back, the pain-pleasure sensation causing the base of my spine to tingle. I ground my hips and circled, my pelvis working against her clit. I angled my hips and clenched at the flesh of her ass to lift her up into me, to position her to hit the spot on her inner wall that would have her coming apart beneath me. It worked just like I thought it would, as a string of curse words erupted from her throat and she came around my dick.

“Aww, feel so good milking me, baby. Your pussy is pulsing, pulling my orgasm out of me, tightening and fisting.” I dipped my head as I continued to thrust and grind against her. I caught her lips and kissed her as I pounded until my release erupted through me. Her body went limp beneath me, sated as I poured into her. Her chest heaved, her nipples rasping against my chest, arms over my head and fisting around my neck with pleasure.

“You fuck like a sex beast, Daddy.” She grinned a sassy grin that turned up her orgasm-flushed cheeks and made my cock throb. I could fuck her again and again.

“Stop giving me that grin.” I plucked her nipple with my thumb and finger, loving her squeal.

“Yes, boss.” She wrapped her arms around my chest, nails dancing across the bare skin of my back.

“Mmm, I like that.” I yanked her chin to me, taking her lips in a sensual kiss.

“I’m sore, Daddy. You fucked me straight into submission.” She giggled. A melody that sounded so fucking sweet to my ears, I couldn’t help but smile myself.

“I like the sound of that.” I curled her into my arms, relishing her soft breaths on my chest as we came down from our high. This woman was my everything and nothing in the world could change that. “Thank you for loving me, I know I’m a fucked up cranky old dude, but–”

“Oh, Parker.” She slipped on top of me, arms locking around my neck. “You’re the hottest and most generous and kind cranky old dude I’ve ever met.”

I smacked her on the ass and caused a squeal.

“Ow! What was that for?!”

“For calling me old.” I grinned, catching her lips. I flipped her, sliding her knees apart and stroking one long and slow lick up her glistening pussy. “And now I owe you that thank you for saying yes.”

Epilogue Two

Catherine – ten years later

“Babe, can you pick up the kids tonight? I have a meeting with those corporate bosses,” I asked my husband while chugging back a cup of coffee.

“That’s not a problem,” Parker said, picking up our twins, one in each arm, and kissing me on the cheeks. “Will you be home for dinner, or are we on our own?”

“Let’s plan for you being on your own, just in case. These suits usually like to talk my ear off.”

“Look at your momma, Sammy. One day I hope you’re a ball buster just like she is.”

“Parker!” I said, hating the fact that he constantly forgot to watch his language around our kids.

“Why are you busting balls, Mommy? Breaking things is bad.” Calvin, our very precocious son asked. Parker busted out laughing while I just stared at him with the look of death.

“It’s just an expression adults like to use even though they shouldn’t.” I said, kissing him on the top of the head. Sammy and Calvin looked at us, then at each other, nodding their little blond heads, accepting the answer without any push back. I felt so grateful that this hadn’t turned into another one of the many barrages of questions that they normally liked to fling at us, like most five-year olds tended to do.

Parker and I got married right after I finished college, we decided to wait to have children so I could start my career in social work. After a few years of me getting frustrated with all the bullshit I had to deal with, Parker bought me a drop in center. The man just went and bought me my own place. I fell in love with him all over again, right then and there. We discussed how that would be hard work and it would mean that we couldn’t start our family right away. Then two years later, six months after the center was opened, I got pregnant with the twins. Things were hard and busy but we made it work.