“Come for me,” he urged.
“Together,” I gasped back.
“Yes,” he hissed out as I tilted my hips up on his next thrust and moaned when he filled me completely, and my pussy fluttered around his cock. His body went rigid, and I finallytumbled headlong over the edge he’d held me suspended over for so long. My body trembled beneath his while he pushed inside one last time, holding himself deep and filling me with his come.
We lay there, wrapped together and silent for the longest time. I was filled with contentment as I traced my fingers along his taut skin and rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
“I love you so much,” I sighed.
“I know you do, Angel. I never doubted it for a moment.”
“Not even when I wore my shortest skirt to the campus bookstore and you caught that boy flirting with me?” I teased.
“I didn’t doubt what you felt for me, only whether you’d ever get around to admitting it,” he replied. “And I sure as hell didn’t trust that boy around you.”
“You don’t trust anyone around me,” I pointed out.
“Don’t expect that to ever change,” he warned. “It’s part of being mine and of me protecting what belongs to me.”
“I wouldn’t change a thing about you. I love you just the way you are.”
“Damn straight you do,” he said smugly.
EPILOGUE
MORGAN
Looking at my Angel’s belly swollen with our child was something I would never get tired of. Especially when I got to watch it bounce while she rode me to an orgasm. Her pregnancy made her incredibly horny, and she wanted to climb on my cock at all times of the day.
I kept my hand on her belly as she moved up and down on my cock. It didn’t take much to get her off nowadays, which was a good thing considering my dick usually ended up sore by the time I fell asleep at night. She really was insatiable.
“Angel,” I groaned as she swiveled her hips on a downslide. I watched as my whole cock disappeared into her pussy. She was fucking soaked and my dick was glistening with her juices.
“Need to come,” she moaned.
“We’ve got time, my greedy little Angel.”
“Oh, no we don’t,” she snapped. “I didn’t get to come this morning because your son decided he didn’t need a nap after all. You owe me an orgasm and you’re going to give it to me. Now!”
I loved how demanding she got when she was pregnant. So impatient for her orgasms. Not that she hadn’t been for the fiveyears before she’d gotten pregnant with our son. Although she was my Angel, patience wasn’t a virtue Angelica had.
I flipped her onto her hands and knees and slammed back into her. This was the best position to get her off quickly. Whatever my Angel wanted, I made sure she received. Especially when it was an orgasm.
I slipped a hand between us, flicking her clit in rhythm with my hard thrusts, my balls smacking against her wet skin. When I felt her tightening around me, I pinched her clit between my finger and thumb. The added stimulation sent her over the edge while I fucked her harder until I filled her with my come. That was a battle I’d won—there was never anything between my Angel’s pussy and my cock when I fucked her. A fact she’d yelled at me about when she found out she was pregnant only four months after giving birth to our first child.
She could yell all she wanted, I knew she wasn’t really angry, especially not once the doctor told us we were having a baby girl this time around. I had the most beautiful wife in the world, an adorable baby boy sound asleep in the nursery down the hall and our daughter was growing in my Angel’s belly. I really did have it all.
