Epilogue - Georgie
I’m bursting at the seams. My body is heavy, and I get tired easily.
My belly is so swollen I can barely move. Even getting dressed is an uncomfortable chore.
“Why didn’t I get to be one of those glowing pregnant women?” I moan, trying to sit up from the bed where I was having an afternoon nap so that I could make it through the party tonight without yawning every ten minutes.
Kris stands at the side of the bed with his arms folded over his chest. He has a naughty smile etched across his face while he watches me, and I struggle and fail to sit up and start to giggle uncontrollably. His grin widens.
“Are you enjoying this?” I ask through the laughter.
“I’m not going to lie, I really enjoy the fact that you can’t even put your pants on without me. It’s good to be needed.”
“If you like being needed, why aren’t you helping me sit up?” I moan.
“Because this is entertaining,” he chuckles.
“When I get off this bed, I’m going make you pay,” I warn him.
He laughs again, but the warmth in his eyes is beautiful.
He leans down and scoops me up as though I weigh nothing, setting me down on my feet in front of him.
“You’ll make me pay? Why do I like the sound of that?” he grins.
I stand on my tiptoes and wrap my hands around the back of his neck, pulling him lower so I can whisper in his ear, “Your tongue will be so tired from all the licking you’ll be begging me for a break,” I say, turning myself on as the images of his mouth over my pussy flood my thoughts.
He has a rather magic way that he moves his tongue, and I’ve been asking for it often over the past few months, much to his delight.
He growls, a low rumble that vibrates against me. His cock throbs.
“Georgie, if you start making promises like that, we’ll never get out of this bedroom, and we have guests arriving in two hours.”
“We can do a lot in two hours,” I giggle. Teasing him is one of my favorite games. It doesn’t help, though, that I’m teasing myself as well.
He steps back, his cock getting harder, and shakes his head. “You are too naughty. It’ll take you an hour just to shower and get dressed.”
“This is your baby, you know,” I gesture over my belly.
He winks. “Fine, I’ll help you.” He rolls his eyes playfully.
It does take me ages to get ready, but as I stand in front of the mirror, wearing the beautiful dress he gave me for today’s party, I feel like a princess. Which is difficult these days with a belly so large.
It’s a gorgeous, silky black dress that hugs my growing breasts and then flares out in a flowing liquid wave all the way to my feet, drifting around me elegantly.
“It’s your first party,” I whisper, cupping my hands around my stomach.
“Everyone is coming here today to celebrate you. A baby shower. Everything is pink. Balloons, flowers, cakes…one day I’ll show you photographs.
” I talk to our baby often, telling her about my day and how excited I am to meet her.
Kris stands behind me and wraps his hands around my belly, too. “We’ll get to meet her in two months. It feels like too long and too short at the same time. I want to meet her, but I love seeing you pregnant with my child.” He kisses my neck and my body sparks to life.
“We can make another one. Didn’t you want three?”
“Yes, two boys and a girl. But the boys were supposed to come first,” he grins.
“Well, our girl is going to be strong and fierce, so she will be able to take care of her baby brothers.”
“Strong and fierce like her mother,” he agrees, looking at me in the reflection of the mirror.
“We look good together,” he grins.
I turn in his arms and look up at him with so much love in my heart it’s overwhelming.
“You’re going to be the most incredible father,” I tell him.
“We are going to be the most incredible family,” He agrees, smiling warmly.
Downstairs, we hear commotion as guests begin to arrive.
He takes my hand and pulls me towards the door. “Come on, beautiful girl, let’s go have some fun.”
It’s an intimate baby shower. We wanted to invite people who mean a lot to us. This is one of two parties we’ll have. My parents didn’t want to come to the city, so the second one we’ll have at their home in the countryside.
Tonight is a Bratva party. The four Pakhans that make up his alliance, and their wives, are here tonight to celebrate with us.
The best part is that over the past months, we’ve been spending so much time together as a group while our husbands build their businesses, that all of us girls have become incredibly close. And that led to the men shifting their alliance to something more meaningful—a friendship.
Nestor, Benedikt, Emmanuil and Ardalion have become extended family, brothers to Kristopher.
Lara, Ulyana, Bella, Jess and I are practically inseparable, as they’ve been helping me set up the mansion and the baby room while Kris has been at work.
They are such incredible women, each of them strong in their own way, and each of them very special to me.
Jess pulls me into a hug, smiling beautifully. “Georgie, you look like a goddess in this dress. I can’t believe my brother chose it,” she laughs.
I step back and do a little twirl for her, enjoying the way the skirt flares out around me.
Lara and Bella bring over the pink virgin cocktails they made for the party, and we all walk out into the garden to see what the men are up to.
The balloon arch is my favorite. It’s where we plan to take photos later on in the evening.
The gift table is overflowing.
The food is divine.
Laughter fills the air, and as Kris slips his arm around my waist and pulls me close, I don’t remember a happier time in my life.
Emmanuil raises his glass. “Can I have everyone’s attention for a moment?” he says.
We all turn towards him.
“Does everyone have a drink?” he asks. We nod.
