39. EPILOGUE 2 - RINGO
My wife stares up at me, completely naked as I take her in, and fuck, how didn’t I notice her tits getting bigger? She’d stopped breastfeeding at the start of this year, and although I still suckled on her ripe pink nipples, her milk eventually dried up.
I don’t think there’s anything sexier than my wife carrying a child. And this time, the miracle growing inside her is also a part of me.
Fuck, I’m blown away.
I’m also hard as hell, fucking drooling to sink inside her, so I drag my shirt over my head and pop the button on my pants as I point to the bed.
“Bend over.”
Even though there’s an eyebrow raise, she does what she’s told, turning her back on me and bending over the mattress, poking her perfect round globes towards me.
“Face on the bed, and use your hands to part your cheeks.”
Again, my Angel does as she’s told, now very used to me directing her.
Resting her head on the mattress, she reaches back, gripping her arse and pulls her cheeks apart to expose her pretty little puckered rose.
Fuck, my cock jumps at the sight.
“We’re using the big one tonight,” I tell her, reaching for the black teardrop shaped plug with the jewel in the end.
“The big one? We haven’t used that one before.” She squeaks, and I grin, loving how she sounds a little scared, yet spreads those cheeks wider.
“It’s okay, Angel. You can take it.”
Her breathing quickens noticeably as I reach for the lube and start coating the plug.
“Colour?” I ask, and her husky aroused voice answers quickly.
“Green.”
“Good girl.” I smirk, drizzling more lube between her cheeks, watching it run over the entrance of her back passage, and she moans, squirming her hips like she’s hungry for her arse to be filled.
My Angel has come a long way since the first night I met her. She’s very much her own sexual being now, and mostly prefers me to take control and be more dominant, letting her fall into her submissive tendencies so she doesn’t have to think or make decisions.
She just gets to feel.
“You want this to fill your tight arse?” I ask, holding it in front of her face so she can see just how big it is, and her breathy moan follows as she nods.
“Yes.”
I don’t hesitate then, pressing the tip to her back entrance and slowly easing it in.
She helps by spreading her cheeks wide, but when the size of it meets the resistance of the tight ring of muscle just inside, I smooth my hand over her globe.
“Relax, Angel. Let me fill you.”
Another moan has her relaxing just the way we need, and the plug finally sinks right in, all the fucking way.
“Fuck, you should see how pretty this arse is with the jewel in it, Abs,” I say, shoving my pants down and giving my throbbing cock a good, tight pump.
“Stand up and face me,” I demand, and she does, although a little awkwardly as she turns to face me while I step out of my pants and boxers. “Lay back on the bed, feet dangling over the side.”
She moves quickly, getting into place, another moan falling from her lips as the plug pushes deeper from the new position. My Angel automatically spreads her legs for me, showing off her glistening cunt, and the way her clit is already swollen with need.
I drop to my knees, pushing her thighs further apart and latching onto her clit like it’s a nipple I’m desperate to drink from.
She bucks under me, arching off the bed, her fingers delving into my hair as she moans, and I devour her needy little clit for a few minutes, making sure she’s nice and slick for what comes next.
“Cam!” she cries, fisting the sheets beside her, and I break off, not wanting her to come yet.
“I’m going to need your help tonight, Angel.” I smirk down at her when her brows lift.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, tonight, we are going to be using a couple of extra toys.”
Her cheeks flush the way they do when she gets embarrassed, but she still nods, a very fucking willing participant.
“What toys?” She glances over to the bedside table to see what I just placed on top.
“The pink dildo?” she squeaks, and I nod.
“Yeah. You think you can take me and it at the same time?”
Her eyes widen, locking with mine.
“In the same hole?”
I chuckle and nod. “In the same hole. Just like the times we’ve used both of our fingers.”
And there go her cheeks again. Fucking stunning.
“Oh… I guess we can try.”
“Hell yes we are going to try, and this other toy will help.”
I hold up the hand-held device meant for self pleasure, watching her brows tug together.
“I have no idea what that is.”
I chuckle. “It’s a clit sucker, Angel. You’ll hold this over your clit, while I fuck you with my cock and the dildo, and we are going to drench this fucking room.”
Her lips part, another breathy moan escaping her, and I bet she just got a whole lot wetter.
She loves my fucking filthy mouth. Loves when I whisper dirty everythings into her ear as we fuck. She told me once she’s a visual person, so everything I say pops up like a movie reel in her head, and fuck, I wish I could see her thoughts.
I quickly show her how the clit sucker works, and she tries it out, biting her lip as her eyes dart away from me in embarrassment.
Yeah, she still gets timid around me, and it’s one of the things I fucking adore about her.
When she presses it to herself properly, that timidness falls away as the toy works its charm, stimulating her needy clit and turning her wanton.
