Epilogue
DOM
Two Months Later
The bedroom is quiet save for the heavy echoing sound of our breathing.
I’m in the chair facing the Seattle skyline, and Cory is in my lap, completely naked, riding my cock.
Our skin is slick with sweat, a deliberate tilt of her hips is driving me out of my ever-loving mind.
I keep my hands clamped firmly on her waist to anchor her while she straddles my lap.
Her eyes are glazed with desire and raw pleasure as she sets an agonizingly slow pace.
Her hands grip the tops of my thighs, fingers curling into my skin every time she slides down my hard cock, burying me completely inside her hot tight cunt.
“Dom,” she pants softly with a breathless rasp.
She pauses her movements for a fraction of a second, full of my dick, and I flex inside her.
I look down at where we’re joined. The lips of her pussy flare out, her bare cunt glistening with wetness, and I can see her pulse around me.
“Dom,” Cory says my name again, gaining my attention.
It’s damn hard to look away. I do reluctantly, landing on her eyes. “We need an amendment.”
“An amendment on what, sweetheart?” I let out a low growl, my thumbs digging slightly into the soft flesh of her hips. I drag the tip of my finger downward, drawing closer to her clit, and when it meets the tightened bundle of nerves, I circle it clockwise before stroking counterclockwise.
“A new contract,” she whispers. A breathless smile tugs at her lips as she begins to slowly rock against me.
She’s coming up with a contract of her own, this one verbal, and she’s doing it while fucking my cock.
“Since we threw all the old paperwork out the window, I think it’s only fair I set some new terms.” I chuckle.
The deep rumbling in my chest vibrates against hers when I lean into her.
“I’m listening. Lay out your terms.” She leans forward, her bare breasts brushing against me. My mouth waters to take her nipples in my mouth.
“Term number one,” she mutters, her hips shifting in a circle that makes me clench my jaw.
It’s damn hard giving up the reins to let your wife take control.
“We keep this freedom. We go on vacation when we want, wherever we want, without asking anyone for permission.” She’s been liking the somewhat free life we’ve built over the past couple of months, it seems.
“Keep going.” I keep working her clit, feeling her wetness coat my thumb.
“Term number two: we go out to dinner whenever the mood strikes, without worrying about the who or the why. No corporate bullshit, no strategic press placement, just you and me.”
“Done.” My hand on her hip tightens, helping her lift and slide back down the thick length of my shaft. “Easiest negotiation of my life, sweetheart. What else do you have for me?”
“Term number three.” She stutters in her ministrations, and her breathing changes as I thrust up slightly to meet her downward stroke.
“If we want to hang with friends at the club until two in the morning, that’s okay, too.
No schedules, no suffocating rules. We live our lives out in the open, on our own watch. ”
“Consider it signed, sealed, and delivered.” My muscles tighten slightly as my balls draw up with the need to paint my wife’s cunt with my cum. Her center squeezing around me with every rise and fall is almost more than I can stand. “Is that all, wife?”
“The final clause.” Cory pauses, chest heaving as she holds my eyes.
The playful, teasing light shifts deeper, laced with a vulnerability that makes the damn thing in my chest pound harder.
“No children for the first two years of our marriage, Dom. I want time for us before everything changes.” Hearing her words, I grunt.
A primitive, instinctual part of my brain immediately objects against the term.
I want nothing more than to see her pregnant with my child.
The mere image of Cory soft, round, and glowing with my baby, carrying our child, my name, and legacy, it’s enough to make my blood burn hot and has my spine snapping straight, holding back the need to fill her with my cum.
I want to claim every single part of her.
But as I look at her flushed face, messy hair, and absolute trust shining in her eyes, even I can admit I like the idea of having her all to myself.
Two years of uninterrupted possession of the woman who has my heart, my soul, and my cock, it’s not a sacrifice. It’s a bonus.
“Two years,” I agree. “You and me, Cory.” I’m rewarded with a beautiful smile, and it’s my complete undoing.
“Dom.” Her pussy ripples around my length, her inner walls tightening in a violent, frantic motion as her climax slams through her body.
She throws her head back and a loud uninhibited cry tears from her throat as she begins to ride me with a desperate, chaotic speed, chasing her high.
The squeezing and pulsing rhythm of her orgasm is my final breaking point for my restraint.
I don’t hold back for another second. I pull her mouth to mine, and my hand wraps securely around the back of her neck, anchoring her face to mine.
I kiss her with a fierceness, deep, consuming, and swallowing her breathless cries.
I arch my hips one final, powerful time, burying myself deep inside her as the wave of my release rips through my body.
I paint her cunt with my cum, hot and thick, while our mouths stay locked as we come together.
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