Epilogue
WYATT
Three Months Later
As I pick the last few blackberries and add them to my brimming basket, I know it’s time to head back. Molly needs them for a pie she plans on making for dinner, and I’ve gathered more than enough berries for her. Besides, Bear is too distracted by a passing butterfly to care about continuing farther down the trail. I laugh and watch him prance around as he tries to catch the elusive insect. I give his head a quick pat, and we turn around and make our way home.
He happily trots alongside me. Our walks have become shorter whenever it’s just the two of us. I don’t like leaving the cabin for too long while Molly is alone. It’s not that I’m worried about her safety; it’s just that I hate being away from her.
When I left earlier, she was engrossed in a video call with a bride-to-be at her new desk in the living room. She still runs her wedding planning business. She does a majority of it online, since she moved in with me a few months ago. Her assistant takes care of most of the hands-on tasks, but Molly still attends every event to ensure it all goes smoothly.
As we approach the cabin, I see Molly sitting on the old stump I use to chop wood. When she spots me, a mischievous grin spreads across her face. She’s in a playful mood, so what kind of man would I be to disappoint her?
“Bear. In the house,” I command, and the fluffy Husky enters our cabin through his doggie door. Then I turn toward my sexy little siren. “Hey, sweetheart.”
She looks at me with those big doe eyes, her lips parted as she licks them.
Lifting her chin, I expose her delicate neck and lean in to nip at her soft skin. “You waiting for me?” I rasp against her, feeling a possessive claim wash over me.
Molly gasps, arching into my touch before wrapping her legs around me. “I missed you,” she moans, giving me an exaggerated pout as she tugs at the hem of my shirt.
My hands roam over her luscious body as I admire her perfect curves and supple skin. She trembles beneath my touch, eager for more, so I grab a fistful of her hair, tugging her head back until our eyes meet.
“Feeling needy, baby,” I hiss through clenched teeth. “Need me to fill your tight pussy with my hard cock?”
Her pupils dilate as she holds my gaze. “Please, Wyatt. I need to be fucked.”
I love it when she begs. It makes my dick twitch.
I stand Molly on her feet, ripping off her clothes before lifting her in my arms again. I stride toward our bedroom, but the ache in my balls is too much, so I press her lithe body against the side of the cabin. I ravage her mouth, fervently kissing her and swallowing down her moans while she frantically unfastens my jeans. The relief is sweet when she frees my hard cock as the spicy scent of her arousal fragrances the air.
I hold her gaze with a smirk before slamming into her with one powerful thrust, making us both gasp out loud. Her juicy cunt feels so damn good. She loves it when I take control and don’t hold anything back. Her walls tighten around me as she tries to match my rhythm—she’s always been such an eager little thing when it comes to sex.
“This rough enough for you, baby?” I ask between gritted teeth as I give her another deep thrust that makes her scream. I grab one of her tits, squeezing it hard before pinching the nipple between two fingers until she moans with a mixture of pleasure and pain. “Tell me how much you want it,” I demand. “I wanna hear you say it.”
“Harder. Please,” she begs, and I give her what she asks for.
As our bodies collide, the sound of our glistening skin slapping together echoes around us. I shove my dick as deep as I can, pounding into her over and over. I can feel her orgasm building, and I’m right there with her, so I reach down and circle the pad of my thumb over her sensitive clit.
“Wyatt, I’m…” she pants in my ear, her warm breath heating my skin.
I brutally drive my hips forward, stuffing her with my cock and sending us both over the edge. She cries out from her release, and I fill her up with ropes of my cum. Her nails dig into my back as she moans my name. And I bury my face in her neck, squeezing her plump ass while I try to put a baby in her belly.
No, we haven’t talked about that yet. But I know she wants a family, and I’m happy to be the man to give her one.
“I love you,” she breathes, holding onto me as I use her clenching pussy to milk my cock.
I rest my forehead against hers as we struggle to catch our breath. “Love you too, sweetheart.” My dick is still buried inside her when I kiss her long and slow. “Wanna go again before dinner?” I ask with a grin.
“Maybe. If you can catch me.”
I slide my cock out and set Molly down on wobbly legs. “You get a five second head start. I suggest you make good use of it.”
After a quick peck to my lips, she darts off into the house. I strip naked right here on the porch before chasing after her.
It’s taken me a long time to find a woman like Molly. And there’s nothing in this world that can make me let her go.