Epilogue
EPILOGUE
ROYCE
EIGHT YEARS LATER
“Damn baby. Slow down.” I smack her ass, trying to get her to calm her hungry ass down.
“Can’t babe. It’s so good. Your cock is so big,” she whines, grabbing her nipples. She has been like this for the last six weeks which is par for the course with her when she hits the end of the second trimester. Smack .
“I said slow the fuck down. We have all night.” Spanking her always has the opposite effect on her though it doesn’t stop me from doing it. I think I am more addicted to seeing my handprint on her ass than she is to the heat.
“Yes, Royce. Shit. I need it. I need it,” she begins to cry. She can't find her release because I am not giving it to her. Gripping her plush ass, I bounce her up and down my cock, grinding her against my waist which hits her clit
“Is this what you wanted, baby? You need your husband to help you and use you for his own pleasure to get you where you want to go.”
“Yes. Yes. Only you can do it to me. Oh yes. My g-spot. Right there.” I love it when she begins directing me. It never lasts because we both know who runs this shit, but occasionally, I let her have a few minutes.
“Fucking wet pussy. You’re a sloppy little bitch aren’t you?” I have discovered over the years how she likes her cock. Dirty with a side of filthy.
“Yes. Oh shit. My pussy’s leaking everywhere,” she cries out. She’s so out of it now her nails are digging into my chest. I see the little bumps in her belly letting me know my son is now awake inside of her.
“Your greedy ass woke my son up,” I accuse her, while I rub her belly and let my boy know his daddy is taking care of his mama.
“He’s fine. Please. Please.” She rocks back and forth. Sitting up, I take her nipples into my mouth over and over, wetting them and sucking on them. The cream coming out of her tits makes my cock grow even more. She is still nursing our youngest so she’s nice and milky.
“Look at you dripping down those tits that belong to me.” I slap both over and over, groaning at the jiggle and the cream they produce slides out. I continue to lap at them, moaning with each stroke of my tongue. Man my kids are fucking lucky. I get mine at night, but since our youngest is only ten months old I don’t take as much as I’d like to.
He is a bruiser and likes to eat every four hours like clockwork. Her pussy squeezes me tighter and tighter. “Oh you like me calling these leaky balloons mine, huh? You like knowing I own every fucking inch of you, don’t you?” I slide my hand behind her and open her ass cheeks. I rub against her rosebud and with my other hand flicking her clit. When my finger pushes through her ass she screams her release and falls on top of me but to the side.
“Oh God, babe. I needed that.” Kissing her forehead, I rub her back. My dick has been jetting inside of her this entire time, so I am dripping everywhere mixed with her release.
“Is my son still moving around?” Her belly seems less active right now.
“Nah, I think he’s napping now.” I continue to rub her. Taking a moment for ourselves, As the parents of four with one on the way, we have to steal this time when we can. But I am not complaining.
We had Rae and settled into a new place; a house gifted to us by my parents. I finished school and became the manager for an elite tourist hotel in the area. This one caters to the rich and famous and my salary reflects it. I would have worked for my mom in a heartbeat, but she has had her manager for ten years and didn’t need me.
Two years after Rae we welcomed our daughter Lynn, followed by RJ two years after that and Madilyn two years after that and now she is pregnant with our son. We are going to name him Ross. We discuss all the time if we are done and sometimes we are definitely yes, then other times we say no. To be honest, I feel like when God is ready for us to stop, he will stop giving them to us.
Smiling, I look down at my wife and chuckle at her tiny little snore. Kissing her mouth, I lift her off me trying not to wake her, laying her down, covering her up. For a moment I stare down at my reason for existing and give thanks for finding her. She is my life, and our kids are my heart.
I am constantly amazed at the love I have in my life and the joy. I reflect on the journey I took to get here, and it always makes me smile. And they say nice guys finish last. Not this one. I am at the top of my game, and I am still not finished. Not until my last breath. I will love her until the day I die.
Forever.