His grip on my hips was tight enough to leave slight bruises behind, but that didn’t stop me from bucking my pelvis to meet his thrusts. “Feels so good.”
“It’s fucking perfect. That’s what this is.” His balls slapped against my butt as he pounded in and out of me. “Your pussy was made to take my cock.”
“Harder,” I panted.
“You want more?” He dug his feet into the mattress to move us closer to the headboard so he could grab it for leverage before slamming back into my pussy. “I’ll damn well give it to you.”
With the new angle, he hit my clit every time he thrust forward, and it wasn’t long before I was practically seeing stars as my inner walls were clenched hard around his dick. “Yes! Oh, yes! So close.”
“Give it to me, beautiful,” he grunted, somehow picking up the pace even more. “Squeeze that perfect pussy and milk the come from my cock.”
The reminder that he was taking me bare again—with nothing to stop him from knocking me up—was all it took to send me flying over the edge. I screamed his name as I flew apart, and Dash dropped down against me. He slammed into me a few more times, his fingers digging into my butt. Then he planted his dick as far as it could go and grunted, “Fuck! Yes!”
Hot splashes of come filled me until the fluid from our releases mixed and spilled down my thighs, making a mess of the blanket beneath me. When I managed to catch my breath, I panted, “I guess it’s decided. We have to buy the house.”
“Yeah? You like it?” he asked, rolling to the side and taking me with him.
“I do, but that’s not why.” I jerked my thumb over my shoulder. “I think there’s a rule that if you leave a wet spot during a house tour, you have to put in an offer.”
“I’m not one for rules, but I’m good with buying this place if you want it.” He nipped at my shoulder, just hard enough to leave a mark. “And since we already broke in the bed, we can ask them to leave it behind.”
We did even better, snagging the house for less than the asking price with all the furnishings included. Then I took my sweet time changing out the things I didn’t love until our home was exactly how we wanted it. There wasn’t a rush since we had the rest of our lives together.
Epilogue
Brynn
“I’m an aunt,” I whispered, staring through the glass at the tiny baby boy my sister had given birth to only hours ago.
I hadn’t been here to help Brenna through labor and delivery, but Dash and I rushed over as soon as she’d texted to let me know all had gone well. When we’d popped into her room, she’d looked pretty good considering, but Thacker had just been brought to the nursery for a little while.
Things still weren’t great between us, but they were better than they’d been when I first met Dash. I’d only seen her a couple of times since I moved out of her apartment, and never with Thad until today. But from what she’d told me, he’d done a complete one-eighty and become a decent human being after a “mysterious” mugging the week after we’d bought our house.
It hadn’t taken much for me to figure out who was responsible, and Dash had told me what went down when I asked him about it. He hadn’t stolen anything from Thad, but he’d left him in a whole lot of pain. And he’d earned himself a lifetime of blow jobs for it—not that I needed an incentive to give him one. I loved watching him lose control while my lips were wrapped around his dick.
“Not too long until you’ll be a mommy, too,” my sexy husband murmured as he hugged me from behind, resting his hands over my still-flat belly and propping his chin on top of my head.
We’d found out I was pregnant during our honeymoon in Hawaii when my morning sickness had kicked in. Luckily, it was our last day there, so we’d been able to enjoy our trip to the fullest extent. That wouldn’t have been the case if my symptoms had started sooner. Ever since he saw those two pink lines on the pregnancy test, Dash had gone into hyper-protective mode, treating me as though I needed to be surrounded by bubble wrap to keep me safe. And it was also a good thing that he’d rushed me down the aisle only a couple of weeks after we met, or we never would’ve made it onto the plane at all.
I pressed my hand over his. “We still have another seven and a half months.”
I felt his chest shake as he chuckled at my disgruntled tone. “It’ll fly by in no time at all.”