“I never dreamed about the wedding, Ewan,” she said with a shake of her head. “My dreams were all about what came next. I was always more interested in the happily ever after.”
“You’re fucking perfect, you know that?” I asked gruffly, my throat thick with emotion.
Kaia’s melodious laughter sent tingles to my nerve endings. “For you, maybe, but that’s all that matters to me anyway.” She stepped back and tugged on my hand. “Come on, baby-daddy, let’s get hitched.”
I barked with laughter and let her pull me back over to stand in front of the officiant. Ten minutes later, Kaia was my wife, and we began our happily ever after.
Epilogue
Kaia
Two years later.
“Ewan!” I cried out my husband’s name as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me. “Shhhhh, Kaia.” He growled against my pussy, and the vibrations only intensified my orgasm.
His stiff tongue speared inside me as he manipulated my clit with his fingers. “That’s it, baby. Fuck my tongue. I want you slick and juicy when I stuff my big cock into this tight pussy.” I started to cry out again, and he lifted my hips to slap an ass cheek. “You’ve got to keep quiet, baby, or you’re going to wake Carson.” I bit my lip so hard I nearly drew blood.
He finally let up after making me come one more time. Then he slid his sweaty body up over mine until his mouth hovered over my breasts. “You have the sexist fucking tits, baby. But damn if they don’t make me even hotter when they are full and swollen from nursing our baby.” He licked each taut nipple, and I moaned, writhing with building need. “So sensitive. I wonder if I could make you come just from playing with your breasts.”
“Please, Ewan,” I begged, my voice breathless as I panted. My hormones were insane when I was pregnant, and it hadn’t lessened while I was nursing. Luckily, my husband had no problem keeping up. But I was such a quick trigger that teasing me during sex nearly drove me out of my mind.
“I have to try it one of these days, baby,” he mumbled as he rubbed his nose up the valley between my breasts. “But I can never keep from giving you whatever you want.”
He surged up and impaled me in one swift thrust. That was all it took to set me off again. “Fuck, yeah!” he shouted. I slapped a hand over his mouth, and my body shook from my stifled giggles along with the orgasm.
“I can’t help it,” he groaned, keeping his voice low. “You’re so fucking hot and tight. Your pussy squeezes the shit out of me when you come.” He panted and pumped his hips faster. I threw my head back and bit my lip again when he shifted angles and his cock hit my clit with every thrust. “One more, baby,” he commanded. “Give me one more so your pussy milks the come from my dick. Take every drop. I’m gonna fuck another baby into you tonight.”
As usual, the filthier he talked, the harder I came. He kissed me hard, swallowing my screams as I shattered apart.
Two more thrusts and Ewan exploded inside me, filling me with so much come it spilled out. He kept rocking as tremors shook his body.
“Mommy!”
“Shit!” I shrieked quietly when the doorknob began to turn.
“Relax, baby,” Ewan wheezed. “I locked it.”
I breathed a heavy sigh of relief. “Carson’s too young to see how babies are made.”
“Just a minute, sweetie,” I called out and tried to shove my husband off me.
“Hey,” he grumbled, even as he easily fell to his side.
I hopped out of bed and snatched up my nightgown. I stumbled and hopped around from trying to pull on my underwear while hurrying to the door.
“Mommmmmmmmy…”
I glanced back at Ewan to make sure he was decent and saw him sitting on the side of the bed, pulling on a pair of pajama pants. Throwing open the door, I scooped our one-and-a-half-year-old son up into my arms. “What’s wrong, baby?”
He’d stuck his thumb in his mouth and popped it out to answer my question. “Wan Daddy.”
Ewan walked up, and Carson immediately reached for him. “Everything okay, little man?” My ovaries just about exploded when Ewan brushed Carson’s wispy hair back from his forehead and gave him a soft kiss.
“Wan Mommy.” He reached for me, and I gave Ewan a smug look. Carson had been clingy with his daddy lately, making me feel a little bit like chopped liver. But a minute after I cuddled him into my embrace, he popped that thumb out again. “Wan Daddy.”
I passed him over and stared suspiciously at my precious little boy. He gave me a toothy grin, and I sighed, figuring out his game. “We’re not playing parent pong, Carson,” I admonished gently. “Time to go night, night.” He frowned, and his eyes welled up with tears.