“Alright. Well, basically, I wanted to say that you guys have all become my family. These past few months have brought us closer together, and I value every single one of you. I can’t express my gratitude enough, and while I can go on about the things you’ve done for me, today is actually not about that at all.
It’s about a little girl who is about to be born into a beautiful home with two amazing parents.
Kris and Georgie, we are so excited for you two, for the joy and magic you are soon to experience.
We can’t imagine two better-suited people to be together and create a family.
Your little girl is going to be the luckiest girl on the planet.
We can’t wait to meet her.” He raises his glass, and we all join him.
“To a healthy, happy, beautiful little baby,” he says excitedly.
“Hear-hear,” the chorus goes around the room as our friends share their wishes for us.
Jess has been the most supportive friend I could ever ask for. Obviously, the fact that she is about to become an aunt adds to the joy of it all. She’s been spoiling me with far too many gifts, and the days I haven’t seen her, she’s made sure to call me on every one of them.
She and Emmanuil have already set aside a college fund for our little girl, which is the gift they present us with this evening at her baby shower.
I can’t get over the incredible amount of support we have around us.
This is the fantasy life I could only dream of, except it’s very real. And I am very happy.
The party goes on late, and by the time our last guests, Emmanuil and Jess, leave, I’m ready to curl up in bed and sleep like the dead. I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open as I strip out of my beautiful dress, letting is slide down my body and fall to the floor at my feet.
I crawl into bed and snuggle my face against my pillow as Kris climbs out of the shower.
But Kris has other ideas as he shifts closer to me beneath the blankets.
I’m about to tell him I’m so tired I can barely think, but as soon as he pulls me against his chest, my back curled into the curve of his body, my skin ignites with need. My body sparks with desire beyond my control.
“Are you too tired, little one?” he whispers against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “Because you don’t have to do a thing. I’ll give you all the pleasure in the world, and it’ll make you dream the most beautiful dreams.”
I arch my back and rub my ass against his cock, already hard and pushing into me. “I thought I was too tired, but it turns out I’m too weak to resist you,” I giggle.
“Also, you should never have gone to bed naked if you expected me to keep my hands to myself,” he says cheekily.
“You didn’t know I was naked when you climbed into bed naked,” I counter.
“Darling, I watched you undress in the reflection of the mirror while I played with myself in the shower.” His words heat a feverish desire in my mind.
“You watched me?” I ask, breathless.
“I did. Every curve of your body, every pout of your lips as you wiggled the dress off. I love every inch of you.” As he speaks, he rubs his cock over my pussy, teasing me with his words and his body.
I arch harder against him.
“Do you want my cock, little one?” he asks, thrusting forward and pushing the tip into me. I shiver in delight, but he pulls out again.
“Kristopher,” I plead, wrapping my fingers around the thick muscles of his arm.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands.
“I want to feel your monstrous cock slide into my pussy. I want you to thrust deep into me and show me again why I belong to you.”
He groans in pleasure, unable to stop himself from giving me what I want.
He thrusts his cock into me, inch by inch, stretching me open and filling me up. I gasp in pleasure and cry out as he grabs my hips and pulls me against his.
I close my eyes in the darkness and focus entirely on how his body feels against mine, how his cock feels as it claims me again. His hands explore my breasts and pull me closer as he pushes harder and deeper into me.
He moves in steady, rhythmic thrusts, pushing, groaning against my ear.
Fuck. This man is everything to me. He makes me feel like the most beautiful girl that ever existed.
He slips his hand around the front of my body, between my legs, rubbing his skilled fingers over my clit as he continues to slowly fuck me from behind.
“I’m going to come,” I gasp.
“Already?” he muses.
“You feel too good inside me.”
“I can feel your pussy tightening,” he growls.
The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, and as my pussy pulses over him, he begins to move faster.
The moment the orgasm ends, it’s already building again.
And he can feel it.
He groans in pleasure, his hands desperately exploring my curves.
His cock slides in and out of my pussy, massaging me from the inside, penetrating me, and stealing my breath away.
It isn’t long before I’m close to orgasming again.
“Wait for me, my love,” he growls in my ear.
“I can’t,” I gasp, my body already shaking.
My pussy tightens again, but this time his cock gets so rigid inside me it stretches me even more.
He explodes into me as my pussy spasms. The pleasure of our joint release is more than I can bear, and I cry out, completely lost in him for a moment.
When it ends, my head is spinning, and my body is already slipping into sleep. I fight it, wanting to hold onto this moment. It’s special to me, just like every moment I get to share with him.
“I can’t keep my eyes open,” I mumble sleepily, his cock still inside me, as he wraps his arm around my waist and whispers, “Sleep, my beautiful princess. I’ve got you.”
“I love you, Kristopher,” I whisper.
“I love you more than life itself, Georgie. You are my everything. My entire universe. I can’t wait to spend every day of the rest of my life making you the happiest woman alive.”
A happy smile spreads over my face as the heat from his body soaks into mine, and the sweetest dreams steal me away.
But the most beautiful part of all is that my life is more magical than any dream I might have. And when I wake up in the morning, I’ll realize all over again just how lucky I am to have this amazing man in my life. To have him love me in the way that he does.
I wish every girl could find love like this.
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THE END