Epilogue
Lina
One year later…
The sound of waves lapping against the shore mixes with my own gasping moans and Dex’s grunts as I shift up and down, up and down, guided by his hands on my hips.
I can’t see where we’re joined. My big, pregnant belly blocks the view.
But I can see my husband’s face as he watches his dick sliding in and out of my pussy, and it’s a picture of awe and contentment, and that makes me happy.
One year ago today, I brought him cherry cake for our birthdays, and I made it again today. Our daughter, Kara, laughed and played in her chair while I baked and thought about how she came into being.
She’s inside right now, with her au pair Christy. I’ll never leave her upbringing to others, the way my own mother did with me, but just once in a while, it’s nice to have the chance to be out here with Dex, just the two of us.
I’m sure I fell pregnant with her that first time my stepfather fucked me. The dates match, even though he filled me up with his special sauce dozens of times over that two-week period, and honestly, we haven’t slowed down since.
Dex loves me pregnant, and I love being pregnant, too. It’s made things a little more difficult for my college work, but he helps me with that. He’s always there, always attentive, always loving his little girls, both of us.
“Do you hope it’s a boy this time?” I ask him breathlessly as I ride him, watching the sand bunch around his shoulders in the evening light.
He bought this property without me knowing. Our own slice of paradise, he said, and it has been. Not only that, but there’s a wildlife sanctuary just two miles along the coast, and it’s all mine.
Daddy said he wanted me to have everything I ever wanted, and I told him that I never wanted the fast cars or the designer clothes, or even the houses here in the Bahamas and back in California. All I ever wanted was to rescue animals that needed a little help.
And the next day, he showed me the plans he’d had drawn up.
How he did it so fast, I have no idea, but maybe he’d already started.
He knows me better than I know myself, and I know he listens when I talk.
It wouldn’t surprise me to find out that he’d been planning the wildlife sanctuary long before he told me.
Possibly long before we ever had sex. He had this house, after all, with its private beach and views of nothing but ocean.
“I just want our baby to be happy and healthy,” he says, stroking my belly. “Nothing else matters. That goes for Kara and you, too.”
I move up and down, up and down, feeling the orgasm build like the waves lapping the beach.
Mom was, predictably, a little pissed when we told her about us. Not shocked, not upset, just pissed. She demanded that Dex divorce her immediately, and he agreed, which kind of took the wind out of her sails. What’s more, he agreed to all her demands, even though they were ridiculous.
He said he didn’t care. He just wanted her out of his life. And when I finally admitted to him about all the affairs I knew my mom had had, he just kissed my nose and told me he knew all about them, too.
I guess nothing gets past Daddy.
We were married a couple of weeks after his divorce came through.
I know that Daddy will never leave me. I know that we’re it, for now until forever.
And that’s all that’s ever mattered.
“Good girl,” he whispers as he bounces me up and down, and I know he’s close.
I am, too, but I like holding out, knowing that he would never allow himself to orgasm before me.
Call it torture if you like, but I like knowing I can stretch things out as long as I want, and he will always accommodate my needs.
Because that’s what being a Daddy is all about. And I love him for it.