Epilogue
JACOB
Two Months Later
The house is dark when my driver drops me off out front.
I refuse to spend a night away from Patience, so even if it means flying home at two in the morning, I get on a plane. In the future, when I travel for long trips, she’ll come with me. But she refused to miss the tests she had this week, so I’m making it work, flying back and forth.
I smell my wife the second I step through the door. My own personal paradise.
Setting my bag in the entryway, I pull the poppy out of my suit jacket pocket and spin it between my fingers. I find my way up the stairs and down the hallway to our room, where my angel is sleeping.
She’s bathed in moonlight with the curtains wide open and her blonde hair fanned out around her.
Perfection I don’t deserve.
Heaven I claim every chance I get.
Setting the poppy between the pages of her book on the nightstand, I leave my gift for her.
She scolded me once about sneaking in when she was sleeping and leaving her poppies, but now she decorates our house with them.
Poppy paintings. Poppies in vases. I’ll ship them in from far and wide to make sure she always has as many as she desires.
Her breath rises and falls beneath the sheet, and I pull it back to see she’s completely bare underneath. Her perfect tits swell with her breathing, and my cock is achingly hard at the sight of her.
My wife has iron walls and a steel spine, but when it’s just the two of us, she lowers her defenses. And right now, naked and sleeping, completely vulnerable, she’s offering herself to her husband.
One arm is stretched overhead, showing off the mark that makes her mine. It’s healed now but will never fully fade, and it’s stunning.
I strip off my dress shirt and toss it to the side, removing my pants and socks next. Until I’m completely bare, just like her.
Slowly, I climb up the bottom of the bed, quietly spreading her legs.
In her sleepy haze, she shifts, and her breath quickens, but she doesn’t wake yet. She stays sleeping for me, just like she knows I want her. Completely at my mercy, trusting me with her body.
Leaning between her legs, I breathe her in. I stroke my tongue through her perfect cunt and taste her sweetness. She moans in her dreams, shifting her hips to offer herself to me. I lick her again, appreciating how every flick of my tongue makes her breath quicken.
Patience grabs the sheets at her sides, riding out the pleasure in her sleep.
Her pussy drips onto my tongue, down to her ass, and onto the bed. She’s so wet and primed. Perfectly moldable for my pleasure.
Kneeling between her legs, I lift up and roll my thumb over her hard clit. Back and forth as her lips part and her breathing gets uneven. One hand fists my cock, and I slide it through her slit. I stroke her up and down while she coats me.
Fuck, she’s perfect.
Pleasing me even when she isn’t awake to realize it.
I stroke my length, soaking myself in my wife’s excitement, watching her sleeping face twist and pinch as she reaches a peak of pleasure. As I quicken my pace on her clit, and her knuckles turn white with how hard she’s gripping the bedsheets.
Her mouth parts on a gasp as she tumbles over the edge. I hold my cock at her entrance and feel her pulse and grip, begging for me to fill her as her climax hits. She begs me to slip inside her, and I accept her body’s command, driving myself into her slick cunt.
Patience’s eyes fly open as I bottom out in her perfect body. I grab her wrists and pin them over her head, spreading myself over her as I thrust again.
“I missed you, baby.” I grin, kissing the side of her neck.
The tension leaves her body as she takes me in. Her legs wrap around the back of mine, and she opens for me.
“Jacob.” Her back arches as I start to fuck her in slow strokes. “You saw me twelve hours ago.”
Angling my hips, I strike her deeper. “A minute is too long to not be looking into your beautiful face.”
Her symphony of moans fills the room. A sound I could spend my life listening to. There is never getting enough of this woman. The longer I fuck her, the more her body opens. Begging me to take her deeper. Harder. And I meet her commands, giving her everything I have while she screams for me.
“Did you do what I asked you to do?” I lift up on my elbows, looking down into her golden eyes.
She bites her lower lip. “Yes.”
“You promise there’s nothing between us?” I pump my hips again, and she nods.
It sets me off. There’s already no holding myself back when it comes to Patience, but her confirmation that she stopped taking her birth control snaps any restraint I thought I had.
After everything, I wasn’t sure if I wanted a family. But then Patience walked into my life, and I can’t deny this need to create life with her.
To build a future with her.
She gives me something I thought had died—hope.
“Please, Jacob.” She arches her back. “Fill me.”
“You want my cum, baby?” I flip us over so she’s on top. “Then ride my cock and take it.”
Patience digs her nails into my chest, smirking when she accidentally draws blood. My wife loves marking me, and I don’t mind it. I’ve already tattooed my wedding band around my finger and her name on my chest. I want to belong to her in every way possible.
Her hips swivel as she rolls herself over me, grinding her clit against me with every movement. Her cunt soaks my cock as I grab her hips and grind her harder.
“You look so pretty sitting on your husband’s cock.” I grip her thighs. “Look how well you take me. How your body is made for me.”
She smiles, but then I tilt her hips, and she loses her breath, arching to grab my thighs.
“You’re so beautiful.” I pluck her nipples.
Toying with them and pinching them until she’s drifting so deep in her pleasure, her movements aren’t her own. They’re simply her body responding to me, using mine to claim what feels good. It’s the biggest compliment in the world.
The entirety of Sigma House can worship me, and it means nothing if this woman doesn’t. She woke me from the dead, and I want nothing more than to spend my life thanking her for it.
Patience rocks, and I feel the tension building at the base of my spine. I lose myself in her body taking me deeper. Nails bite into skin. Teeth grind as I ride that edge.
“Are you going to come for me, baby?” I play with her clit, helping her reach her release before she drags mine out of me.
“Yes.” She grabs my chest, and I wrap my arms around her waist to pull her closer.
I need to feel every inch of her body. Her soft breasts pressing against my hard chest. Her hummingbird heart, racing with excitement. She melts as I hold her hips in place, thrusting my hips up to fuck her.
And when that isn’t enough, I flip us back over so I’m on top, and I can take her completely. Until she’s falling apart, and I’m nearly blacking out as I empty myself into my wife.
A beautiful sheen of sweat paints her forehead as she glows beneath me. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
She smiles with the force of the sun, always responding so well to my praise. “That’s a wonderful way to wake up.”
Of course she thinks so. My wife is as sick and kinky as I am. She has no hesitation about me waking her up with my cock inside her, and I love it.
“Happy it pleased you.” I kiss the apple of her cheek.
Salty and sweet. Beauty and sin.
“I missed you too.” She brushes her hands over the back of my neck. “Even if it was just for twelve hours.”
“Good. I’d hate to think I’m the only obsessed one in this relationship.”
Patience rolls her eyes, laughing.
“Did you just roll your eyes at me, wife?” I lift onto my knees, still hard because there is no getting enough of her.
“Maybe.”
I hum, flipping her over. “All that sass. Maybe I should teach you a lesson.”
My palm flattens on her ass, and she gasps as I thrust back into her.
“Please.” She grabs the sheets beneath her, glancing at me over her shoulder. “Teach me, Professor.”
The darkness that rolls through my chest begs me to take her to the pits of hell. To make her feel the kind of good that is purely sinful.
Reaching over, I grab her hair and wrap it around my fist, then I lift and spit, letting it trickle down her ass. We’ve been working up to this, but tonight, I’m done holding back.
“You want to learn something, baby? You can learn how to take me in your ass.” I work her tight hole with my finger, preparing her as I soak my cock in her wet pussy.
And when I finally bury myself in her ass, all she does is scream for more like the good girl she is.
My perfect student.
My beautiful wife.
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