Epilogue

EPILOGUE

Raider

One year later

My beautiful doll loves frozen yogurt. I think it tastes like shit, but I eat it by the truck load, because it’s something we can share together.

After I brought Delilah home, I don’t think I stopped fucking her for a month straight. My freezer is stocked with ice packs for the poor little thing, but she refuses to use them. At least not while I’m around. Probably because it would make me insane to see physical evidence that I made her ache from needing her so bad.

I’ve managed to give her breaks now between fuck sessions. Some days it seems impossible to keep my dick out of her, but she’s managing her own frozen yogurt store now, so she’s off limits during working hours. Mostly. Sometimes the pressure in my balls gets too intense and she has to turn on the CLOSED sign while I rail her from behind in the storage room, all the blonde hair wrapped around my fist.

Goddamn, just thinking about it makes me horny for my little wife. I wonder if she’ll take a break today. Maybe ride me in the backseat of one of the cars I’m repairing? Afterward she could sit on my lap and feed me whatever new fro-yo flavor she’s experimenting with. I’ll tell her it’s delicious, even though I’m wondering why people don’t just eat ice cream instead. Hmm. It would be really easy to make some backseat action happen, considering her yogurt store is attached to my garage. Hell, I’m the one that built the place for her, right onto the side of my shop so she’d be nearby. Couldn’t have her traveling into town or some shit where I can’t protect her from harm, right?

Nope.

Having her so close gives me peace of mind. My customers have taken to waiting in the yogurt store, chatting with Delilah while I change their oil or make repairs. The women, anyway. When men bring their car in for repairs, they wait the fuck outside.

Damn.Now on top of being horny, I’ve got the possessive heat to my blood.

I roll out from beneath the jacked up classic Chevy I’m working on, careful not to bang my hard cock off anything. Coming to my feet, I switch off the radio and poke my head around the doorway leading into Delilah’s shop.

And there she is. My beautiful doll.

She’s standing at the counter, waving goodbye to the group of elderly women who are heading out the exit. My gaze drops, as it inevitably does, to her tight ass…and my eyes narrow. Seems to me she wouldn’t have worn a short, red skirt if she didn’t expect a visit from her husband at some point during the day. Wouldn’t have left those smooth, toned legs out for me to imagine spreading. God knows that’s what I’m doing right now. Thinking about her knees locked around my head while I lick her perfect cunt.

As if Delilah senses me standing there, she turns…giving me a look at my two favorite women. My wife. And the tiny, sleeping baby strapped to her chest.

Sleeping. Thank Christ.

Delilah bites her lip and scrutinizes my lap. “Did you need me for something?”

“I never stop needing you,” I rasp. “Please.”

With a slow stroll designed to drive me crazy, Delilah rounds the yogurt counter, her backside swaying left to right, turning my dick to concrete. She flips over the sign on the door, and I follow her into the small office where we keep a basinet for Hildie. No sooner has she laid down our sleeping baby, that I drag her into the storage closet across the hall.

“Not so fast,” she murmurs, even as she starts popping open buttons on her shirt. One by one. “We’re going for a visit tonight at Roger’s. Can you still close the shop an hour early?”

“Yes,” I grit out, refusing to admit that I no longer mind going to see her asshole brother. It makes my wife happy, and Roger has become tolerable since he realized I worship the ground his sister walks on. “Early. Closing early.”

Delilah smiles up at me, and my heart slams against my ribs. “You’re so good to me.” She pushes open her shirt and presents me with her incredible tits, purring as I mold them in my extra-large hands. “I want to be good to you, too.”

“You are,” I groan, rasping her pretty, pink nipples with my palms. “You’re so good to me, I still wake up every day thinking I’m dreaming.”

“You’re not dreaming,” she whispers, unfastening the fly of my jeans, peeling down the zipper. “I love you. You love me. And it’s not a dream.”

“Thank God.”

When I bend down for a kiss, she evades me. Dropping to her knees. My abdomen lurches with wild lust as Delilah frees my cock, laying a kiss on the pulsing head. “You say I’m good to you.” Her tongue flickers out, catching a drop of come. “But I want to be even better, Daddy.”

I swallow my growl to keep from waking the baby, snaring her hair in my fist and rocking my hips toward her suckling mouth. “Good girl, Delilah. Let Daddy show you how.”

The End