BONUS EPILOGUE
ANGELICA
1 year later, Christmas Eve
“Does my wife want her Christmas present early?” He quirks a grin as he gazes up at me.
“Yes.”
He rises to his feet and brushes the blonde hair from my neck, kissing me there. “And what side of my wife is coming out to play today?”
Tingles travel to my centre. We like to role-play where I’m a virgin again and he breaks me in and other times we pretend that I’m his cum slut and he’s gonna fuck a baby into me.
He moves to the brunette side and nips my ear before whispering, “What’s it gonna be today, angel? Are you playing naughty or nice?”
I bite my lip, looking up through my lashes. “Well, you already put a baby in me.”
His giant mitts for hands grab ahold of my bottom and lift me. “Let’s go for twins.” A grin spreads across his face as I wrap my legs around him and he carries me to the bedroom.
I’m unbuttoning his shirt before he reaches the bed and practically dry-humping him with my legs around his waist.
“Is my wife ready for her husband’s big cock?” His eyes darken as the beast in him takes over. Since we found out we were expecting, he’s been like a gentle giant.
Placing me on the bed, he lifts Mr. Snuggles from the pillow, ready to toss him over his shoulder.
I reach my hand up and grab the teddy with a naughty glint in my eye as I cuddle the teddy against my chest. Sawyer gave him an upgrade with a vibrating bullet tucked into his overalls.
Sawyer curves his lips into a smile as he discards his shirt to the floor and hovers above me. “You want Mr. Snuggles to join us?” He unbuttons my shirt, moving the teddy to the side. “Let’s take your clothes off, angel.”
We’re back to the angel role-play. I think it’s his favourite, like he gets to relive the night he took my V-card, but be much gentler with me.
I pull my leggings off but leave my white cotton knickers on, acting all innocent, as if I don’t know what to do. “Will it hurt, papa bear?” I ask, using one of my favourite role-play nicknames we’ve grown to enjoy this past year.
“I’ll be as gentle as I can for my angel.” He unbuckles his belt. The hiss of his zipper has my body tingling with anticipation. “Take your knickers off. Show papa bear all your honey.”
His jeans drop to the floor along with his boxers, and I’m salivating at the sight of my husband’s naked glory. He’s big everywhere, covered in ink with a new addition across the top of his chest above the rose and serpent that says Angel in a script font.
Climbing onto the bed, he hovers over me, then unbuttons the rest of my shirt. “You’re overdressed, baby girl.”
“Can you help me?” My body trembles. It’s not hard to play the role of a virgin. Each time I’m with him is like my first time and I learn something new about myself or what I like.
“Lift up, angel.” He tugs the shirt off me and throws it over his shoulder while gazing down at my white bra and knickers. A growl rumbles from his lips. “Look at my sweet girl. You’re perfect.” He peppers kisses over my face like a butterfly’s kiss, then moves south, kissing down the valley of my breasts.
My whole body’s on fire, my centre dripping from his words alone.
His calloused hands scratch against the delicate skin on my breast as he pulls the cotton cup of my bra down. He knows I like his rough thumb to flick my nipple and he does it now while watching my face to see my reaction.
I suck in a breath at the contact. He’s teasing me, priming me for the main event, but I’m already soaked. Reaching an arm around my back, I unhook my bra. “Take it off.”
Sawyer slides the straps down my arms and tosses it to the side, then with both hands he massages my breasts as if he’s kneading a batch of cookie dough. My breasts disappear into his large hands, my nipples grazing against the roughness of his palms.
I arch my back with a moan, then lift my hips to feel his hard length between my thighs. His monster cock catches against my cotton knickers, but it’s not enough. “Touch me,” I say on a whimper.
He reaches for Mr. Snuggles at the side of me and turns on the vibrating bullet. The hum of the vibration makes my body thrum with pleasure, knowing what’s coming. “Where does my angel want to be touched?”
“Down there.” My voice trembles. “It tingles down there.”
With a smile playing on his lips, he presses the teddy between my legs. The vibration pulls a moan from deep in my throat, my body jerking with delightful shocks of pleasure.
With the teddy between us, he pushes his groin against me, putting pressure on the both of us, making the vibrations more intense. His pelvis rocks against the teddy as if he’s also getting pleasure from it, as he leans over and engulfs my nipple with his searing mouth.
I run my fingers through Sawyer’s hair while he flicks his tongue over my stiff peak. The sensations from his mouth and the pressure from him fucking the teddy against me is all too much, yet not enough.
