Epilogue

EPILOGUE

Three years later

Cedric

I'm standing in the center of the ring, sweat dripping down my face, the crowd's roar vibrating through every fiber of my being. The ref hoists my arm up, and that familiar gold belt gleams under the bright lights—a symbol of victory, another title to my name.

But none of this means a damn thing without her.

"Judy!" I shout over the chaos, and there she is.

My wife. My rock. Judy—with her blonde hair like a halo and those green eyes that still knock me out better than any right hook ever could—she's got our future tucked away beneath her heart, rounding out her belly with the first sign of our kid.

"Come here, baby," I say, voice gruff with emotion. She waddles into the ring, cautious but beaming, and I scoop her up into my arms. Her laughter rings out, pure and joyful, as I plant one on her lips, long and deep, for the whole world to see.

This woman's mine, and I ain't afraid to show it.

The crowd goes wild, chanting and clapping, but all I hear is the thud of my own heart beating in time with hers. We're a team, in and out of this ring, and nothing's ever gonna change that.

"Can't wait," I growl into her ear, the need for her surging hot and fierce within me. I lead her backstage, away from prying eyes, where the noise fades to a distant echo. There's a hunger in me, clawing its way up, desperate for a taste of her.

"Need you now, Judy," I say, and I'm on my knees before her, worshiping her body like it's my religion. She gasps and holds onto me, her fingers threading through my cropped hair, guiding me.

"God, Cedric..." Her soft moan is music to my ears, and I double my efforts, determined to give as good as I get.

Soon, she's quivering, reaching that high note only I can play her to, and when she comes back down, she's not alone. She drops to her knees too, taking me into her warm mouth, her eyes locked on mine. It's heaven and hell, all rolled into one, and I'm so damn close to tipping over the edge.

But no, I want more.

I want everything .

"Stop, babe," I pant, pulling away reluctantly. "Gotta have you, the real deal." I help her up, my hands all over her, and in one smooth move, I'm inside her.

Where I belong.

"Fuck, you're so hot, baby girl," I groan, thrusting into her warmth. "Love filling you up, making sure everyone knows you're mine."

Her nails dig into my back, spurring me on, and I lose myself in her, in us.

Love, lust, life—it's all here between her thighs, and I'm claiming it, claiming her, with every pulse of my body.

"Mine," I grunt, each thrust a promise, a vow. "Always."

"Daddy!" she whines into my ear, and that's what does it.

Every. Damn. Time.

I go on, my cum jetsooning out of the head of my cock and coating her womb until it's sliding down her thighs and dripping off my balls.

"Good thing you're already pregnant, baby, or your daddy would have knocked you up just now with that big load."

Judy giggles, and I swear to god it's the most beautiful sound in the world.

Judy.

Mine.