Epilogue #5
“I need all of you, please!” she pleads with a nod. The magic cross hits deep inside her and I'm rewarded with a guttural scream that’s so desperate it fuels the flames blazing inside of me to dangerous levels. “Yes, that’s how deep I need you, Jett!”
“Not Jett, Baby. Not anymore.”
“Mmm,” she moans like a sugar coated wet dream. “Daddy, permanently.” Fuck, I know it’s her birthday, but damn if this doesn’t feel like a gift for me, too. “I need your seed inside me, I wanna make you a daddy so bad.”
I slam into her until her toes curl and little beads of sweat appear on her forehead.
“I’m not going to be able to last with you talking to me like that.
When I tell you to come, you’re going to have to come, princess, and pull me so deep inside you so we can make a baby for your birthday. Good gift, yeah?”
“The best, oh my god!”
Her eyes go cross as I refuse to let up on her, like open up and let my best swimmers in or else! I grab her ankle with one hand, and the other goes to her cunt that’s making the most obscenely wet sounds each time I thrust deeper than the last.
“Make me a dad, darling. Please, I’ll be so good, I promise. I won't lose my shit again like yesterday, swear. That's it. Take all of me like a good girl.” My thumb on her clit goes lightning speed. Her mouth forms the perfect O, and that means, “it’s time, come for me. Now.”
I growl my beloved’s name, and she screams mine.
My brain flickers, lost in the blinding, white heat only my wife's divine pussy can provide. My muscles fire and twitch, and I feel every hope for our future spilling into her. I know it might not happen today, but I’m blissfully ignoring that possibility right now.
My breath is choppy and my vision blurred, fuck all, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been other than the kick ass Halloween wedding we threw nearly three years ago now after an insane, year-long engagement spent on tour together.
“That’s my good pillow princess. I love the way you take, darling.
You deserve it. I fucking love you and have since the moment I laid eyes on you.
” I pull out quickly, moaning at the sight of my release filling her so completely, and yet, I need to be sure it's a job well done, entering her again. Pushing it all back in, even deeper. I slide so deep I hit a spot I didn’t even know existed.
She lets out this needy whine, and I don’t know if it’s pure overstimulation or adrenaline or what, but she yanks at her ribbons so hard they both shred at the same time, and her wrists are magically free.
I gape at her shredded ribbons and slow my thrusts.
She looks at her wrists, bewildered, as a lazy smile forms on her lips.
“What do the game rules say about this?” I slide out of her like I’m performing surgery and gently take her legs down, closing them shut, and folding her knees towards her chin.
“Oh, definitely means twins, Baby!”
She rolls her eyes at me, since I’m so full of shit as always, and pulls me in for a kiss. After minutes of her tongue blissfully blending with mine, I roll to her side with my hand on her knees, keeping them firmly in place.
“I was with you for what, two weeks, when I first pictured what our babies would look like?” she says casually, as if she had ever told me that, which she did not.
“I woke up at Heathrow from a dream and—Oh god, there were two of them! The same size, a boy and a girl!” Those hands fly up to her mouth again.
Love when they do that. “I’m not saying your game makes any sense, but …
you sure you’d still want me if I was all stretched out from having twins? ”
I tap her diamond. “Married till we’re buried, did you forget that?”
“No…” She smirks. “I mean, our entire wedding party got that phrase tattooed above their asses as a wedding favor. How could I forget?!”
When your best man is a tattoo artist, I mean, why wouldn’t you?
Just like there are perks to having a maid of honour who’s a prolific fantasy writer turned horror screenwriting marvel.
And half of A24’s now most sought after creative team, I might add.
My queen being the other half. Mickie turned our love story into a literal fairy tale, which we had printed out into a little book for each guest. Might be a fucked up fairytale to some, but I am nothing but pleased.
Someone like me getting my happily ever after?
As far-fetched as that may seem, it happened to me, and I’m grateful every day for it.
“As your curves grow, so will my love for you, princess. Just seeing you doing that?” I nod towards where she hugs her knees to her chest. “My love is multiplying in a way I didn’t think possible. Now, what does my birthday girl want for breakfast?”
“Pancakes and bacon with a side of you.” She grins, stretching her lips over to meet mine. I kiss her soft, hoping she knows it’s an act of worship.
“Your wish is my command, darling, and I will always be by your side. Please don’t ever worry about that.”
She nods and taps her coffin-cut dazzler to my diamond-encrusted gold band. “Married till we’re buried, Jett. Married till we’re buried.”