Extended Epilogue
fill me up
My cheek stings from a friction burn, but I don’t want her to stop.
I never want her to stop. I fucking love the way it feels to have her control my orgasm, ruin me if she pleases, ride me if she’d rather–whatever she wants; I never know what I’m getting, and I’m always left on my knees, humbled by my queen.
It’s what she’s become. Something like a queen. Because she does rule me. And she knows, without a doubt, my cock is hers.
When we met, I’d never have believed someone if they had told me where I’d be now. I would never have imagined I’d be doing some of the things I’m doing.
But it’s better this way. Living life according to what you feel in your heart and enjoying it. That’ s a much better life than living your life always in comparison to some life you never had.
I love my wife. I love what we have. She’s my best friend and my queen. I’m her best friend and her very good boy.
“You want more, or have you had enough?” Her fingers curl into the hair on the back of my neck, tugging but only gently. She wiggles above me as I strain the side of my face away from the mattress, gulping in air so I can reply.
“More,” I groan, “I want more.”
Another cold, hard whack against my bare ass causes my back to vibrate, and then she’s sinking inside me again, lying flesh to flesh, her writhing sweaty body topping mine.
With a rhythmic motion that builds my orgasm to the highest crest, she fucks me hard, all while gripping my biceps and dropping words of praise in my ear.
“Good boy, look at my good boy taking it so rough.”
Clutching the edge of the mattress as my body smears against it, she sits up off me for a moment, just long enough to reach back and stroke my aching cock, which is stretched behind me, flat against the bed.
She’s never taken me in this position, me on my belly with my cock splayed behind me. But I like it; I feel taken care of and surrounded.
When she’s back to topping me, tits to back, she drags the tip of her tongue along the curve of my ear. “Feel good being out of your cage?”
I nod as drool smears against the bed. “Yes.”
“What do you think? Should I let you cum inside me now?”
Again, I nod, my lower half grinding against the bed unintentionally, my body so desperate for release that it’s trying to find it without my permission.
Slowly, she hollows me as she slides out, getting off the bed to step out of the thick, veiny strap-on attached to her hips.
I watch from one eye as she lowers the cock carefully to the waiting towel on the floor, then returns to the bed.
“On your back,” she orders, so I roll, glad to be face up for a while.
Grabbing my cock, I pump myself a few times, groaning at how absolutely rock-hard I am from that pegging session.
I liked feeling her tits pressed against me.
I liked her forcing my cock back on the bed; it added a new level of pressure to things. I sigh. “That felt really good.”
She arches a brow as she throws one luscious leg over my hip, centering herself on the erection she took from me. “Yeah?”
I nod. “Yeah.”
She grins, tossing her chocolate curls over her shoulder, putting the sweaty soft slope of her throat on display. I reach up and stroke her skin, in awe of her delicate beauty.
“You’re so beautiful.” Then I try again, using my favorite word. “My wife is beautiful.”
She leans down long enough to give me a wet kiss, full of filthy promise. “Now, are you ready to fill me full of your cum and put a baby inside me?”
Immediately I push up to my elbows, eyes wide. She grins as she lets her hands roam over the muscles of my chest, tweaking my nipples and massaging my abs. Finally, wearing a smirk, she says, “I did it. I’m off the pill.”
My eyes fill, but I ignore it.
It may be our wedding night, but I’ve been telling Delane since about four months into dating her that I wanted to marry her and make her a mom.
She’s always wanted to be a mom, and even though at twenty-three and twenty-seven, many people want to tell us that we have time, that we should travel and live before adding kids to the mix, we’ve talked about starting our family right away .
Delane said after the wedding, we could talk about when she will go off birth control. I was hopeful that meant we could start trying to have a baby within months.
“Surprise,” she says, sinking down on my cock while my brain is still spinning. Luckily, my cock could not care less about her news, and he stays hard and eager as she begins to ride him.
“Are you, are you sure?” I groan as she swivels her hips in a way that makes me ready to blow. I grab her by the waist and bring her rocking to a stop. “Are you sure? Because you just fucked me for an hour. I’m not going to last long.”
She giggles. “Me either.” Dropping her hand between her legs, she strokes her clit. “I’m so close. Fucking you like that, god baby, it was so hot.”
I swallow thickly, discovering that her news has brought a thick lump of emotion to my throat. But I talk around it, determined to be sure. “You’re sure?”
She nods. “I’ve been sure as long as you. It just took some tapering and trying different things to get my hormones right after coming off birth control.”
Slowly, she resumes the torturous sway of her hips, her little cunt sucking up my cock, strangling him with her excitement as she does.
“Fill me up,” she moans, “give me all your cum. Fuck your cum into me, Miller,” she moans, head tipped forward, the ends of her curls grazing my abs.
Watching her find her orgasm using me this way is the sexiest thing ever.
I grip her hips as mine surge up off the bed, my cock flooding with intensity as my orgasm bursts free.
“Oh,” she moans, eyes fluttering closed as she sinks her groin to mine, her clit kissing my body as she rides tight, low circles on my cock, her little pussy convulsing around me as we orgasm together.
I empty myself into her with a shudder, loving how it feels to be fucking her to make a baby.
The idea of our child growing inside her, the vision of myself bringing her the baby to nurse in the middle of the night and rubbing her feet while she does—every single part of being a father and husband is appealing to me. I want all of it.
She flips her hair back, and sweat shimmers along her skin everywhere as I take in the sight of my queen owning my cock.
“Think you got me pregnant?” she asks with a giggle as she strokes her fingers through the light trail of hair connecting my belly to my cock.
“I don’t know,” I admit, “but I’ll spend every free moment of my life trying.”
Four weeks after our wedding, Delane missed her period.
The End.