“Oh, fuck, Alena.” His veins tense; his grip bruising. “Come, Babygirl. Squirt on my dick.Fuucckk, I love you.”
I fall over my edge and the release is exquisite, exploding with pleasure, emotions bursting through me. “Loch!” I can’t stand with my pussy uncontrollable and pulsing, drenching his dick and our thighs.
He growls, grabbing my waist tighter, holding me up, his neck straining with his roar. The whole mountain can hear him come, and I feel it. His thick shaft, jumping with his release. His loud grunts, pumping his cum inside me. He doesn’t stop as another orgasm ripples down my body.
“Fuucckk, Babygirl.” He blankets me. Grabbing my hands on the tree, he pants, “Fuck, Alena, I can’t stand; I came so hard missing you.”
I rasp, dizzy, worried. “Do we need to lie down?”
“No.” He grins, sweating. “I’m okay as long as I’m inside you.”
I turn my chin, taken by his deep kiss. I cry, overwhelmed, a happy sob crawling up my throat, but it’s chased away with his tender sigh. “I love you, Alena.” Emotion chokes his voice. “Fuck, Babygirl, I missed you so much and never again. You’re by my side forever now.”
“I love you too.” I lace our fingers together against the tree. “All our babies and our log cabin. Promise me.”
He smiles into our kiss. Like we can feel Fate, our first daughter, blooming inside my body. A body he won’t leave as he vows, “I promise I’m not done with you everandtonight.”
“Oh?” I love how we love each other so much that we let anyone see it. “What did you have in mind?”
He reads my mind, grinning. “We have an ass to train and a show to record for our fans.”
The temperature is dropping as I reheat, reunited, sighing over our lips. “Yes, Sir.”
He nuzzles his nose to mine. “Whoelseam I for you?”
Hidden secrets and identities; there are none left between us.
I nuzzle him back. “Yes, myking.”
“Walk in front of me with your dress up,” he commands, eyes ignited, “while I watch my cum drip from your pussy.” He nips my lip. “And do it like my queen.”
Proudly, I obey.
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
LOCH
Weeks pass in peace.
Well, relative peace when it comes to my family. It’s a journey of all hell breaking loose, punctuated by heavenly days and hot nights.
Can’t complain.
It gives me moments like this.
“Blech!” Alena sputters, spitting chunks. “There’s sand in my turkey sandwich.”
I laugh. “I’m trying here, but beach picnics are overrated.”
I lie, propped on my elbow on our blanket. Our lunch is fucked, but our love isn’t. It started right here, on Folly Beach, and Fate is right here with us. Giving us a mild, sunny January afternoon with practically no one here but us, the dunes, lulling waves, and a question I need to ask.
Again.
“So, is dessert out of the question?” I reach into our basket and pull out a wrapped surprise.
She eyes it, smiling. Her sparkling glare slides from the treat in my hand to the gleam in my eyes.
“Okay.” She sighs warmly. “I know what you’re going to dotoday, and of course, thank you, I love you, and I’ll say yes, but please don’t let me crack a tooth on a ring hidden in cheesecake.”
