Epilogue
BLAKE
Christmas, Five Years Later…
“I love Christmas,” Kathryn says softly, snuggling up against me on the couch.
“Me too. You and the kids make it sublime.” I smile.
“Do you think they’re asleep yet?”
“Let’s listen.”
We both tilt our heads toward the ceiling, waiting for any sound that would indicate that our children, Josh and McKayla, are awake.
“I don’t hear anything,” she says with a naughty smile.
“Neither do I.” I smirk back.
I pull her closer as we sit on the couch and press my lips to her neck. Her scent is so familiar now, like the foundation of my life with her.
It’s hard to believe it’s been five years since we were married. They’ve absolutely flown by.
We both wanted a small ceremony, which we had at a church upstate. My folks flew in, and some folks from the office came. We said our vows, partied all night, then went back home and…did our thing.
Our thing…
It still hasn’t changed, despite the fact that I’m now vice president at Meyer Enterprises. When we’re at work, we keep things professional. But when we get home, the dynamics change.
I command, she obeys.
No one would guess what we’re like in private by looking at us when we’re at work, all dressed up in our professional attire, running a multi-billion-dollar company.
But we’re a couple of freaks, and we both love it.
So much has happened it’s hard to keep track. Kathryn got pregnant with Josh and then switched to working at home while taking care of him. Then McKayla came along, and I started handling more of the workload at the company.
Francesca was convicted of felony blackmail and has fifteen years left on a twenty-year sentence she’s serving upstate.
Kathryn and I have basically become a power couple but with two incredible children and a sex life most people could only imagine.
“Well, if they’re asleep,” I whisper, sliding my hand up her shirt to cup her breast, “then there’s no reason we can’t have a little fun of our own.”
I stand commandingly and look down at her. Instantly, her eyes soften. There’s not a woman on earth that’s more gorgeous than my wife, especially when she’s being submissive.
“Take my cock out,” I tell her. She instantly pulls my sweats down and grabs my shaft by the hilt. I’ll never grow tired of her touch. In seconds, I’m fully erect, aching to be inside her.
“Suck it,” I tell her. “And maybe I’ll go down on you.”
Her eyes flash, and she quickly takes me into her mouth.
I groan at the sensation—the warmth, the slickness of her tongue as she circles my crown. She learned quickly how to deepthroat me and does so without me even having to ask.
“Fuck, that’s right, baby,” I groan, twisting her hair between my fingers.
I start fucking her face, and she lets her arms fall behind her back, allowing me to use her mouth as I see fit.
I reach down and lift her shirt, exposing her perfect breasts. When she was pregnant, she gained a cup size and just never lost it.
“Play with your pussy,” I tell her.
I don’t have to ask twice. My incredible wife pulls her pajama bottoms down, exposing her shaved pink slit, and starts caressing her clit with her middle finger.
Her moans vibrate through my cock and into my balls, threatening to make me come already.
Even after five months of mind-blowing sex, she can still almost make me blow my load before we even get started.
“Goddamn, baby, I can’t wait. I need to be in you.” I pull out. Don’t come. “Stand up, bend over.”
She does as I tell her, putting that perfect ass on display for me. Possessed by her beauty, I bend down and bite her on both cheeks, causing her to squeal into the couch cushions.
Then I slide my cock between her pussy lips, putting it right where it belongs.
She takes it all the way to the hilt, and her slippery walls clench around my shaft as I start thrusting. Wetting my thumb with her juices, I play with her asshole just a little bit, a trick I know drives her wild.
Every thrust is heaven. My balls slap against her clit as I pound her faster, watching her ass bounce as she bucks back against me.
“Take it,” I growl, fucking her faster. “Take it, boss lady.”
Boss lady…
Our little naughty joke we still share from time to time. It takes us back to those first days of our relationship, before she knew where this was headed.
I knew. I always knew, right away, that Kathryn was the one for me.
I had two options: make her mine or die trying, and option two was never an option.
It doesn’t take long for either of us to get there. We both know just what the other one likes, and before long, I’m buried deep inside her, spraying another full load deep in her warm, soaked channel.
“Blake!” She moans into the cushion as her own climax hits her, causing her body to shake so hard she almost slides off me.
But I grab her tightly and collapse down on top of her, pinning her there while we both finish, my cock as deep as it can go.
Breathing heavily, I reach between her legs and press her clit, causing her to jump.
“Whoa, so sensitive,” she giggles.
“Tell me you belong to me. Tell me that you’re mine and mine only.”
She loves it when I tell her this, and I love hearing her reply.
“I’m yours, Blake. Yours and yours only.”
THE END