Epilogue

10 Years Later

Blaine

I think the most useful thing that I learned during my master's program was the art of grading papers. When I was in school, I was sure that I'd never read through another student's work after graduation; but, I never thought I'd end up pursuing teaching. It was actually my proximity to Julie that showed me where my passions lie. As she prepped to become a history teacher, my interest was piqued. Now, I'm in my fifth year at a university two towns over while she has a ragtag group of high school students that discovered their love of history through her lessons.

Getting here wasn't an easy feat for either of us. About two years into our relationship, Julie got pregnant with our son, Sam. We were engaged at the time, so we moved the wedding up. Then, four months later, our perfect baby boy was born. Despite the hardships of raising him while Julie was in school and I worked, we definitely want another. In fact, we've been trying to conceive.

I shake my head and try to get my focus back on the stack of essays in front of me. It's the last assignment I've given prior to the final exam. There's a little bit of a time crunch when it comes to get these grades in, and if I'm able to save myself from grading at home, that's exactly what I intend on doing. I want as much time with my little family as I can get.

I'm just finally getting into the swing of things when there's a knock at my door. I push the pages aside and invite whoever it is in. I imagine that it's one of my students with questions about the final exam, which is precisely why I'm holding these office hours.

"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Julie asks, poking her head through the doorway.

"Well, I was having a blast grading these papers," I say sarcastically, rising from my chair and crossing the room to meet her and pull her into a kiss. "But I suppose I could make time for my favorite girl."

"That's what I like to hear," she says with a brilliant grin.

As I look down the length of her body and drink her in, I notice an envelope in her hand. I reach for it, asking, "What is this?"

"I got it at my doctor's appointment," she says excitedly. "You should open it."

I raise an eyebrow in question, but I do as she says. I slide the folded-up page out and open it carefully. At first I'm not sure what I'm looking at, but then I see it. There's a spike in her hormone levels. A spike that means she's pregnant.

"Are you–"

"Yes!" she says, cutting me off. "I'm probably only six or seven weeks along, but we're having another baby. I just couldn't wait to tell you!"

"Julie!" I exclaim, pulling her into my arms and kissing her hard. "This is so exciting!"

"I know," she giggles. Then, she drops her voice low and says, "I think we should celebrate."

"And how do you propose we do that?" I ask, already having an idea of where this is going.

"I think you should lock the door."

I waste no time in letting go of her and doing as she says. After the bolt clicks into place, I turn around to find her already leaning against my desk, a flirty expression on her face. Apparently, my suspicions were correct.

I cross the room with a few short strides, grabbing Julie's face and kissing her hard when I stop in front of her. She responds enthusiastically, her hands sliding down my chest and grabbing at my semi-hard cock through my slacks.

"You're so eager for it, aren't you?" I ask teasingly when I lean away from her mouth.

"Yes, daddy," she says, batting her eyelashes at me innocently.

"Fuck," I curse, the word going straight to my dick. "Call me that again."

"What?" she asks, unable to keep the smirk off of her face. "Daddy?"

"Yes," I growl, grabbing onto her waist and pulling her against to kiss her wildly.

Julie gasps when she feels my rock-hard length against her. I take the opportunity to lick into her mouth hungrily. Knowing that she's pregnant with my child makes me want her even more. It's like a primal instinct to keep her satisfied and safe.

"Turn around," I tell her after a few minutes of a hot, sloppy make out session. "And lift up your dress."

"Yes, daddy," she says as she obeys.

As soon as her back is to me, I reach out to touch her. I run my hands over the back of her thighs, helping her get her dress up over her ass. I take a moment to admire the sight before me. The perfect swell of her rump has always driven me insane, but right now, it makes me feel animalistic with lust. I grab a handful of the supple flesh and squeeze, loving the whimper I get in response.

As much as I'd love to spend hours groping her, I know it's not a good idea while we're in my office. A student could come knocking at any moment. I want to be inside of her for as long as I can. I'll feel her up when we get home.

"These are in the way," I say, running my fingertip along the edge of her pretty pink panties.

