Extended Epilogue- Pretty Pink Stain
T hroughout the past eight years with Tatum, life has been a dream. We married, I’ve released five full-length novels with a sixth on the way, my parents are around but at a far enough distance to maintain my sanity and Tate kept his promise to breed me over and over again resulting in us having three more children since Hayden. Quincy came when Hayden was still a toddler, Calliope took a little longer to conceive but she and Teddy are thick as thieves- Ko and I are secretly hoping they fall in love. Juni—our little surprise joined us six months ago and we are having our first kid-free night in almost a year.
To say I’m excited is an understatement. Uninterrupted time with my hunky husband and uninterrupted sleep is going to be a dream. Thank you, Walter and Rose.
I’m standing in the bathroom of the beach house, the place we now permanently call home, touching up my makeup when I see Tatum approach. He crosses his arms, leaning on the doorframe as he waits for me to finish spreading my lipstick. Eight years, and I still get butterflies when he looks at me this way.
“Happy anniversary.” I smile at him through my reflection.
“Happy anniversary. You know I’m going to wipe that pretty pink stain off of your lips with my cock tonight, right?”
“I was betting on it…” I turn on my heel, pressing into his chest and leaning into his ear as I exit, “Daddy.” And fucking hell I’m already dripping for him.
I don’t make it far before he’s got my wrists pinned above my head and my back pressed to the wall, his erection hard against my thigh. “Don’t tease me, Mama.” His hot breath fans against my neck as he rubs his nose along my jaw, “I planned a whole date for us and if you keep it up we won’t make it there.”
“What if I’d rather do this instead?” I quickly turn my lips to his, nipping at his lower one and pushing my hips forward.
“Trust me there will be plenty of this later and it’s going to be worth the wait.” He groans letting his lips find mine for a few more moments before basically dragging me out of the house and to our date.
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After the best lobster risotto I’ve ever had and almost an entire bottle of white wine, we make it back to the house and all I can think about is my husband’s cock. His hand posessively held my thigh the whole drive and it had me squirming beneath his grip. Now I sit on the edge of the bed as he, at a painfully slow speed, undoes the buttons on his crisp white shirt.
“Could you go any slower?” I jest, knowing that if I get him riled up, I’ll have him sooner.
“Mm, actually I could.” He somehow begins to move slower, fine I can play dirty too. We’ve been together for long enough that you’d think we’ve tried everything and we probably have tried a lot but if there’s one surefire thing to get my husband to hustle, it’s if I touch myself.
I stand, pulling my purple sweater dress over my head revealing the new black and lacy lingerie the girls helped me pick out. His movement stalls, drinking in my body—the way my chest heaves, the crotchless panties that give him easy access, and my taught nipples beneath the lace. Without missing a beat, I lower myself back to the bed, lifting my feet and spreading myself wide. I trail a pointed nail down the middle of my chest and tease over each nipple slowly.
“Darcy, what are you doing?” He growls, unbuttoning a little quicker. I continue the perusal of my own body, stopping just at my clit, not touching just hovering.
“Nothing.” I moan, dragging a finger down my slit and back up circling my bundle of nerves.
“Why are you playing without me?”
“Taking too long.” I continue to circle my clit, my eyes closing and my head slowly dropping back as pleasure begins to fuel my movements. My hand is ripped away and then Tatum's mouth is latched onto my pussy. Bingo .
“Oh fuck.” I let my hand slide into his hair, my hips bucking into his face.
“Couldn’t wait for me?” He breathes over my wetness, sending a chill through my body.
“Just had to get you where I wanted.” He doesn’t get a chance to respond because my grip on his hair tightens and I push his mouth back onto me. He eats me like a man starved and if you ask him, he has been for the past almost ten months. It doesn’t take long before my vision is blurring and my body is trembling as Tatum’s name belts from my lips.
“Turn, head off the bed.” He demands once I’ve ridden out my orgasm.
“Yes, Daddy.” I open my mouth, relax my jaw, and wait. Tate taps his cock on my tongue a few times, caressing my cheek as he looks down at me.
“I told you I was going to ruin this pretty pink stain.” And he does.