Epilogue

EPILOGUE

RUST

THREE YEARS LATER

"How's my therapist feeling on our anniversary, hmm?" I say, when I wake beside my woman, the children miraculously not crying. Ness is over her crying stage, but Riley is throwing herself into hers.

My woman rolls over in bed, the sunlight making her wild hair gleam. She's become even hotter since becoming a mother twice, curvier, her tits round and triggering so much primal lust in me.

"I'm not a therapist yet," she murmurs. "Just another broke college student."

I smooth my hand over her silk PJs, grabbing her hip and pulling her close so she can feel my hard length. She triggers my stiffness every time I let myself indulge in her for even a second. My wife's face lights up as I stroke up her thigh toward her pussy. I can feel the heat from her panties.

"I'm so damn proud of you," I say, rubbing her core over her panties, feeling her.

"Why? Because I've stayed married to you for four years?" she teases. "Joking. It's heaven, Rust."

I smirk, then push her panties aside, stroking my finger over her clit and rubbing her slowly, letting her sink into the pleasure. Her moans will never stop driving me wild.

"College, raising the kids, supporting me in my career… You're a talented woman."

"Not too immature for you, then?"

I laugh, then suddenly spring up, grab her hips, and flip her over. She's game for it, my woman, sticking her ass out. The storm tattoo that matches the one on my chest shows when her strap falls aside, revealing the darkness and brightness of the bolt—the brightness of us .

"Is that what you want?" I spank her creamy ass, watching it jiggle for me, shaking so damn sexily. "You horny, horny thing. Is that what you need?" I spank her again, then grind my dick against her panty-covered slit, my rod almost bursting from my underwear with the primal desire to be inside her.

I pull her panties down, guiding my finger to her entrance, loving the way her underwear traps her thick, delicious thighs together.

"Oh, God…" she moans when I circle her wet pussy, the perfect tang of her juices filling the air. "H-happy anniversary."

I lean down, bring my mouth to her wet slit, letting her feel my warm breath when I say, "Happy anniversary."

Then I start licking my wife's perfect pussy while massaging her big, beautiful ass.

"Fuck me," she moans after a few seconds, way more confident than she was back then. She was right. We've grown together. She's become a fierce woman. I've become human. "Oh, Rust, please fuck me."

"Keep begging like that." I pull my rod from my underwear, stroking it up and down.

"Please, please, please…"

I bring my cock to her hole, knowing this is only for me, just for me. Forever.