by Ciara Cole
Trent had shaken his head impatiently. “Just get rid of him, Max.”
“Yes, sir.”
The intern’s eyes had popped wide. Everyone knew of or at least suspected that Max had a dark past as an ex-army special operative and mercenary. Were they really going to get rid of him, the intern’s bugging eyes had seemed to question in fear.
“It means you’re fired,” Max had told the guy, as he had grabbed the man’s arm. The intern had slumped in what seemed like relief, even as Max had quipped, “What did you think? That I was about to chop you up in little pieces and stuff you in a suitcase? Geez. Just go.”
He had led the man out, while sending a rare grin over his shoulder at the chuckling Trent.
All that drama was far from Trent’s thoughts right then, as he groaned with how tight his sexy bride was, wrapped around him with her moist, velvet vagina. Watching her round, smooth brown ass bouncing on his groin made his senses dizzy. She took him so deep, her full chocolate lips stretching round him and gulping in the inches with each grind of her sultry hips.
He pulled her back to lean on him, so her body flattened and he could view her flat stomach. He spread his palm over the concave bowl and whispered how close he was to filling her with his seed. And added, that he couldn’t wait to fill her with a baby too. They’d already had a week of practice, he thought to himself. He could almost feel they already had a life forming inside her, a life they both created, for the second time.
Trent felt a sudden pang as he thought momentarily of his late wife Hailey. He’d stuck with the marriage even with her gold-digging ways and even the little hints and rumors of her infidelity. It was sad that her parents still seemed to resent him, but he chose not to press charges after dismissing their spy. Maybe one day, they could find healing like Trent had done when Gwen came back to his life, and gave him the gift of Jonah.
He loved the beautiful boy more and more each day. They did everything together. Trent and Gwen were definitely eager to make sure that Jonah wasn’t an only child like them, and would have a brother and sister soon enough.
“You ready, angel?” he whispered to his wife, as her body shuddered against his, her screams of ecstasy filling the air.
He’d held back long enough. His sac was full and aching to empty its all into her waiting uterus. The sounds of wet flesh slapping on flesh almost maddened him. His breathing grew ragged as his wife’s generous ass rocked up and down on him, her walls gripping him tighter. That was all the answer he needed.
“Agghh! Now, baby. Come now.” His hoarse command urged her to let go. His thrusts became violent, neither of them able to hold back. She’ll be too sore to walk after this, at least for an hour or two. He’d gladly carry her around where she needed to go, thought Trent with an inner chortle. He knew all too well that she liked it when he lost control, just like she loved the pleasure-pain of being taken hard and rough in the last throes of her upcoming orgasm.
Her legs trembled on him, her whole frame in spasms as she screamed his name so loud he had to close his hand over her mouth. Her eyes spun upwards into her lids, her spine bucking. Trent groaned thickly and pressed his hand over her hip bones as he pinned her tightly down to him. Through his hazy vision he could see the goose bumps rising on her skin and those gave him goose bumps. He was too close to turn back now, and her contracting walls were squeezing his shaft hotly and wildly. Sealing his mouth on her neck to muffle his own animal roar, Trent poured his release deep, deep inside her.
“I love you,” he drummed unto her skin with his breath. To his amazement, she said it back. More like groaned, but he heard it clearly.
“I love you, too, you devil husband of mine. Just don’t kill me with too much pleasure,” she whimpered. “I came so hard I think I saw the surface of the moon.”
Trent chuckled deeply, then nipped on her ear as their bodies still clung together. “Nothing’s ever too much, not with you. We’ll probably be going at it this hard until our nineties.”
“Oh, dear. Whatever will our great-grandkids and grandkids think of us?” Gwen said, mock-primly. Her back was trembling with her own deep laughter.
***
Love, laughter, pleasure, tears, and happiness—they’d share it all together in the many, many years to come. And Gwen would always remember that sunny morning of their raucous outdoor lovemaking, and notch it as the time their twin daughters must have been conceived. Two years later they’d have another set of twins, boys this time, and Gwen and Trent decided maybe they could be happy with their lively brood of five. But just when they least expected, Gwen got pregnant again, and it was a baby girl, which made her much older twin sisters joyous.
Gwen chose to name her Sara. Trent knew it wasn’t like she was trying to replace his first daughter in Trent’s heart, but was trying to show him that Sara had come back to stay. Trent never used to believe in reincarnation, but somehow he felt this might be true. Sometimes when his youngest daughter smiled at him, she seemed like his little angel who had now flown back home. For that, and every miracle he’d experienced in his life since he got Gwen back, Trent would always be deeply grateful for.
THE END
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