"Please," she whines, her body shivering with anticipation when I pull the fabric to the side.

I suck in a breath as I stare down at her pussy. She's already soaking wet for me. With a sure, firm hand, I swipe a finger through her folds, spreading her juices and teasing her lightly. She pushes her hips back against me as if requesting more pressure, so I do it again, giving in to her desires.

"Daddy, more," she demands, sounding dissatisfied with the attention I'm giving her.

"You want my cock, sweetheart?" I ask, removing my hand and undoing the button of my pants.

"Yes," she says. "Please."

"Well, since you asked so nicely," I chuckle as I free my dick from my boxers.

I give myself a couple of strokes before lining myself up with her opening. Then, as quickly as I dare, I slide into her. Her body contracts around me, squeezing my length. Groaning, I pull back slowly before thrusting back in.

"Is this what you wanted, sweet girl?" I ask, leaning down so I can whisper in her ear. "Tell daddy what's going on in that pretty little head."

"Yes, daddy," she groans. "This is what I wanted."

"Good girl," I coo, picking up my rhythm as I straighten out, watching my cock slide in and out of her.

As my speed increases, Julie starts to get noisy. Usually, I'd love to hear her sounds, but I do have to worry about people passing by hearing us, so I reach around to cover her mouth with my hand. She whines against my palm, and the sound goes straight to my cock.

I snap my hips forward, and the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room. The thought of slowing down crosses my mind, but now that I've started, there's no stopping. She feels so incredible around me.

"God, I'm so happy I get to see you as a mother for a second time," I say, sweat beading on my forehead as I pound into her. "You're always so gorgeous and perfect, but seeing you like that makes me love you even more."

A high-pitched whine comes from behind my palm. Robbed of her voice, that's Julie's way of saying she loves me too. We say it constantly, but it still feels like we could say it more. Our love for each other is all-consuming. It burns hot and wild between the two of us, extending to the little family we're creating.

"You're so gorgeous like this," I say, feeling the first inklings of my climax approaching. "Bent over my desk, taking my cock like a pornstar. Fuck, Julie."

Her pussy spasms around my length, a sure sign that she's getting close too. I use my free hand to reach underneath her, looking for her clit. When I find the little bundle of nerves, I rub circles around it, doing everything I can to push her over the edge.

"You close, baby?" I ask, completely gone on the muffled noises she's making. "You wanna cum for daddy? Go on. Cum for me. Show me how good you feel."

A few more thrusts of my hips is all it takes. Julie cries out loud even though she's being quieted by my hand. Her entire body contracts, going stiff as pleasure wracks her form. It's enough to send me over the edge with her.

As I shoot my seed inside of her, my thrusts get wild and uncoordinated. My vision goes fuzzy around the edges, and the only thing I can think, feel, see, and hear is Julie, Julie, Julie. She's my everything, my entire world, and right now, we're one.

"Holy shit," I say, taking my hand away from her mouth and pulling out. I stare at her opening, at my semen slowly dripping out of her. Then I put her panties back in place. "That was hot."

"It was," Julie agrees, standing upright and spinning around to face me. "Maybe I should call you daddy more often."

"Maybe you should," I agree as I pull her into an embrace, giving her a chaste kiss. "I really liked that."

"I could tell," she giggles as she snuggles into my chest. "I'll get out of here in a minute. I know your office hours aren't over for a little bit."

"They can be over now," I say, deciding I want as much time with my wife as possible. I want to revel in the news of our newest little one. "You're the first person to stop by."

"Really?" she asks, grinning when I nod. "You know, we have a few hours before Sam gets home from school."

"My thoughts exactly," I say, giving her another kiss before stepping away. "I have a couple things I need to wrap up here, but I'll meet you at the house soon. Be naked when I get there."

"Yes, daddy," she says before turning on her heel and leaving.

I gather up my papers, taking my time so Julie has a head start. Then I send an email to my students telling them office hours have ended early. Once all my ducks are in a row, I practically run to my car. By now, my amazing wife should be waiting for me, her clothes left at the door.

~The End