Now I have to turn my head away because I’m afraid I’ll blind him with my grin. But when Smith tilts my head back towards him again, he’s holding a little gold ring in his outstretched palm. My hand goes to cover my mouth in shock.
“Smith,” I gasp, floored. “It’s… We…”
“It’s only been a few days. We barely know each other. I know. But I also know how I feel, Casey. And I know how you feel. I love you. I love you so fucking much. And I’m not going to get down on one knee and ask you to spend your life with me because we both know that’s already going to happen. I just want to make it official, so that everyone else knows it too.”
He slips the ring onto my finger before I’ve even been able to muster the words to respond. Not that there are any words needed. Throwing my arms around him again, I sob as he lifts me, holding me against his body. “Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes…”
“My good girl,” he mutters one last time, before pulling me in for a kiss that I know I’ll never forget. No matter how many more kisses there are, this one is that will stay with me.
Forever.
Epilogue
Two Years Later
Smith
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“Casey!” The familiar voice rings out through the house, closely followed by the sound of little feet rushing.
“Aunt Iz!” Travis cries, giggling as he’s swept up into her arms. Casey emerges from the kitchen at the same time I poke my head out of my office, both of us sharing a smile.
“I think he likes you more than me,” Casey nods towards the little boy already playing peek–a–boo with Izzy. My little boy. My son.
I was right. We found out that Casey was pregnant only a few weeks after we met. It didn’t make any difference to our plans, we always knew things were going to move a little more quickly for us. I rebuked my mothers' suggestions that we were rushing things, deciding to forego the traditional extravagance that usually accompanied weddings in our family in favor of something simpler.
Casey agreed. We got married in Vegas, a wild weekend that truly took it out of the both of us – Casey a little more than me, to be honest – and I know my mother dies a little bit inside every time she’s forced to spy our wedding photo atop the fireplace. Casey is in a shortened wedding dress, not quite showing yet, with her legs wrapped around my waist as the desert wind whips her hair in every direction, our bodies entangled in a steamy embrace.
It was fucking perfect for us, honestly. Hot and dirty and wild, just like our sex is.
And once I had Casey by my side, things just seemed to settle into place. Life became so easy, it’s almost cruel to everyone else. I’ve always been lucky, yeah, but for all of this to happen? I must owe someone, big time.
“Dad! Iz!” Travis rushes up to my legs. He’s trying to tell me he’s going with Auntie Izzy, but he’s only just two, so I play along like he makes sense.
“Yeah, you’re going with Auntie Izzy today, huh little man?” Once I’ve picked him up, he instantly stretches his arms out towards Izzy, who has been an honest–to–god angel to us over the past two years – because it’s kind of hard to find the time to fuck like wild animals when you have a baby running around.
“See, I told you,” Casey laughs as I hand him over to Izzy, who slings the little backpack onto her arm.
“Usual time?” She asks, and I nod.
“Thanks, as always.” She’s already too wrapped up in Travis, grinning and making faces at him as she promises him plenty of snacks and ice cream, which I know we’re going to feel the consequences of later.
But right now… I turn to Casey, already biting her lip as I approach.
“Mr. Henry…” She teases, backing away from me. “What’s that look on your face?”
“The look of someone who’s about to fuck his pregnant wife into a screaming, dripping mess…” I latch my hand onto her hair, walking her backward until she hits the counter behind her.
“You promise?” There she goes again. Two years. Two years of drilling into her until she’s a broken, sobbing mess, and she still hasn’t learned that she shouldn't to tempt me like that.
“Yes,” I grunt, lifting her onto the counter by her ass. “But only if you’re a good girl.” She leans back over the island, arching her back, pressing the slight bump of her stomach towards me.
“I’m always your good girl,” she moans, as my fingers make quick work of her skirt. Pulling her panties down fully, I’m still amazed by how perfect her pussy looks every damn time.
My tongue knows every little curve of her cunt by now, all the ways to make her buck her hips against her face and dig her fingers into the back of my head. So it doesn’t take long before she’s rolling her hips, calling out for more, one hand having swept several items aside off the counter.
That’s a job for later. Right now, I’m focused completely on eating out her sweet, desperate little pussy, prepping her for what we both know is to follow. “Say it again,” I moan against her folds, wanting to drive her mad with lust.
“I’m your good girl,” she gasps, as my tongue plunges into her hole, my thumb running quick circles around her clit. “I’m your good girl.”
Oh, she is. She sure fucking is.
Epilogue
Ten Years Later
Casey
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I press my hands to my temples to try and block out the noise. “Smith!” I call out, as another thundercloud of feet stamps past my door.
Ten years, five kids, and three houses. How am I not sick of this life yet?
Because you get to spend every day with him, duh.
I look up as my husband appears at the door, smirking. He knows what I’m about to ask.
“Could you please, please, distract them with something while I finish the budget?”
He leans in a little closer, out of earshot of our nosey kids. “And what do I get in return?”
“My eternal love and affection?”
He gives his head a tight shake. “Sorry. Pretty sure it’s too late for that.”
I run my tongue over my lips. Not that Smith had lost interest in filling my pussy daily, but lately he’d grown particularly fond of having me drop to my knees in return for any old favor.
Jokes on him. I would spend every second of the day sucking his cock for free.
Hopeful that we’re not about to be interrupted, I slide off my chair and to my knees, shuffling up to him, putting on my best puppy–dog eyes. “Please, Mr. Henry… I’ll do anything.”
He’s already come either in me or on me twice today, and god, this man is still insatiable. He shifts the hair off my face, and I can hear the rumble in his voice as he has to hold back his lust. “Kids! First one sitting down gets to pick the movie!”
The screaming and giggling instantly cuts out, following by the shuffling of feet, and the all too familiar sound of siblings squabbling.
“No, I was first!”
“But you were first last time!”
“No I wasn’t, Darcey was!”
“No, it was Travis!”
“Don’t bring me into this!”
I blow Smith a kiss as he stalks off to deal with the kids. This will bag me an hour of privacy, at least, before I have him knocking at my door expecting his reward.
And I’ll be only too happy to get down to my knees, and give, and give, and give, until Smith has an altogether more punishing reward on his mind.
And then I’ll be the one who needs quieting down...
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