Epilogue - Dean
Seven Months Later
“Ilook ridiculous.” I glance in the mirror one last time before leaving my office to tend bar with Lainey. The black eyeliner wasn’t what I expected when I agreed to dress like a pirate again this year. The ruffled white shirt and pirate hat, yes, but not the eyeliner.
“You look hot.” Lainey runs her hands over my shoulders, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror, her little baby bump pressing against the small of my back. “Like a young Johnny Depp.”
“Is that what you want? To be pillaged by a pirate, my little bar wench?” In Lainey’s style, she decided to dress as a bar wench, complete with a ruffled skirt, boots, and a white off-the-shoulder ruffled shirt.
She couldn't wear the corset since she is currently five months pregnant with our first baby.
I wrap my arms around Lainey and lower us to the office chair.
“As long as you’re the pirate doing the pillaging, we’ve got a few minutes before we’re needed behind the bar.”
“Is my wife horny?” I don’t need to hear her answer to know the truth. Lainey is in her second trimester and rides my cock every chance she gets.
“It’s your fault I’m like this.” She runs her hand over the gentle swell of her pregnant belly.
The doctor warned us she’d be horny with all the hormones rushing through her system, but my wife is insatiable.
“I locked the door and flipped the sign to occupied. Now take off your pants, Sir Pirate.” That’s another thing about Lainey, she’s into role play, which I don’t hate.
My fingers snake into her hair, and I gently grip her hair, pulling her mouth closer to mine, “Do you want me to plunder your mouth, your pussy, or your booty?”
“Pussy now. Mouth and booty later.” She moans into my mouth, my tongue thrusting into hers, taking what I want. She jerks at the buckle of my pirate costume and loosens my pants enough to slide her hand around my cock. “God, I love your cock.” Her hand glides up and down on my shaft.
“Fuck.” I curse, letting go of her hair to push down her top and cup her breasts, bringing each one to my mouth while slipping my hand under her skirt to her soaked panties.
“Is all this wetness for me, wench?” I pump two fingers inside of her, stretching her to take my shaft.
My thumb glides over her clit, causing her body to spasm.
“I need you inside me, Dean.” She grinds her pussy against my hand.
“Please.” She moans, and I lose it. I tug down her panties and drag the head of my cock through her wetness, coating it with her natural lube.
Slowly, I inch my way inside her, feeling her body stretch to accommodate my size until she’s fully seated on me. “Please, I need it fast and hard.”
“I know. I got you, Lainey.” I pull out of her slowly, causing us both to moan at the friction, then snap my hips upward into her heat as she cries out my name. Neither one of us caring if the rest of the bar can hear us.
“I love you, Dean.” She moans as I thrust into her body over and over again.
“I love you, too, Lainey.” I pick up my pace, feeling her body tighten around my cock. “Come for me, Lainey.” And like the good girl she is, she obeys my command.
-The End-