EPILOGUE
“Ba-ates.”
I clamp my thighs around his ears, and the kitchen table shudders when he wrestles his head free.
I make a grab for my pencil as it rolls toward the edge, and spread my other hand over my papers and notebooks to keep them from falling to the floor when the table rocks again violently.
Bates swears at having banged his head against solid wood.
He’s far too big to be playing around under there.
I push him backward with my foot and shut my legs to keep him out. “Bates. My list. I’m not finished.”
He raises his smoldering gray gaze above the edge of the table to squint at me, then he steals my notebook and pencil, scribbles a few additions, and tosses them back in front of me so I can see the revised list.
Scrawled below my tidy to-do items are some new ones…
— Hydrate.
— Let Bates eat my pussy till I come.
— Ride Bates’s fat cock till I come again.
— Get carried to bed.
A bottle of water is offered from down below, and I take it with a giggle. I drink some and allow my legs to be guided back open.
Bates rumbles with approval.
He tugs at my panties, but not to push them to the side this time. He rips the fucking crotch right out of them, so he can get back to lapping at my pussy completely unobstructed.
I gasp at his behavior — from both the shock and the thrill of it — and I spread myself wider for him.
His tongue swirls and suckles, and my head falls back involuntarily as I moan.
My chair creaks as he dives deeper, and he guides my legs over his shoulders. I trace the broad shape of him with my feet, feeling nothing but warm skin and hair.
“Are you naked?” I grip the table and steal a quick peek to confirm. “When did you—? You know what? I don’t want to know. And I was almost done, you fucking tease. If you let me finish up these last few calculations, I’ll be all yours.”
He mumbles something that I take to mean I’m already fucking his, and I should hurry up and realize that because he’s not stopping.
One of his big hands cups the underside of my leg, and the unmistakable sound of fapping rises from beneath the table.
The thought of him jerking off his lush cock while he’s tongue-fucking me makes my core restless and achy with need.
I can’t help rocking into his face, and it spurs Bates on like nothing else.
He grows wild and insatiable, doing anything he can to get a rise out of me.
When he pinches my clit between his lips, I clench my pencil so tightly that writing becomes impossible.
I grip the table and try to catch my breath.
“You’re making it very hard to concentrate.”
A satisfied grunt sounds from below, then both of his big hands run up my legs and under my dress to grip my ass.
His fingers dig into my cheeks, and he tugs me forward on my chair.
He grinds me into his face as his tongue pushes inside me, and when one of his big, blunt fingers starts tracing the rim of my asshole, I fall apart, bucking into his face.
His head hits the table again, and his grumbling vibrates through my pussy until my clit is thrumming with it.
He pushes his finger inside my ass, and my pencil snaps in my grip as a powerful jolt of pleasure rockets through me.
Bates moans and licks at me as if I’ve just given him a rush of arousal to clean up and he’s been gagging for it.
His finger slips from my ass, but his lips never seem to leave my skin.
They part and peck, but remain pressed to my body as he pushes my dress higher to make way for every kiss he sees fit to bless me with.
He takes his time, using his strength to keep me comfortable and supported as he cherishes every part of me that his lips encounter.
Little by little, he drags my limp body beneath the table, as a predator might drag its kill into its cave.
Stripping my dress away, he spends a generous amount of time acquainting his face with my rounded belly and swollen breasts.
His beard scuffs my skin, and the way he suckles at my breasts has me feeling needy and empty.
I begin to move against him, and he hums softly before nipping at my neck. He rises onto an elbow and gazes down at me with such love in his eyes that I could melt. Fuck the schedule, work can wait.
“You’re lucky we have under-tile heating, or I’d be screaming at you right now.” I scold him with a click of my tongue, but I can’t hide my smile. “You’re going to fuck your pregnant wife on the floor, then?”
Bates touches his nose to mine, then backs out from under the table, grabbing my ankle and pulling me with him once he’s emerged. My skin squeaks against the warm tile, and I giggle as he acts like a total caveman dragging me behind him until I’m clear of the table.
