Epilogue

Epilogue

Mason, three years later

I bury my cock into my angel's tight pussy and draw strength from the gasp of delight.

I growl when she screams my name.

"Mason, harder!"

I know how to take an order. I inhale the scent of lavender and sweetness of honey from the perfume I gave her as an early Christmas present last night after the baby went to sleep.

I bury my face in her neck and pump my cock into my wife's fist-tight pussy, her cries of pleasure ricocheting off the four walls of the elevator, and I know I can't hold on much longer.

"Wrap your legs around me."

She obeys and I drive deeper. Having a rambunctious toddler in the house has led us to find creative ways for alone time.

"Hurry up, we're almost there."

I can't tell if she's talking about the elevator or her orgasm. I slam my fist against the elevator brakes and we jerk to a stop. I crave the silence. It's just me and my woman who stole my heart and all my senses.

"Let's have another baby. Let me plant another little miracle in your belly, angel."

I drive hard and fast and she grips me close. Her scent washes over me. She grabs my hair in both hands and I grunt, loving how crazy I've made her. I can see the wild in her eyes and I love it when she gets like this. My cock swells and I can feel my seed ready to explode as my balls tighten.

"Yes, ride me harder, angel."

I rip open her shirt and latch onto a supple nipple. Soon, if I have my way, her breasts will be filled with milk. Thinking of the drops leaking out of those pink tight tips takes me to my breaking point.

"Fuck me harder, Mason."

Her legs tighten and she cries out.

I know we are not leaving this elevator without a second child in her belly. I don't know how I lived before her.

One more thrust and I give her every ounce of my white-hot cum. Ribbons of hot sperm shoot into her and I slowly release her and help her to her feet.

"Now straighten your dress, angel, and make sure my milk stays in you. I want to lick your pussy and thighs clean when we get home tonight."

We step out of the elevator and we are welcomed at our company Christmas party by our employees and board members. People I've known since day one mingled in with fresh faces. No one comes near my family and our home now. I can't take that chance.

Maybe someday, but that isn't today.

"Why do you get all the fun," Allison leans in and teases, a smile for the building crowd around us.

My wife, my angel erased all the bad memories of my mother leaving all those years ago and replaced them with only goodness. I've learned to trust my heart to her and I know she's done the same with me.

She turns her gaze up to mine and whispers, "Yours. Mason. I'm all yours." She senses my thoughts without me having to say anything. And this all-consuming love that I have for my wife triples. She's given me everything I never knew I needed and I'd do anything to protect her and our new life. I'd change nothing about the night I took her and all the change she brought about to our lives, making our world complete.

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