Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Her eyes blaze. “Your…wife?”
“Do you love me?” I ask.
She nods immediately. “You know I do,” she whispers quickly. Twisting my hips, I slide out of my boxers and let the tip of my hard cock press against her entrance.
“Then say it.”
Her face softens as I slide inside. She’s nice and wet, always ready for me.
“I love you,” she whimpers, her silky folds stretching around my girth, opening up to accept every one of my inches.
“And I love you,” I reply, gripping her ass with both hands, lifting her up and down on my cock. She’s tight like a fist. As she sinks down onto me, sheathing my entirety up to the hilt, she throws her head back and lets out a sigh of ecstasy. Using my good arm, I reach up under her shirt and cup her breast, squeezing hard, rolling her nipple between my fingers.
“Merry me,” I demand, grabbing her neck and pulling her in for a kiss. She accepts my tongue and kisses me back, hungrily, submissively. “Be mine. Be the mother of my children. We’ll make this a perfect home. Together.”
A moan escapes her lips. I swallow it, relishing in the pleasure I give her. Nothing makes me happier than watching her come. And she’s about to. She’s close.
“Yes!” she cries out. “I’ll marry you!”
Her hips buck down against me, taking my cock as deep as it will go. I pump my hips back up, and we go off together. Our lips lock in a lovers’ kiss as my cock pulses into her soaking pussy. Her muscles spasm, and her body twitches as her orgasm wracks her, and she cries out over and over as the waves roll through her.
“Yes!” she cries out, her lips open against mine, her hair falling all over my face. “Yes, yes, oh my God, yes!”
I snatch her hips and sink her down fully as her pulsing pussy milks the last of the cum out of my balls and into her womb. My wife’s womb.
“I love watching you come, my angel. You’re such a bad girl.”
“Your bad girl,” she moans, slumping down on me.
We breathe deeply together, moving in sync, our chests rising and falling with the same rhythm.
I feel my cum spilling out of her, dripping down my thighs and onto the floor beneath us.
My mark.
My claim.
I’ve bred her so many times now that there’s no way she isn’t pregnant. My lips twist into a smile. This is the happiest I’ve ever been, but I know that there are years ahead of us. Years we’ll spend together.
And this is only the beginning.
“You know…I still want you to tie me up, Daddy,” Avery whispers, giggling softly in my ear.
“Don’t you worry, angel. I’ve still got the rope.”
EPILOGUE
AVERY
Six years later…
“There’s my mountain queen.”
My husband slides his hand up my dress, and my eyes roll back as his rough hands grab my ass and squeeze.
“Rourke, the kids!”
“They’re outside, building a snow castle,” he whispers. “Besides, Tiff is with them.
I look past him out the windows and see Bradley and Trevor, our two little boys, jumping around in their snowsuits. Tiff is right there with them, helping them with the castle. A few weeks after Damon’s death was confirmed with the agency, I reached out and got back in touch with her. As it turns out, she had been trying to reach me but lost her phone, and with it all of her contacts. She’s working to become a nurse and is happy to come by and help with the boys from time to time.
Bradley came first, nine months after my first time with Rourke. “You sure are fertile,” I remember him telling me when we first found out. I was worried that he wouldn’t find me sexy when I started to balloon up, but he told me my new shape just added to my curves and he loved “every inch” of me.
And he wasn’t lying. He was all over me. More than normal, and that’s saying something. We were having sex at least three times a day, and that’s not counting him waking me up with his tongue between my legs or me taking him down my throat in the shower.
We were married two months before I gave birth. The real threat to our lives was gone with Damon and his mole in the CIA. We still spend most of our time up here in our mountain home, but we go out too. It would be unfair to the boys to raise them away from the real world. My father still doesn’t know where I live, and he’s not going to. Even if I was to forgive him, I know Rourke never would.
“You know what today is, don’t you?” he whispers, tugging my panties to the side as he walks me away down the hall.