He slides a hand between my thick thighs, taking over from Mr. Snuggles as he strokes over the cotton. “Baby girl, you’re making a mess in your knickers.”
“Take them off.” With Mr. Snuggles buzzing against my belly, I pull him to my side and cuddle him. The vibrating bullet nestled against my nipple sends an electrical current zigzagging through my limbs. I lift my bottom, allowing Sawyer to remove my soaked knickers.
A satisfied groan tumbles from his lips as he inches them down my thighs. Once my legs are free, I spread them wide, showing Sawyer my drenched pussy.
His eyes zero in on my aching centre. “Is all that honey for me?”
“Yes, papa bear. It’s all yours.” I reach my fingers down and spread my folds, opening myself up fully to him. The nip in the air hits my sensitive nub, and I let out a moan as my body shudders. “Touch me, here.” My finger presses against my little button. “Kiss me here,” I beg, as I pant with heavy breaths.
My husband doesn’t need telling twice. He hoists my thighs over his shoulders as he dives between my legs and licks from my opening up to my tingling bud. His beard tickles my inner thighs.
A groan vibrates against me, sending another wave of pleasure through my bones. I writhe beneath him as he holds my legs open, licking at my pussy as if it’s a delicacy he wants to savour. It’s not enough; I need more. The ache inside needs his cock as my walls clench, searching for the thing my vagina craves.
“Make the ache go away, Sawyer.” I thrash my head from side to side, lifting my hips, needing more. The sensation of his tongue like heaven but torturous at the same as I desperately need to come.
He lifts his head. “Tell papa bear where the ache is, angel.”
“Down there,” I say with a moan. “Inside me.”
He slips a thick, calloused finger into my pussy, and a throaty moan bursts out of my mouth. “Here?” His finger curls inside me, stroking the spot I can’t reach myself. “Is this where the ache is, baby girl?”
“Yes.” I lift my hips, working against his finger as he strokes me inside.
“I’m gonna fill you up now, angel. Papa bear needs to be inside his sweet girl. Are you ready for me?” He lines himself up, stroking my pussy with the head of his dick.
Clutching Mr. Snuggles tight against my nipple, I shudder as he strokes his cock through my folds, hitting my clit and back again to the tight walls of my entrance. “Yes. I’m ready.”
He inches inside with a groan. “I’ll go slow. I don’t want to hurt my angel.” His eyelids flutter to a close as he pushes in another inch, pleasure and pain etched on his face as he keeps the beast at bay. It’s as if he gets off on keeping himself under control, like he needs to prove to himself that he can hold back and redeem himself for the night he took my virginity.
No matter how many times I tell him I loved every minute, I don’t think he’ll ever stop trying to make up for it by giving me the experience he thinks I should have had.
He loves both sides of me, the naughty and nice, and I love both sides of him, the teddy bear and the beast.
I cry out as he inches in a little more. It’s a delicious stretch I crave, but while we’re role-playing, I pretend it hurts. “It’s too big. I don’t think it will fit.” I feign worry on my brow as I gaze up at my husband.
“It’ll fit. You’re my wife now. You have to get used to me. Be a good girl and take your husband’s cock.” His voice quivers as he inches in a little more. “I know you can, angel.”
“I’ll do my best for you.” My fingers slide through the hair on his chest as I widen my legs, encouraging him to push farther.
“Attagirl.” His arms tremble at my sides as he uses every muscle in his body to keep himself under control. A guttural groan breaches his mouth as he bottoms out inside me. “Such a good fucking angel.”
I clench my walls as if I’m practicing my Kegel exercises while he gives me some time to adjust to his size.
“Fuck.” He lowers his head to kiss my lips, his tongue stroking every corner of my mouth. “You keep milking my dick like that and I may just come before I’ve got started.”
“The midwife said I need to do this for my pelvic floor.” A giggle bursts from my lips. I’ve broken character, but it doesn’t dampen the heat between us. If anything, Sawyer’s eyes burn brighter every time I mention the baby.
“Angel, you’re gonna have the best pelvic floor there is by the time I’m done with you.” He pulls out and pushes back in slowly. His beard tickles my breasts as he peppers kisses over my body, pushing Mr. Snuggles aside.
“I don’t want to be your angel anymore. I want to be your dirty little cum slut.”
