Epilogue
Logan
“We need to talk about your workload,” Emma says, giving me an exasperated look over the pie I’ve just put on the table.
Golden lights twinkle on the walls, and a massive Christmas tree glows and glitters in the middle of the room, filling it with the scent of forest. There’s a huge pile of presents under it, and even though I’m looking forward to opening mine, I also know there is only one gift I really need to be happy: her.
She’s dressed like a present, too, in a delicious red dress that will be so easy to hike up and… Right. She wanted to talk. I swallow and wrestle my thoughts back under control, ignoring my stiffening cock.
We’ve been together for a year, and Emma finally moved into my place after I built the perfect room for all her pets. I do everything around the house, and she’s often unhappy about that. She feels it’s unfair to me.
“What’s there to talk about?” I ask with a smile. “I love taking care of you.”
“But it doesn’t seem fair! Come on, you can’t spoil me like this.”
I smirk. “I can and I will. End of discussion—or do you want to actually talk?”
She huffs in irritation when I pull out the mask. We both know I’ll be the only one talking after I put it on. I want her all the time, and only my rigid control allows me to function when she’s around. If I put on the mask, my control will be obliterated, and I’ll fuck her raw until we’re both exhausted.
“Don’t you dare,” Emma growls, which is too fucking cute. “This discussion isn’t over. At least let me do the laundry from time to time!”
I roll my eyes. “Emma, you hate doing the laundry. And I like it. In fact, look what I have here.”
She presses her lips together to stifle a smile when I show her a pair of her panties I carry in my back pocket. That smile doesn’t last long though. Emma frowns.
“I’m serious. We should divide the chores more evenly.”
I huff and put her panties back in my pocket.
“Yeah? Says who?”
She looks away, her jaw working. “My sister. Okay? But she’s right! A relationship should be a partnership, and I’m not pulling my weight. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
I shake my head, laughing soundlessly. Emma softens, glancing at me with those big, vulnerable eyes. I reach over the table and bop her nose.
“I’m the one taking advantage, pet. All you need to do is be with me. That’s all I’ll ever ask for, and it’s fucking enough. Do you understand? Or should I fuck it into you?”
Her cheeks color, and I know I have her. She sighs, licking her lips, and gives me a nod.
That’s all I need. Within seconds, I have her on the table, the dress pooling around her waist, her legs bare and spread open. I kneel on the floor between them, licking her sweet, sweet pussy with long, hungry swipes of my tongue. She holds the back of my head to her, her trembling fingers buried in my hair.
“You can’t get out of every argument this way, you know,” she says, but her voice is breathless, already distracted.
I take her clit into my mouth and suck hard. I can and I will.
She moans, her thigh muscles tensing, and I thrust my tongue inside my girl, where she is the sweetest. I don’t care how long it takes, but I’ll show her every day that I’m not really spoiling her.
She deserves everything I’ll ever give her and more. My sweet girl deserves all the pleasure and ease in the world. She deserves to relax and enjoy life, to be happy all the time, and one day, I’ll make her understand that giving her everything is what makes me the happiest man in the world.
I deserve my happiness, too. And she is it.
Soon, she comes with my name on her lips, my girl as she should be, pliant and overcome with pleasure. I take her into my arms and carry her to the couch, my cock so stiff, it fucking chafes in my pants.
I lay her down, and she tugs on my shirt, her eyes big and pleading. Grinning with pleasure, I shed my clothes, laughing soundlessly when she squirms with need, seeing me naked. Oh, she likes what she sees, and it’s just perfect, because I adore her gorgeous body. We fit so well. Everywhere.
I make love to her on our couch, filling her with every inch I have until she grips my cock tight with another orgasm. She moans and clutches my ass, pulling me deeper, and I bury my face in her hair, knowing I’ll never let her go.
She is my home, my woman, my salvation. I will show her every day how important, beautiful, and loved she is.