Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Slate gathers me in his arms. I love how he can be so filthy one moment and in the next hold me like I'm precious.
Before I can think too much about it, he steps back, his hands sliding away, and a slow, sly smile spreads across his face. Without breaking eye contact, he sinks down onto one knee, coming face to face with my pussy as the water rushes around his shoulders.
I freeze, my breath catching in my throat, my hands reaching out instinctively, grasping his shoulders.
“Marry me, Emma. Make me the happiest man in Colorado and say you’ll be my wife.”
Tears crash down my cheeks as I nod emphatically. “Yes. A thousand yeses! Of course I’ll marry you!”
Second Epilogue
Slate–six months later
"Hang on, Peaches," I murmur, locking my hands with hers as I drag my lips across her wet skin. She’s soaking wet for me, our bodies slipping and sliding together in the steamy morning shower. "I need a taste of you this morning."
I press my broad chest against her, the cool tile behind her making her squirm and squeal in delight. "This morning and every other morning."
"Mmm, I can’t help it." I plunge my tongue into her mouth, savoring her sweetness, something only she can give me. "You know it makes my cock leak to see my wife all soft and full with my babies."
My heavy tip nudges at her entrance, eager to claim her. I’ve never been able to get enough of her, and ever since Emma said I do three months ago, all bets have been off. We’ve fucked anywhere and everywhere, as often as possible, and I thought that honeymoon phase might fade—especially with babies on the way.
But I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Pregnant Emma is on a whole new level of beauty. Her skin glows, the once sharp dips of her waist softening into gentle curves, begging for my hands to touch, devour, and savor every inch of her. And then her tits—god, they’ve grown three sizes bigger than the day we got married. I’m completely gone.
"You don’t say?" She teases. "The new no-clothes-in-bed rule made it pretty clear what’s on your mind."
My grin tilts to the side. "I need constant access to please you."
I pinch one of her tightly puckered nipples, drawing a delicious squeak from her lips.
"I want to please you..." Her eyes hood as she slides to her knees, wrapping her dainty hand around my throbbing cock and licking her lips, eager to taste me.
"No, no, no, Peaches." I pull her up, melding our bodies together, lips first. "I can’t stand seeing you on your knees when you’re growing my babies."
"But I love having you in my mouth—"
"That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard you say." I nudge my cock between her thighs, growing impatient, and lift her into my arms, careful of her sexy, round belly with my triplets nestled inside.
"You’ve been so needy for me, baby." I slide into her tight, wet heat, our breaths syncing as we rock together. "Let me hear how hot my thick dick makes you."
Her tiny hands trail up my biceps, curving around my neck, pulling my ear to her lips. "I can’t get enough of you, Slate. I wake up soaking wet just feeling you beside me. Not having you all day while you work? It’s torture."
I swirl my fingers between us, brushing her swollen clit, licking the water droplets running down her skin.
"Oh, Slate, Slate..." Her head falls back, and I latch onto her neck, sucking deeply at her juicy skin while I fuck her hard and rough. My hands grip her waist, holding her securely as we move with practiced, desperate strokes.
"I’ve never been able to get enough of you, baby. From the first moment, you consumed me. Stole my thoughts like a thief."
My orgasm builds suddenly, her delicate pussy fluttering around my cock, lighting me on fire. My lips roam her skin, sucking and tasting as I move deeper inside her.
"One look at you and you nailed me, Peaches. I never saw it coming. I should punish you for taking me by storm like that."
"Punish me, then," she pleads, her voice soft and desperate. "I love your punishments."
The tension coils tighter, my muscles burning as her orgasm hits, her breathless pleas filling my ear.
With a deep growl, I spill inside her, my cum filling her, right where it belongs.
"Baby, you don’t know what you’re asking when you beg me to punish you like that."
"Try me..." she pants, her nipples still hard.
I duck my head, giving each of her soft, swollen peaks attention between my words. "You’re fragile cargo, my love. I can’t go punishing you right now. You’ve got the lead pitcher, catcher, and hitter of my little baseball team in there."
Third Epilogue
Slate–ten years later
The air is warm and thick with the scent of pine, the sun casting a golden glow over the Devil’s Peak Lodge and the clearing in front of it. Our boys’ laughter rings out, echoing off the evergreens as they chase each other through the tall grass, their voices rising and falling with the kind of joy that makes you believe in something bigger than yourself. I lean against the porch railing, a cold beer in my hand, watching them, letting it all sink in. It’s one of those days when everything just feels right, when the world finally slows down enough to let you appreciate what you’ve got.