His eyes flash to mine. He halts his slow, torturous thrusts. “The baby? We should?—”
I press my finger to his lips. “You won’t hurt the baby.” A smile reaches my eyes. “If you think I’m going the next seven months without my grizzly papa bear, you have another thing coming.” I reach up and fist his hair, using it to pull myself to his ear and whisper, “Now fuck me like I know you want to. I want your cum to still be dripping out of my pussy while we’re at the bar tonight.”
With one hand, he grips my fleshy hip and rolls me on top of him, my bulk of a man now on his back.
I bend my knees and push myself up, using his chest for leverage as I straddle him, then slide back down his thick shaft with a moan as my head lolls back with ecstasy. Mr. Snuggles rolls to the floor, but the vibration still hums, matching the electrical charge thrumming through my veins.
“You know what to do.” Sawyer’s fingers dig into my hips, imprinting into my skin as he rocks me back and forth. “Milk my cock, baby girl. Papa bear’s gonna fill you up with his cream.” He thrusts from the bottom. “I’ve been saving it all just for my cum kitten.”
I shamelessly rock my hips, his dick hitting every delicious spot inside and stretching me to the hilt. My breasts bounce with each rock and I moan out in pleasure with each panting breath. A few more strokes and I’ll be done. His dirty words are enough to send me over the edge, but I like to say dirty words too.
“Your big cock’s my favourite toy.” I bounce up and down, the springs in the mattress helping me to get a rhythm going, the headboard creaking and hitting the wall behind. The noises mixed with his grunts and my moans are like an orchestra, only this isn’t a melody, it’s a storm of a sound, like a heavy metal track—raw, intense and electrifying.
“Use it. Ride me like the little cum slut you are. Get yourself off, baby girl.” He grits his teeth as if he’s trying to hold back and not blow his load. He’s close, just as I am.
A sheen of sweat coats his skin, matching my own. This is better than any gym workout. “Come on my cock and I’ll fill you up.” His fingers burrow into my hips. “Come now, before I explode in your tight little cunt.”
I grab his hand from my hip and shove it between us. “Play with my clit, papa bear.” I lean forward, holding on to the headboard as I grind into his hand. Pressure builds in my centre. Another stroke of his calloused finger and tingles course through my body like a river, flooding my veins with pleasure.
He takes over as my body trembles. His pelvis thrusting into me from the bottom as I ride the wave of ecstasy he’s giving me. “That’s it. Take it.” He thrusts again. “Fucking take it all, baby girl.” Another thrust has me bouncing up and down on his dick. It’s all I can do as my bones are mush.
Warmth fills me. And again with another thrust of his hips as my husband empties his sack. I collapse on top of him, face-planting against his hairy chest with a satisfied hum. His dick twitches inside of me and the small pulses and aftershocks from my core have me exhaling in pleasure.
A laugh rocks his belly, causing me to bob up and down.
“What’s funny?”
His hand tickles my back as his draws circles on my skin. “I was just thinking it’s a good thing we got that out of our system before your dad turns up.”
I lift my head and rest my chin on his chest. “He can’t expect us to still adhere to his house rules now we’re married, and this is our home.”
Sawyer tucks my hair behind my ears. “You’re still his little girl. I get it. I won’t be letting any man near my daughter until she’s at least forty.”
I rest my hands under my chin against his chest. “What if we have a son?”
“Then I only have one dick to worry about. If it’s a girl, I have every other dick to worry about.” He chuckles again, making me shake against his belly.
“If she’s anything like me, she won’t want any man touching her until she finds the one. But for your sanity, I hope we have a boy.” A grin spreads across my face, knowing Sawyer is going to be one of those overprotective fathers, just like my dad is.
“Let’s hope so. Or I may have to break a lot of fingers.” He lifts his head and kisses my forehead. “I need to check on the turkey. Thought it’d be best to cook it now. I’m not sure I’ll be in a fit state tomorrow. Your dad’s bringing some Scotch whisky home with him.”
“I know what the pair of you are like when you get together. Thank goodness Lilly’s breast feeding. At least I’ll have someone to talk to tonight who’s also sober.” Christmas Eve at the Black Crow is our new tradition since last year. “Violet will be home from uni too, so it will be nice to catch up.”
Since Sawyer and I became an item, my old school friends thought it was weird dating a man twice my age who’s my dad’s best friend, but they don’t know the bond Sawyer and I share. Nobody gets me like he does and nobody has ever loved me like he does.
I’ve since become friends with all Sawyer’s buddies’, and their wives, and girlfriends. Not that I go out much. I’m quite happy to stay in with Sawyer, in our own little bubble at the cabin.
My safe space. My man. My papa bear.