Epilogue Two
LUCCA
Five Years Later.
Five blissful years of waking up every morning to my woman, and three adorable little girls who are the spitting image of their mother. I always thought love would soften me. Preston, Jason, and my cousins say that it’s made me more ruthless, if possible. As long as my girls are safe, I don’t care.
I’m also a sucker for the woman who has turned my world into paradise. Which is how we wound up chartering this yacht with Sal, Cor, and their women and children to sail across an ocean. Italy awaits us. Our first family vacation where everyone will be available.
The yacht is as large as a small cruise liner, and after the company that owns it made some child-safety modifications, I was settled enough to say yes. The trip is intended to take about two weeks. It’s been four days since we started, and so far, things are going well.
Preston, Jason, and a few of my cousins’ men are with us as well, and four nannies have been hired to help with the children because a man needs his wife, too.
Since I’m the one who is footing the bill this time, I’ve ensured our suite includes a private balcony so my wife can sunbathe in the nude. It’s something she’s taken a desperate liking to.
Stepping out onto the deck now, she is precisely where she promised to be. Under an umbrella, bare naked, and on her back on a deck chair. Her legs are spread wide open as I approach, and her sun-kissed flesh glows.
“I think you’ve had about enough for the day.”
Her tits are swollen, and I know she’ll either need to pump or feed a child soon.
“But it feels so wonderful.” She sighs and sits up. “Is she up already?”
Our youngest is only four months old, but I swear Coco’s already pregnant. Her body bounced back quickly after giving birth this time, and as I examine her, I notice the subtle differences once again.
“Not yet. You’re mine, first.” She also hasn’t had a period since giving birth, and given that she was on me as soon as the doctors said she could, I suspect my fertile wife was impregnated that first time.
“Mmm, I’m always yours, husband.” I never tire of hearing her say that.
Tugging down my shorts, I settle between her legs and slide into her soaked pussy with a groan, taking a moment to genuinely feel her body—the inside of her pussy so hot it nearly burns. She’s only like that when she’s pregnant.
“Wife,” I growl as I begin to move, nipping at her nipples before moving up her body and sucking her lip between my teeth. “Do you have something to tell me?”
Her legs slide up my hips, hooking around my back as her nails rake my skin while she whispers in my ear, “Twins this time.” I swear my dick thickens more.
“Better be boys,” I growl. Not that I don’t love my girls, I’m obsessed with each of them, but I need some testosterone around to even things out.
Turns out to be two more girls, and my world is complete.
The End!
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