Epilogue #2
I’d just reached the edge of my first orgasm, ready to burst, when a shockingly new sensation prevented my body from finding its release; something thick, slowly forcing its way into my asshole.
“What the—fuck, is that?”
“You like that, Wildcat? Want more?”
“Wh-why does that feel so good?” I was stuck in the middle of my climax, unsure of what to think. There was so much going on between my cunt and the feeling of his thumb pressing deeper into my ass. I was seeing stars before even finding my release.
I buried my face in the sheets, muffling my cries of bliss as another wave quickly built within me, even more intense than the first.
“That’s my girl. Let it all out. Let me taste you.”
I lost control, my climax tearing through me like a landslide. I could barely breathe, the sounds coming from my throat more animal than human.
My pussy continued to tingle and buzz from the lingering effects of his tongue ring, creating longer aftershocks than I was used to. I’d have asked for more, but my brain was so fucked that I couldn’t form a single damn word besides, “Cowboy.”
“Oh, I ain’t stoppin’ there, darlin’.” Rhylan chuckled as he flipped me onto the bed like a fucking pancake, ass just barely hanging off the edge, with my legs settled around his hips for support. “I reckon you’ve got at least one more left in you. Maybe we try for that girl?”
We paused for a moment, turning what was supposed to be nothing more than a heated afternoon delight into something more meaningful.
“Rhylan Ross, have you developed a breeding kink already?” A laugh bubbled from my chest as my handsome husband hovered over me, his hands fisting the mattress beside my head, biceps deliciously flexed.
I stared up at him, admiring his masculine features as I reached to run my fingers along his sharp jawline. No matter how long it’s been, how many years we’ve shared a bed—a home, I always saw him the exact same way; as if we’d just met.
“The only kink I’ve developed is the one that involves satisfying my girl and giving her everything she wants.” Rhylan rolled his hips, running the shaft of his cock up and down my soaked pussy. “And I know, you’ve been aching for a miniature version of you.”
“Because you know me sooo well, don’t you, Cowboy?” His gentle grinding along my clit made me feel drunk, my thoughts drowned out by the stimulation. And when he managed to hit just the right spot, I bucked my hips with a guttural moan. Round two.
“Little late for the verbal foreplay. You’ve already come for me once with an edge.” Keeping his upper body still, Rhylan tilted his hips back, lining up the head of his cock before plunging himself into me, all the way to the base.
“Oh, god…” A winded gasp was all I could give as he hit all the right spots.
“That’s right, Wildcat. Pray to God, because you’re not leaving this room until I’m dripping down your thighs the second you make a move to stand.” He pressed a rough kiss to the side of my head before pushing off the mattress, moving me into one of his favorite positions.
He straightened my left leg against his body before hooking my right around his waist, making it easier for him to bounce me on his dick in a horizontal position. Short, quick, and deep.
Letting go of my thigh, Rhylan sucked on his thumb before pressing the pad against my clit, lightly rolling it in slow circles. He took me from zero to sixty, having come completely down from my first climax only to be catapulted into another.
Unable to reach him from the position I was in, I twisted my fists in the sheets instead, digging my nails into the cotton fabric, resisting the urge to come too soon, as my back arched off the bed.
“Rhy, I can’t—”
“Then don’t, because I’m already right there with you, Dakota.”
Squeezing his shaft with my pussy, a satisfied groan came from my husband, who picked up his pace, heading straight toward the finish line. Each thrust went deeper than the last, until I could feel the head of his cock against my cervix.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, hooking my heels behind his back before reaching up to grab Rhylan from the nape of his neck, pulling him down to my level as my hands fisted in his soft hair.
Our mouths collided, a kiss full of tongue and teeth; intoxicating moans blending together. I pulled away from his lips as I found my release, burying my head in the crevice of his neck while my nails sank into his scalp.
Rhylan’s fingertips bruised my hips as he followed me with a final, brutal slam, his cock pulsing enough cum that I could feel it seeping out between us; the warm liquid turning cold within seconds of touching the air.
Thoroughly spent, he collapsed on top of me, and I wrapped myself around him while the aftershocks started to dull, not wanting to let go.
Silence had settled between us while we caught our breath and finished coming down. After a few minutes of quiet, Rhylan mumbled against the side of my neck, taking a deep inhale that sounded like he was ready to pass out for the rest of the day.
“You have absolutely no idea just how perfect you’ve made my life, darlin’.”
I shut my eyes, listening to his softening breaths as his body relaxed on mine like a weighted blanket. His heartbeat was strong against my chest, mine beating in time with his.
He grounded me from the very first moment.
Rhylan made me whole.