While she’s doing that, I glide the pink dildo through her slickness and ease it inside her.
It takes fucking everything in me not to drive myself straight into her tight, hot cunt, wanting to make sure she adjusts around the size of the dildo before I stretch her wider.
She’s pretty fucking full right now with the plug in her arse, and the girthy pink cock filling her cunt, so I fuck it in and out of her, watching how each time the pink silicone appears wetter. Slicker.
“You ready to take me too, Angel?” I growl, trying to hold myself back for as long as possible.
“Yes,” she moans. “I’m so close.”
“That’s good. Make sure you come whenever you need to, but just so you know, I’m not going to stop until you’ve come a few times, and I’ve filled you with my seed.”
She nods desperately, spreading her legs wider like she’s hungry for it, and I hold the dildo in place as I press the tip of my cock to her entrance underneath it.
Then, so slowly, I ease in right alongside the dildo.
“Fuuuuck,” I rasp, my face contorting to match hers as the pleasured pain of it hits us both.
It’s a fucking tight fit squeezing in, the plug in her arse adding to the crammed space, while the vibrations of the clit sucker travel through, gifting me with the most intoxicating sensory overload I never knew I needed until now.
“You’re so big,” she pants as I start moving inside her, surging in faster as the ripples of the dildo give me extra stimulation.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I grind out, my fingers bruising as they dig into her upper thighs, and I pump in and out, watching her tits jiggle with each thrust.
“I feel like I’m going to…ahhhh.” She half moans, half screams as I move faster.
“Going to what?” I snap.
“Make a mess,” she rushes out, and I fucking grin.
"Please make a mess,” I practically beg her. “Dirty me up, Angel. Let’s get fucking filthy.”
“Oh my God… I’m going to—”
Her orgasm slams into her, sending ripples through her cunt, milking my cock and the dildo inside her as she cries out, arching her back off the bed.
I pound harder, faster, knowing she’s pliable as fuck right now, her slickness slippery in the best fucking way.
But I’m not done with her yet. There’s nowhere near enough mess.
“Angel,” I snap as her hand falls slack, and she nearly drops the sucker. “Put it back on.”
Her eyes snap open, locking with mine as her chest rises and falls.
“But—”
“No fucking buts. Put it back on now,” I snap, thrusting over and over.
She fumbles for it, but manages to get a hold of it again, pressing it to her, and the moment the suction attaches, she bucks and screams.
“Keep it on!” I order, even though she’s trembling like she can barely handle the sensitivity.
And perhaps she can’t.
“Colour?” I ask, and she trembles, her eyes locked on mine as I fuck her.
“Green.”
Fuck yes.
I go harder, feeling her shudder over and over, and I grip the end of the dildo, working that fucking thing in and out of her in opposite rhythm to my cock, making sure the girthy stretch never stops.
Another orgasmic wave hits her, and fuck yes! This time, she squirts, the spray drenching my cock and balls, but also spraying up onto my stomach.
“Good girl,” I groan. “Such a good fucking girl.”
“Can I stop y-yet?” she stammers, but I shake my head.
“No fucking way. Keep going. I’m not dirty enough yet.”
She whimpers, so I ask again.
“Colour.”
“G-green,” she pants, writhing, and even though I can tell she’s nearly reached her limit, she thrusts back against me like she’s hungry for more.
I’m nearly fucking done though, the fight to hold myself back is almost impossible, so the moment she starts coming again, milking my cock as she drenches us both, I let go, throwing my head back with a roar as I pump cum deep inside her.
My whole body jerks with each wave that rips from me, and when it finally subsides, my legs are fucking shaking and weak.
As we both come down from another mind blowing high, I ease my cock and the dildo from her, and relieve her of the clit sucker, turning it off and tossing the fucking thing on the bed.
“You okay?” I ask, and she nods, a drunk-like grin spreading across her face.
“I’m more than okay,” she breathes, and I place my hand on her stomach.
“How about this?” I ask, feeling how firm it is. “Wait. When are you due?”
“April.” She smiles. “Just before Bobbi’s second birthday.”
“Fuck.” I beam down at my wife. “Our little family is getting bigger.”
“It is. How big do you want it?”
I chuckle at her question. “Six kids will do.”
She practically chokes on her own saliva, coughing. “Tell me you’re joking.”
“I am,” I snicker. “Maybe.”
Pushing herself up on her elbows, she reaches for me, and we ignore the mess we’ve made, focusing on each other.
“Let’s compromise.” She winks playfully. “Three kids. But we have sex like we are aiming for twenty.”
I throw my head back laughing and hold my hand out between us.
With her flushed cheeks and wild hair, she looks completely ravaged as she takes my hand in hers.
And then we shake.
“You have a deal, Mrs Musgrove.”