“I wanted to experience it. To be filled with your seed.”
My cock cannot withstand such an onslaught.
Not to mention, her pussy is so tight that even the slightest movement feels exquisite.
“Annabelle—” I warn.
“I wanted it, Alfred. Just as I want it right now.”
She thrusts back and forth on my cock, two quick pumps, and I am done.
I come hard, and I realize she has done it on purpose.
I lose control. I fill her with all of my longing. All of my pent-up desire for her.
And when she comes too, it only prolongs my spend.
Her pussy contracts again and again, drawing everything from me.
When we finally quiet, I pull her to face me.
“My love,” I say, staring deep into those soft blue eyes. “Will you ever tire of ruining me?”
“No,” she says, kissing me softly, then pulling away. “In fact, Alfred, I plan to keep ruining you until the day I die.”
Epilogue the First
One Week Later
Alfred
“I am not sure you should beallowedhere any longer,” teases Theo when I appear in our regular smoking lounge at the appointed time.
Annabelle has been feeling much better—so much so that she went to the theatre tonight with Evie and Matilda. She urged me to come here and see my friends. And so I have. But I was slightly worried that they would not welcome me, even if they are happy to see me anywhere else.
“I will leave if you prefer it, Theo.”
He rolls his eyes. “I jest, Alfred.”
“We won’t hold your comely, rich wife against you,” Daniel says. The baronet sits in half shadow, his dark fingers grasping a glass.
“Are you any closer yourself tomarriage, Daniel?”
He shakes his head grimly.
“No.”
“I am sorry for that.”
“One day,” he shrugs.
I am sorry that my marriage must be a reminder of what he and his fiancé cannot yet grasp.
He smiles.
“But Emmeline and I are very happy for you and Mrs. de Lacey.”
The opening door swallows my thanks—Peter and Bram have walked in.
