Epilogue
TEN YEARS LATER
“Goddamn ladybug, don’t stop.” Her mouth bobs up and down on my dick as I stroke her hair. She loves to wake me up in the morning with a blow job and I’m not one to tell her no. Ever.
My orgasm comes swiftly as she takes my cock all the way into her throat. With my eyes closed, her hair in my hands, and her throat sucking me, I groan for her. Even after ten years, I haven’t lost the ability to orgasm for her within minutes of her mouth on me.
Othella pulls away from my cock and licks her lips. She’s so damn sexy. I take her by the hair and flip her onto her back.
“Good morning, ladybug.” She giggles for me and runs those skilled hands of hers up my stomach.
“Morning.” She kisses me and wraps her legs around my waist as I put my weight down on her.
“What made you get up so early this morning?”
She blushes. God, I love when she does that. It means she’s up to something. “Well, as you know, Hamlet, Bruiser, and our three little ones are gone for the weekend.”
My dick stirs at the thought of being alone with her. “Yes, I’m aware.”
“Well, it’s our ten-year anniversary and even though we were supposed to go to the Sturgis Rally this year, we didn’t make it because the kids had school…” she trails off as I pinch her nipple and suckle the other one.
“Go on, ladybug.”
With a huff, she arches into me, and I feel her damp pussy rubbing against my already aching cock. The need to claim her, make her scream my name is overwhelming to the point I flip us so she’s on top of me. “Get my cock in you, ladybug. I need to feel you stretch around me.”
My words make her moan as she takes my cock in her hand, guiding me into her. “No-Noah.” I love it when she tries to say my name when I first enter her. After ten years, she still stutters, and it makes me want to roar with pleasure.
“Who’s my good girl?” I rub her stomach, now covered with a tattoo of roses and our children’s names. She insisted on covering the scar and I agreed. She’s not a whore for anyone but me. And there was no reason for her to have that word on her, causing her pain daily.
Holding her gaze, I run my fingertips along the edges of the roses. What once made her cringe now makes her squeeze down on my cock, arch her back, and scream my name. “Yes. Oh God, please Noah, don’t stop touching me.”
“Never, love. Never.” As her pussy spasms over me, I flip us right back over so I’m over her. Grabbing her hips, I plow into her. Owning my sweet Othella.
“Happy anniversary, baby.” I whisper in her ear, and she giggles as my orgasm fills her. “You were saying something before we got distracted.”
She touches my face and licks my bottom lip. “Yes, I wanted to do something special for you, but I…”
Why does Othella sound so unsure? “Tell me now, ladybug.”
“I’m pregnant.” She looks at me wide eyed and I almost laugh at how expressive she is. “I know you said you didn’t want to have a fourth child until…”
I cut her off with a long kiss and thrust my cock right back into her waiting heat. “Shush, ladybug. This is probably the best gift you could give me. I didn’t want to pressure you for another child if you wanted to stop at three.”
“No. I want all the babies with you.”
I can’t help but shake my head and kiss her. “You know better than to be hesitant about telling me things.”
“It… I…” she stutters as I smack her thigh.
“Did you forget?” I raise an eyebrow at her, and she nods. “Oh, little ladybug, you know what that means, don’t you?”
There’s a glee in her eyes and I know she’s ready for me to spank her. “I love you, Noah.”
As I raise my hand and bring it down on her thigh, she squeals and wiggles in my hold. “I love you too, ladybug. Always.”