Her body trembled as I traced her with my cock, teasing and stretching while she doodled a shaky little pink thing—a damn strawberry.
“Make it a garden of them.” I ran a paint-covered hand down her spine, leaving a handprint on her ass.
“Yes, husband.” She breathed, and I ached for her.For my wife.
The little strawberry garden was almost finished by the time she was glistening andbeggingfor me. So I notched myself againsther, paint covered hands sliding into the crease of her hips as I sunk into the world’s most perfect pussy with a groan of ecstasy and a quick thrust—she cried out and the paintbrush slid across the strawberries, ruining them, just like I was about to ruin her.
“Oh, God.” She moaned when I pulled out and snapped back in. “Yes.”
“Come on, baby, can’t you focus?” I set a languid pace. “Keep painting.”
“Feels too good.” She whimpered, palms flat on the canvas for stability, jolting forward every time I bottomed out.
“Then we’ll do it together, yeah?” I wrapped her hair around my fist, panting as I lifted her mouth to mine for a searing kiss, as paint slid between our bodies. “Be a good girl and pick up the brush for me.” She whimpered as I lowered her, trembling head to toe as she grasped the brush again. “Don’t let go,wife.” I crooned and thrust hard—her hand slipped, streaking across the canvas as she cried out. “See, pretty girl.” I thrust again, painting another streak, and another, and another. “Look what pretty art we make.”
“C-Carter.” She begged as we shifted across the canvas, thrust after thrust, painting our love story stroke by stroke.Priceless and one of a kind. Just like her.
“Yeah, that’s right, beg me.” I purred into her ear, executing a perfectly sinful method of retribution for the cottage.
“Please.” She whimpered, and I could tell she was getting close—I could feel her fluttering around me, tight and perfect, could see her stretching to accommodate me as I gave her everything she deserved and more.
“Fuck, you look so good taking me like this,” I rasped, mesmerized as I watched the place where we were joined.
With paint getting too close to intimately important places anyway, our little game quickly gave way to frantic, demanding desire, and when her voice was raw and she was trembling around me with her climax, I finally spilled myself into her before collapsing ontothe canvas.
I dragged her on top of me, painting my chest with her colorful tits. “Thank you, husband.” She murmured, eyes heavy, completely satiated. “For everything”
“You are so very welcome, wife.” I ran my fingers down the length of her back, I loved that word, loved calling her that, lovedbeingher husband.
Meow.I turned my head and chuckled, realizing we’d had an audience this whole time.
“Ranger, no,” Sara warned, “stay over there!” But it was too late. That darn cat wasobsessedwith Sara, followed her around the house, day and night.
Ranger wasted no time sauntering right across the painting, tracking little paw prints everywhere as he made a beeline for our favorite person. I chuckled when he climbed right on top of Sara’s back and perched like a little bug, purring so loud, I could practically feel it vibrating through Sara’s body.
Sara groaned with a laugh. “I guess it’s fitting that everyone gets to make their mark on our family portrait.” I smiled, obsessed with the start of our little family. “Why don’t you take me up to the shower for round two?” Sara gave me a soft, satiated smile. “Because as good as you look naked, I need to get you cleaned up. I might have a little surprise foryoutoo.”
“Do you now?” I smirked, because the truth was,I had one last secret of my own.This right here was my family, my future, my everything, and it was time to let the world know she wasmine. No more playing house in secret.
CHAPTER 61
His Last Secret
CARTER
Sara was beaming as she removed her hands from my face. “Surprise!” A chorus of voices shouted as several loud pops sounded, resulting in a flurry of colorful paper confetti.
I grinned, seeing the smiling faces of all our friends filling the roof of the Vandenbergh building, filling the elegant bar from corner to corner.
“Aren’t you sneaky.” I chuckled, keeping a secret of my own tucked away for later.
“You didn’t think I was going to let you get away with your merger without celebrating, did you?” Sara grinned, making space as friends surrounded us. “I’ll get us some drinks.”
“Congrats, man.” Cade stuck his hand out and winked. “I look forward to our future endeavors.” His cousins crowded in. “Hey, I heard about the accident. Glad to see you’re on the mend.” Cash clapped me on the back.
Chase chimed in, “We’re looking forward to flying Kensington Airlines.”
I chuckled. “It’s good to see you guys.”
