Extra Epilogue
ASTON
Kerrigan shivered, and the last of my control melted away. Dropping my head down, my lips covered hers as I glided my hands from her hips to her ass, palming both cheeks, then I lifted her up and set her on my desk.
I slid my tongue between her lips and explored her sweet taste.
When she moaned, I yanked her forward and ground my erection into her pussy.
Even through her panties, I could feel how hot and needy she was.
Another erotic little sound escaped, and it heated my blood, making my cock ache to be inside her.
Kallie was with her grandmother for the afternoon, and my pretty little wife had come waltzing into my home office in a short skirt and tight blouse, knowing it would drive me wild.
When she rocked against me, I groaned and tunneled the fingers of one hand in her hair. Then I fisted some of the silky strands and angled her head so I could deepen the kiss. Her body vibrated with need. She was already on the edge.
I ripped my lips from hers and buried my face in her neck, covering it with hot, wet, kisses.
“Come, ma petite miette,” I grunted as I bucked my hips. “Let me hear you fall apart.” She whimpered and moved a little faster. I brought my other hand around and up to cup one of her luscious breasts and encouraged, “That’s it.”
I rubbed the pad of my thumb lightly over her rigid nipple and groaned when she cried out, her head falling back as if she didn’t have the strength to hold it up.
I lifted my gaze so I could watch her as she came.
My wife looked so fucking amazing when she was breaking apart in my arms. Her eyes closed, her lips parted, and her pale skin flushed pink.
I let go of her hair and shoved my hand under her skirt, yanking her panties to the side.
Sinking two fingers into her center, I felt how fucking drenched she was and nearly came right then.
Zeroing in on her sensitive little bud, I rubbed it hard, and in seconds, she shattered, her scream reverberating off the walls. There was nothing more beautiful than my wife when she climaxed. I was dying to paint her like this but hadn’t been able to coerce her agreement. Yet.
After a few minutes, she collapsed against my chest in a boneless heap and laid her cheek over my heart. When she hummed contentedly, my throbbing cock leaked come, and the only thought in my head was getting my lips all over her before sinking inside her tight channel.
I grasped the hem of her shirt and raised it up. She lifted her arms so I could take it off and drop it on the floor. I nearly drooled when I saw her full, ripe breasts practically spilling out of a low-cut, lacy black bra.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
They quivered when she inhaled sharply, and it shot a bolt of lust straight to my shaft. As sexy as her lingerie was, I wanted her naked. I quickly unclasped her bra and palmed the creamy, freckled mounds with rosy peaks.
Kerrigan whimpered, and I dropped my mouth to her plump breast and sucked on the hard nipple.
She moaned and arched her back, shoving even more of it into my mouth, and I groaned with approval.
After leaving the bud even more rosy and surrounded by little bites, I gave the opposite breast the same treatment.
Eventually, I gently kissed each tip, then straightened and stared into her glazed, green pools.
“I love how fucking sensitive your breasts are when you’re pregnant, ma petite miette. I want to fuck these sexy breasts while you suck me off.”
She shuddered, and her eyes darkened, making me smirk. My wife was fucking perfect.
“I know you love that,” I murmured silkily as I licked up the valley between her luscious mounds. She nodded and shifted restlessly. “So insatiable. You want to come again?”
“S'il te pla?t,” she moaned, the breathy sound of her voice sizzled over my skin. I fucking loved hearing her speak French, especially when we were fucking.
“Avec plaisir.” I nibbled my way up her neck, and my breath was hot against her ear, making her tremble. “But this time, I’ll be buried in your tight, soaked pussy.”
Yes,” she whimpered, rocking against me.
“Lie back, ma miette,” I commanded. She took a deep breath, and her mouth curved up into a sultry smile.
When her pink tongue darted out to wet her lips, I groaned and massaged her breasts before letting them go.
“Move your sexy little ass. I’m seconds away from fucking you so hard that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. ”
“Promise?” she asked, her eyes twinkling.
I groaned. “You’re going to be the death of me, Kerrigan.”
“Don’t pretend that’s not how you want to go,” she teased as she laid back on the desk.
Chuckling, I straightened, my eyes sweeping over her delicious body. My groin tightened in anticipation, and I grabbed her panties, dragging them down her legs and—
A fist pounded on the door. “Aston!”
It was Raffa.
“Mi dispiace,” he said, trying to sound remorseful but unable to hide the laughter in his voice. “I know you’re…busy. But I need to talk with Kerrigan about the next auction, and I’m leaving for the airport in an hour.”
“This really couldn’t fucking wait? Or be done on the damn phone?” I growled.
“What would be the fun in that?” he quipped before banging on the door again.
I was going to kill the motherfucker and use his blood to paint a portrait of his dead body.
Kerrigan’s muffled laughter drew my attention. She was covering her mouth with her hands, but her shoulders were shaking.
My eyes skimmed over her ripe, half-naked body. Her breasts bouncing with her laughter, her dripping pussy, and her swollen lips. Then I met her sparkling green orbs with a dark promise in my gaze.
“I’m going to spank your sweet ass until it’s cherry red tonight, ma petite miette,” I warned.
“As long as that means you don’t kill your boss and come home to me, then I’ll be waiting in our bed on my hands and knees.”
“Fuck,” I grunted. “Let’s get this shit over with.”
Kerrigan giggled all the way through getting dressed and smirked through her whole conversation with Raffa.
But she wasn’t laughing that night. She was screaming in ecstasy while I fucked her on her hands and knees, while staring at the pink cheeks of her ass.
Another painting I was determined to get her to agree to.