Epilogue Two
~Georgie~
Five Years Later
“Shhh,” I say to my husband after he lets out another loud groan. Each time I grind down on his thick cock, another sound escapes his mouth. “You’re going to wake the baby.”
Despite my warnings, Wyatt grunts again when my hips meet his and reaches down, starting to rub at my clit like he's in a race against time, which he is. “Can’t help it, honey bee,” he pants out as his fingers get me closer and closer to my orgasm.
“You feel so fucking good. So tight. I’m ready to go off right now, watching this perfect body working itself on my dick. ”
Wyatt leans up from the bed and draws a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard before gently biting the tip. The small amount of pain drives me over the edge, and next thing I know I’m groaning a little too loudly myself as I come harder and harder as he keeps his fingers moving.
Just as I start to come down, Wyatt flips our positions and starts thrusting into me as hard as he can, pushing me towards another orgasm. “Can’t…” I breathe out, but my man is persistent, always drawing more pleasure from me that I think is possible.
Wyatt leans down and kisses me fiercely, his tongue demanding entrance into my mouth as he continues to pound away at me. “You can and you will,” he commands, lifting one of my legs to hit an even more delicious angle.
“Oh crap,” I cry out just before I cream for him again, my pussy gripping onto him as he grunts out his own release and pumps me full of his seed.
We just had a baby a few months back, but I hope I get pregnant again.
After our first daughter, Kinsey, was born, it took another few years for me to get pregnant again.
Now we have another little girl, Mabel, sleeping in the attached nursery, but I meant what I said when I told Wyatt I wanted as many babies as he could give me.
Our marriage has been nothing but a dream come true.
We work hard all day, though me less so than I did before since Wyatt insisted I take things easier after our first-born, and we spend our evenings playing with our daughters until their all tuckered out, and spend the next few hours playing with each other.
It’s hard to find time for sex when you have two little ones, but somehow we manage.
Like right now. It’s early, and we both have a long day ahead of us.
Wyatt has work and I’m taking all the kids to the public pool with the other wives and Scarlett, but we managed to get up early enough to squeeze in another quick romp before we had to leave one another.
Wyatt smiles down from above me and kisses my lips gently before he rolls to the side and pulls me into his arms. His hand moves down to rest on my belly. “I think that one is going to take,” he says, kissing my bare shoulder before nuzzling my neck. “Think you can give me a boy this time?”
I huff a breath and turn to look at him. “You know it’s your little soldiers that determine that, right?” I ask, giggling slightly when he looks a little miffed.
“Betrayed by my own sperm,” he mutters before kissing me one more time. “It’s okay. I like being a girl dad.” He’s great at it too, folding his large frame into a tiny chair to play tea party with Kinsey or singing sweetly to Mabel in order to get her to sleep.
Wyatt did always have a way with the ladies, but now all that charm is reserved for me and his daughters. “At least my brothers are on board with helping me fend off any suitors until they’re at least thirty.”
I scoff and bump his chest. “You better not be too controlling with them or maybe you’ll end up with another Scarlett situation on your hands.
” Scarlett’s brothers initially weren’t too happy with their sister’s choice in partner, but eventually they came around.
Thank goodness too because I would have been spitting mad if they drove away my bestie.
“Point taken,” he says, leaning in to kiss me again just as Mabel cries out from her crib.
“Time for her morning feed,” I say, leaning up in bed to go get our daughter, but Wyatt stills me with a hand on my arm.
“Rest here another second,” he tells me, smiling as he hops off the bed and pulls on some sweatpants. “I’ll bring her over.”
“Thanks.” As I watch my gorgeous husband walk over to get our little one, I can’t help but be grateful for everything I have.
Spinning my honey bee bracelet on my wrist, I smile.
When I was little, I thought having a life like this was only something I could dream about.
As it turns out, sometimes dreams really do come true.