Epilogue - Willow
One Year Later
I’m lying on my back on my bed in shorts and a T-shirt, staring at the smooth ceiling with no cracks as Alice giggles through the phone. “Wait, wait, are you serious? Your mother actually apologized for being a shitty mother your entire life?”
“Yup.” I laugh with her and check the clock on the nightstand again. Mike should be home from work any minute now.
“Holy shit. That’s huge.”
Her incredulous tone makes me laugh again.
“I know, right? She started going to therapy when she realized she was going to lose me. She’s even got my dad in couples counseling.
When we had Christmas dinner with them, they asked us a ton of questions about how we were doing. It wasn’t all about them.”
Alice sighs. “Well, at least your baby will have grandparents in their life. The extra support might be nice.”
I rub my growing baby bump and smile. This was another thing my mother was wrong about. Mike definitely wants our baby. We didn’t try to get pregnant, but we were both tickled when it happened by accident. And every day he reminds me how much he loves me, and the baby growing inside me.
I hear the garage door open and I quickly say goodbye to Alice. “Hey, I’ll catch you later. Mike just got home. Next time, we’re only talking about you. I need to know what’s going on with your man.”
Alice laughs, “You got it. We’ll catch up later,” and ends the call.
“Hi, Kitten.”
I put my phone down. Mike is standing in the doorway, unbuttoning his dress shirt, looking completely yummy in his business casual attire. The hunger in his eyes makes me wet, and I desperately want him inside me. I pat the spot on the bed beside me. “Hey, you’re home! Come cuddle with me?”
He continues stripping. “Do you know what day it is?”
I shake my head no, playing innocent, because I know exactly what day it is. It’s St. Patrick’s Day, and we both agreed that I was going to be his freeuse slut all weekend in celebration. “Can’t say that I do,” I tease. “Remind me again.”
In response, he raises his eyebrow at me while undoing the buckle of his belt and slipping it free from the loops of his pants.
“Really?” he says while waving it at me. “I think someone needs to be reminded what a little slut she is. Get on your hands and knees.”
Mmm, this is going to be good. I do as I’m told as he finishes removing his clothes. He peels them down to his knees before climbing on the bed behind me.
“Now Kitten,” he says as he rubs the tip of his cock up and down my wet pussy. “You better be prepared to beg like you’ve never begged before if you want to come this weekend. I’ve got a need to use my pregnant slut until she’s dripping with my cum and mindless from not having an orgasm.”
Oh fuck! Before I can say anything, he buries his cock deep into my pussy and starts thrusting.
I cry out in pleasure and move my head down to the bed, opening myself up wider for him.
We both have busy lives, so we don’t get to do freeuse as often as we’d like, but we take full advantage of it whenever we both have a weekend with nothing going on.
His fingers dig into the flesh of my hips as he takes me roughly, and his dirty talk makes me dizzy. “Fucking my pregnant slut. I’m going to fill you with so much cum, you’d get knocked up if you weren’t already pregnant. Let’s see how well you remember to beg while I use this tight pussy.”
When he holds my shoulder down, forcing my face all the way into the mattress, it changes the angle of entry and his cock drills in deeper and harder.
The friction against my pussy walls plus the tip of his cock hitting deep inside me makes it so damn good, my whole body shakes as the pleasure builds in layers.
“May I please come, Sir?” I pant, unable to get enough air.
I squeak in surprise when he slaps my ass hard. “Nope. I haven’t decided if you’re coming at all tonight.”
Shit, fuck. I try to hold my orgasm back, but he’s making it difficult as he continues fucking me and slapping my ass. Each spank is a pleasurable pain that heightens my arousal.
Finally, it gets to be too much and my whole body tenses, but I fight the urge to release, not yet asking to come because I’m certain that he’s not going to say yes.
When he reaches under me to brush against my clit, I scream into the bed and curse as I try to hold in my impending climax. “Can I come, please, please, please? Oh god. I’m going to come!”
I writhe under him and right before I come, he pulls out.
“Noooo!” My body spasms from the lack of orgasm, and he continues to rub my clit just enough to keep me desperate.
Mike bends forward, resting his lips next to my ear, still fingering me without mercy. “That was just the appetizer, Kitten.” He straightens and slaps my ass one last time. “Now get on your back.”
As soon as I roll over, I expect him to fuck me again, but he lies next to me and rubs on my belly.
I watch with curiosity as his hand slowly creeps up, pushing at my shirt and exposing my breasts.
