One Year Later
Karla’s Epilogue
T he time in my life when I was happier than I was at this moment was the first time I looked into each of my children’s eyes. Things with my first husband didn’t work out, but I’d never regret the time I spent with him because he gave me my girls.
Speaking of Cairo . . . he’d spiraled out of control the moment he found out Elias and I were engaged, and I was pregnant.
He was so pissed, he began to disregard our custody arrangement and stopped getting the girls on his scheduled dates.
He’d often use traveling for work as an excuse, but I later found out in court that his job didn’t require him to travel.
I never pressed him when he canceled because the last thing I would do was force him to spend time with his children. I always wanted my babies with me, but it wasn’t about me. When the girls began to question why their father stopped picking them up, I had to take action.
Cairo showed his entire ass in court. After my attorney laid out all the facts, including the cameras he placed in my bushes, the judge was livid.
Instead of us having shared custody, I ended up with primary custody.
He got them every other weekend and was required to pay child support.
I didn’t want that because the girls loved their father as much as they loved me, but I couldn’t allow him to keep disappointing them.
Everything was settled about six months ago, and the girls adjusted well. They still missed seeing their father more often, and on the off chance he asked to see them, I never denied him. Unfortunately, he didn’t do that very often.
Thankfully, the void Cairo left with his inconsistency, Elias filled tenfold. His goal wasn’t to replace their father, but he had no problem filling the gap. He loved the girls as if they were his, and I couldn’t ask for a better bonus parent for them.
“I think your son is hungry,” Elias said as he entered the family room.
“Why is he only my son?”
“Because when it’s time to eat, he don’t care about nobody but you. I can’t wait to have them titties back.”
He placed Elias Jr. in my arms, and he damn near attacked me.
“Hold on, EJ. Let me get—my goodness, boy. You’re ridiculous.”
My son barely let me adjust my shirt to give him access to my breast before he started pulling and grabbing. He was strong for a six-month-old.
“Yeah. His little ass needs to be cut off,” Elias griped.
“I can’t believe you’re jealous of your son. You should be ashamed of yourself.”
He shrugged. “Well, I’m not. Look at how happy he looks. If I had your titty in my mouth, I’d be happy too. I don’t blame you, Son, but you might have to start sharing with Daddy.”
“Oh my God. Go find you some business while I put him to sleep. I’ll come take care of your spoiled ass when I’m done.”
“That’s what I’m talking about. You see that EJ? She was my wife before she was yo’ mama. You can’t have her all to yourself all the time.”
As if he understood what his father had said, he covered the side of his face with his little hand and gave his father the middle finger.
“Oh!” I gasped.
“I know damn well he didn’t?—”
“And did. My son said what he said. Now leave us alone.”
Elias walked away, mumbling, “I would go to the ends of the earth for that lil nigga, and this is how he do me. He’s lucky I love him more than life, or he’d have to go. I can’t wait until the girls get home so I can tell them how their brother played me.”
I laughed as he left the family room. Elias was an amazing father, and I love watching him love our children. Although I was approaching forty, I was strongly considering giving him one more biological child. He hadn’t asked, but I knew he’d be ecstatic.
Life was better than ever, and I was grateful to have found love after heartbreak. Falling in love with Elias was a dream come true, and I loved it here.
Elias’s Epilogue
While I waited for my wife to feed our son and put him down for his nap, I reflected on the past year and a half of my life. When I hit forty and was unmarried and childless, I’d settled into the fact that I might not have what my parents and brother had.
Then I met Karla, and I planned out our future within the first few minutes of meeting her.
Having her come back to my room that night was a nice bonus that had nothing to do with my desire to pursue her.
I felt something the first time our eyes connected, and I wanted nothing more than to explore that feeling.
There were some obstacles, our exes being two of them, but I think we handled them exactly how they needed to be handled. When the authorities finally caught up with Raven, she’d already found her next victim. She was a professional criminal, and it turned out Raven Bell wasn’t even her name.
Ravenia Bellford had a long list of crimes she’d committed over the course of six years, and what she did to me was a drop in the bucket. Ultimately, she was sentenced to twelve years in federal prison, and I prayed I’d never have to deal with her again.
“I should’ve known I’d find you in here,” Karla said.
I was in my man cave, which was in the bonus room in the basement.
This was where EJ and I hung out when we wanted to get away from the ladies in the house.
The girls adhered pretty well to my rule of not entering my space, but their mother was a different story.
She infiltrated my space often, but I didn’t mind because her visits almost always ended with us having orgasms.
“And I knew you’d know where to find me. I’m in the mood for a snack. You fed our son, now come feed his daddy.”
As she made her way to me, she undressed. She was down to her panties and bra by the time she stood in front of me. Karla’s natural curves were out of this world, and I loved every inch of her.
“Have I told you today how beautiful you are?”
“Yes.”
“Have I told you today how much I love you?”
“Yes.”
“Have I told you how blessed I am to have you as my wife and the mother of my children?”
“Not today, but you have many times.”
“Never forget the things I tell you, baby. I mean them from the deepest part of my heart and soul.”
“I know, and I feel the same about you.”
“Take that shit off and come sit on my face. EJ gon’ have to share them titties today.”
By the time she was completely naked, I was lying on my back on the end of the couch. As soon as she straddled my face, I went into attack mode.
“Shit!” she screamed when my mouth made contact.
I wrapped my arm around the top of her thighs and dined on her as if she were my last meal. Her juices leaked into my mouth faster than my tongue could lap them up, so they dripped down my chin and onto my chest.
With my arms still around her thighs, I used the tips of my fingers to spread her pussy lips. She squirmed but couldn’t get away. When I stuck my tongue into her hole while massaging her clit, she lost it and came all over my face.
“Oh my God, Eli,” she cried.
“Ride it, baby.”
“I can’t. I’m too wea?—”
“Ride it!” I demanded.
With the bit of strength and energy she had, she shifted her body over my waist, leaving a trail of pussy juice on my chest. When she sank on my dick, I damn near lost my mind.
“I love you, Eli,” she cried.
“I love you more, baby.”
I held onto her waist and fucked her from the bottom. Her breasts bouncing up and down above me had my mouth watering.
“C’mere,” I told her.
She leaned forward, and I took one of her breasts in my mouth. Almost immediately, milk began to leak from both of them.
“Baby!” she screamed. “Baby, I’m cummin’!”
While one of her breasts showered my face, I continued to suck the milk from the other. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and her pussy snatched my nut with a vengeance.
“Fuck!” I groaned as I filled her womb. “Is it too soon for another baby? I think you just got pregnant.”
“It’ll never be too soon, baby. I hope so.”
I’d dreamed of a life like this, and it felt good to know that dreams did come true.
THE END