He scoops me into his arms. “I’ve got something better in mind.
” He carries me through to the living room, where he has spent the last hour and a half building a huge blanket fort to surprise the kids when they wake up.
“You can’t let the girls know we got to play in it first,” he warns as he ducks with me through the tent-like door flap to reveal a magical space filled with soft touches and lit with fairy lights.
“But by my royal decree, my queen will enjoy the palace before the princesses wake up and take over.”
“Bates, it’s beautiful.”
“Just like you,” he says, lowering me onto a bed of soft cushions and blankets before lying next to me.
I push him onto his back and climb onto his stomach. “I think the king is going to enjoy playing in here as much as I am.”
Bates laces his fingers and tucks his hands behind his head as he grins. “How will he do that?”
I lift my ass, guide his big cock to my pussy, and coat him in arousal before I spread my folds to accommodate him. I work myself down onto his fat shaft, rocking back and forth until he’s deep inside and we’re pressed together as I straddle him.
He wants a show, so I’ll give him a show.
He deserves it.
Bates Kelly is a beautiful man and a wonderful father. He’s even Dad’s favorite son-in-law — though being his best friend was a big advantage in that regard.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” I whisper, gazing down at him. “Just looking at you makes me wet.”
I demonstrate, soaking him as I roll my pelvis. His jaw clenches on a strained sigh, and his cock flares inside me.
I lean forward and grind my clit against him. “You fill your queen just the way she likes it, and you make her feel so fucking good.”
I move faster and draw his attention to baby number four by splaying my fingers over my bump and following the shape of my curves until I’m palming my breasts and fondling my nipples. “Pussy, belly, heart, and soul... You keep her full in every way.”
Bates moans. His throat stretches out the sound as his head presses back into his hands and the pillows, but his eyes never leave mine.
I lower my face right next to his ear and brush my lips against the earring through his cartilage as I whisper. “I’m going to come hard on your majestic cock, then I’m going to wrap my mouth around it and swallow everything you give me before I lick you clean.”
Bates groans, and his cock thrashes inside me like a caged beast as I cover his balls in my juices.
I’m going to suck those clean too. His hands fly out from under his head to still my hips as I mill my clit against him.
I’m so fucking turned-on by his unbridled response to me, but if he thinks he gets to control what he’s started in me, he’s dead wrong.
I grab his wrists and guide his hands back over his head before whispering in his ear again.
“I love the taste of your cock, Bates Kelly. It tastes like me — because you’re fucking mine.”
He squeezes his eyes shut, and I get a warning growl that I need to stop teasing him.
I don’t, of course. I fuck him faster, driven toward my climax by how much I arouse him. I’m too close to stop.
“Open your eyes and watch your woman come, Bates. And don’t you fucking unload until I get your gorgeous cock in my mouth. I want to taste your fucking love and feel it slide down my throat.”
His eyes open wide, watching as I ride him into another pussy-clenching, mind-shattering orgasm. Bates tenses everything beneath me. His muscles quiver with the effort of holding his pleasure back as I buck and gush mine at him.
He snarls something at me through gritted teeth, then whimpers and grips at my thighs to keep me pinned and still, but he can’t stop the way my pussy spasms around his massive cock.
“Fucking… fuck… Lanaaaa…aa..ah…”
Unleashing a stunted roar, he yanks me off his cock and begs me to catch the eruption he can’t hold back any longer.
I stretch my lips around the head of his cock, sucking and gulping down every rich spurt I can pump from his thick shaft with both hands. I fuck him with my mouth until he’s a swear-y, mumbling mess, then I calm everything down. I clean him up with long, indulgent licks as I watch him recover.
Every so often, his body will tremble and tense, and he’ll give me a little something more to lick up.
He’s breathing so hard, I don’t think he can speak, but his eyes meet mine, communicating all kinds of things — most of which makes me want to make him come like that all over again.
He looks as relaxed and happy and satisfied as I feel when I’m licking and suckling my juices from my man’s balls.
And why wouldn’t we be content?
Everything is fucking perfect.