He plays with one of my sensitive nipples, gently squeezing.
“My fertile goddess’s body is incredible. ”
He takes the nipple in his mouth as his hand glides down my body and between my legs.
I moan softly as pleasure radiates from my breasts to my clit.
He teases the swollen bundle of nerves with a light touch that drives me absolutely mad.
Right when I’m at the point of begging him again, he pushes two fingers into my pussy.
The pleasure makes me mewl out, “Oh, fuck, please can I come?”
Saying nothing, he keeps up a steady, delicious rhythm until I can’t hold it in any longer, and I beg some more. “P-please? Oh god, I need to come, please?”
In answer, he increases the pace, curling his fingers in a “come hither” motion while rubbing my clit. As pleasure surges through me, he sucks harder on my nipple. I’m so close to coming, I can hardly think straight. Every part of me throbs with need.
Without a word, he pushes deeper, hitting that spot inside me that always makes me lose control. I moan as my hips buck off the bed. His thumb circles my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me. I can’t take it anymore. I need to come.
“Fuck, oh god. I’m going to come. Let me come!” I beg him.
He finger fucks me harder and faster. “Come for me,” he groans. “Show me how much you want it.”
As soon as he gives me permission, I explode. My body shudders and my pussy squeezes his fingers tightly. It’s one of the strongest orgasms I’ve ever experienced. He continues rubbing my clit, refusing to release me until I’m spent and gasping for breath.
“That’s it, kitten,” he whispers. “You look so fucking beautiful when you come like that.”
My head is still spinning from the intensity of my orgasm as he moves between my splayed legs.
This time, he enters me slowly, with reverence, as his gaze locks with mine.
He kisses me deeply, and I feel drugged with lust. The way I respond to Mike has always been intense, and I love him with all my heart.
His voice is thick as his words echo my thoughts. “I love you so much, Kitten.”
I moan and arch against him as we make love. As we kiss, our soft moans fill the air. Our bodies surge together in perfect harmony.
His lips graze my neck, a whisper of a touch that ignites a fire within me. The combination of his tender lovemaking after the raw passion he unleashed in me by calling me his fucktoy and threatening to edge me is exactly what I love about him. He knows how to thrill me and I always feel desired.
As we continue to rock together, the heat builds within me and I’m ready to explode again. He thrusts harder, making me moan, “Oh god, I’m going to come.”
“Not yet, Kitten,” he says, and I whimper in desperation as I try to hold back my orgasm. He shifts to thrust even deeper, and my entire body quivers from the exquisite pleasure.
I claw at his back, wrapping my legs around him and drawing him further inside me, desperately craving every inch of him.
Then, something magical happens. For a split second, I feel as though I leave my body—as if our souls are becoming one.
When he sinks deep into me, my entire being lights up, and I’m caught up in wave after wave of bliss.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.
I cry out, unable to form words as pure ecstasy rolls over me. Mike follows me over the edge seconds later, emptying himself with a shuddering groan. He fucks his cum back up into me, unloading everything he’s got as my body floats in a sea of pleasure.
When he slows down, I unwrap my legs, and he moves to the side. We lie there in each other’s arms, neither of us speaking.
I know my man, though; when I look at him, I can tell he’s trying to hide a smile.
“Mike?” I ask. “What are you up to?”
When he grins widely, I know I was right as he says, “Yep, you’d definitely be pregnant right now if you weren’t already.”
I laugh at how silly he is. Our lips find each other’s as his fingertips play lightly on the skin of my stomach, tracing the outline of my baby bump.
“For now,” he murmurs. “But with how much my Kitten loves to beg me to breed her, I think we’re going to have a large family.”
I’m not sure he’s joking, and my heart skips a beat. “Oh yeah? I don’t know, you’re kind of old. Won’t you be too weak to knock me up again?” I giggle as his eyes widen in mock outrage.
And then my naughty and caring man whispers in my ear. “I’m never going to be too old to breed my slutty fucktoy. You’re going to be a pregnant, dripping mess all the time if I have anything to say about it.”
His words send a rush of desire through me. Shit, I love that idea. When his cock surges against my side, I can tell he likes the thought as well.
I push on his chest, forcing him onto his back, and lift an eyebrow in challenge. “Well then, Sir. Let’s see you prove it.”
And with that, I climb on top of him, ready to have the most exciting and sexy St. Patrick’s Day ever while I milk him for all his cum. Life doesn’t get any better than this.
The End (For Willow and Mike’s Story)