Her pussy is practically vibrating around my cock with the way her walls are clenching against me. I want to hold on—I really do, but it’s just not possible with the way I’m pounding and riding her body.
“That’s it baby, come all over my cock I’m getting ready to fill your greedy little cunt. You want that, don’t you?”
“Yes. Please, Hunter. Fill me. I want it all,” she begs.
“I’m going to give it to you. It’s all for you,” I groan just as I erupt painting her womb with thick jets of cum. I’m empty into her, coming so hard that I swear, I get lightheaded.
When I’m finished, I fall a little to my side, bringing her with me, pulling her leg over the side of mine as we stare at one another. She looks up at me, smiling, her eyes still hazy with desire. “Wow,” she whispers sounding breathless.
My lips twitch and if my woman hadn’t just wrung me dry and wore me out, I’d laugh. Right now, it takes too much energy. Some of her hair is sticking along the side of her face and I push it behind her ear, just drinking in her beautiful face. “I don’t know how,” I murmur without thinking.
“Huh?” she says, her brow crinkling with confusion.
I let my thumb brush her cheek and move to the corner of her lip. I lean in and kiss her forehead. Her eyelids close in reaction as her lips stretch into a smile and I can’t help myself. I kiss her eyelids too. When I pull back, she’s staring at me with so much love that my heart actually hurts. “Every moment I’m with you, I keep thinking it’s impossible to love you more and yet I somehow do. I just don’t know how it’s possible.
A tear slides from her the corner of her eye, and I lean back in to kiss it away.
“I love you so much, Hunter. I finally believe that this will be our life, and I can’t wait to live every single day with you.”
“Damn right, this is our life. Glad you’re finally on board,” I mumble, grinning so she knows I’m just having fun with her.
“I’ve been on board,” she giggles. “I just had trouble believing something wouldn’t mess it all up.”
“That’s never going to happen, Harper. You and I are in this together and even if we get pissed at one another, we will hash it out and work past it. This is forever.”
“Forever,” she agrees.
“Do you want to clean up before we go to sleep?” I ask, looking at our joined hands. I didn’t even realize we had my right hand linked with her left. I like it, though. Our bodies joined, our hands joined and love shining so bright out of her eyes that it could light up the darkest night.
“No. I like feeling your cum leaking from me. Besides, I was kind of hoping. You might want a round two.”
“Oh, I definitely do, baby. I’m actually aiming for round four.”
“Is that even possible?”
“One thing I’ve learned, Harper. With you, anything is possible.”
She laughs and then leans into me, kissing me before looking up into my eyes, her lips still barely an inch from mine. “Then, I guess you’re going to have to make me a believer again, Cowboy.”
“That sounded suspiciously like a dare, Harper.” She gives me a seductive shrug and I roll her over on her back, my cock already stretching awake deep inside her cunt. “Challenge accepted, baby. Challenge accepted,” I breathe out.
Then I get busy showing my woman just how much I meant it when I said anything is possible with her. In the end, it was three rounds for me, but I doubt she was disappointed because I made sure my woman got five rounds before, she passed out on top of me.
Epilogue
BEAU
One MonthLater
“Slider,are you sure you don’t want to try?”
“Nah, it makes me too nervous, Aunt Beau. I like working in the garage like Dad and getting my hands dirty,” he says, sitting in my mechanic’s chair watching as I teach Ty to paint smooth, even strokes, and not get runs.” We’ve been practicing for a month now and he’s actually got a lot of promise. I’m impressed. I make a point to have these sessions, not only so I can bond more with Ty, but so that he and Slider can spend time together because Robin is making that harder and harder. I’m about to knock Gordo around until he finds his brain.
“That’s it, Ty. You’re getting really good. Do you see why I made you sand the fender longer now?”
“Yeah, it makes a difference in how the paint goes on,” he murmurs, his eyes trained on his spray gun as he does his best to concentrate.
“It does. Did you know this fender is going to go on one of the Devil’s Blaze trucks they’re selling?” I ask, tired of sitting on my secret.
