Epilogue

EPILOGUE

STONE

W hen I left our house this morning, Britta had been practically drooling at the sight of me. She loved when I was dressed in a tailored suit—even admitted once that it was because I radiated power and determination. Which turned her the fuck on…something that I didn’t hesitate to take advantage of.

There was a moment before I walked out the door when I thought she was going to jump me. If I didn’t have to be at the courthouse on time, I would’ve given her more time to consider it, but we’d already used up all of the extra hour I’d given myself when she joined me in the shower earlier.

It wasn’t often that I had to go to court. The last time, she’d been pregnant, so I had insisted that she stay home. This was her first real chance to see me in action, so I wasn’t surprised to see her slip inside the courtroom shortly before I gave my opening statement.

I needed to focus on the case since one of my brothers was depending on me, but it was hard as fuck to concentrate when each time I glanced at Britta, she wiggled in her seat as though her panties were about to disintegrate.

Walking back to the defendant’s table after questioning a witness, I couldn’t help but flash her a cocky smirk and a wink. The look she sent my way made me regret that since my suit pants didn’t do a great job hiding my hard-on. Tugging on my collar and shifting in my seat to find a more comfortable position, I took a few deep breaths to try to cool myself off.

It didn’t work. Before I had to get up again and give everyone a good look at what belonged only to Britta, I asked the judge for a recess. Thank fuck that the judge agreed to my request.

I didn’t waste a second darting out of the courtroom.

Britta wasn’t in sight, so I called her phone, and she picked up immediately.

“Where the fuck are you?” I growled.

Her voice was breathless when she replied, making my dick swell even more. “Outside on the steps.”

“Get your pretty little ass back in here.”

I knew it would only take a couple of minutes, but I was impatient, so I paced while I waited and practically growled at anyone who got too close.

When I spotted my wife, I stalked over and grabbed her hand, then tugged her behind me down a hallway. We were moving fast, but I was conscious of how much longer my legs were than hers, so I made sure she didn’t trip.

The hallway was busy, but everyone was so focused on their own thoughts that they didn’t seem to notice us.

Finally, I saw the door I was looking for and stopped in front of it. Whipping out a key, I unlocked it and shoved it open, pulling her inside. Then I slammed the door shut behind us. After flicking the lock, I backed her up against the door and caged her in with my hands on both sides of her.

“Did you wear this sexy little dress to tease me, Britta?” I grunted. My hands dropped to the hem and slipped underneath to glide up her silky thighs.

“Maybe,” she teased. “Why aren’t you in court?”

I blew out a breath, then dropped my head and kissed the damp skin of her neck. I kept working my way down, muffling my answer. “Couldn’t wait another fucking second to be inside you. Asked for a recess, and thank fuck, the judge agreed.”

“Nice.”

I knew it gave her a little feminine thrill that she had that effect on me. “Feeling a little smug about that, baby?”

She giggled, but it morphed into a moan when I curled my fingers into the waistband of her panties. “It’s only fair. You looked like sex in a suit,” she breathed. “It was making me want you so bad.”

I yanked her underwear and ripped it away, then brought the lacy material to my nose and inhaled deeply before shoving them in my pocket. “I love that you get so fucking wet for me.”

I didn’t have much time, but I wouldn’t have been able to hold back anyway. So I used one hand to pull down the top of her dress while the other plundered her drenched pussy.

Each breast popped out when I lowered the cup of her bra, and I sucked on her nipples until she was writhing in desperation.

“I want to taste you so fucking much, baby, but we’ve gotta be quick.”

Withdrawing my hand from between her legs, I licked my fingers clean and groaned. “That’ll have to do for now, but I’m warning you now, I’m gonna spend all night with my mouth on your delicious pussy.”

I knew talking dirty revved her up, so I grinned when she shuddered and moaned, her hands clenched in my hair.

Putting my hands under her ass, I lifted her and walked over to one of the chairs surrounding a large table in the conference room. I kicked it out with my foot and sat down, positioning Britta to straddle me.

“Take me out,” I ordered.

I played with her gorgeous tits while she unbuckled my belt, then lowered my zipper and wrapped her hand as far as it would go around my cock.

She cried out when I twisted and plucked her tight buds, and I stopped moving, giving her a look of warning. “You have to be quiet, Britta. No one gets to hear you in the throes of ecstasy but me. Is that clear?”

She nodded frantically.

“If you can’t be quiet, I’ll stop.”

“I can,” she whispered. “I’ll stay quiet.”

“Such a good girl,” I murmured.

I moved her hand away from my dick and put her arms around my neck. Then I raised her hips and lined her pussy up with my shaft. When I jerked her down, impaling her completely, she dropped her head back but bit her lip to keep from making a sound.

“Ride my cock, baby,” I commanded in a low, raspy voice.

I kept my hands on her hips to help her bounce on my dick but let her be in charge.

“Fuck,” I rasped as her inner muscles gripped me tight, fighting to keep me inside as she raised off my cock. “Your pussy can’t get enough, can it? Fuck, baby, that’s it. Don’t let me go. Oh, fuck yeah.”

She bore down even more, and I groaned as I took over, moving her up and down and bucking my hips to meet her.

“Shaw,” she whispered in a ragged voice. “Oh, yes. I need it harder.”

I moved my knees apart, forcing her legs to open even wider as I upped my pace and intensity, slamming up as I yanked her down. I was so deep, I bumped her cervix every time I filled her.

“So fucking hot,” I grunted. “Love being inside you. That’s it. Ride me hard, baby. Oh, fuck! Fuck, Britta! Yes! Fuck!”

I knew I was getting louder, but I couldn’t seem to control it. Britta grabbed my face and sealed our mouths together, swallowing my sounds and driving me wild with her seductive tongue.

After a few minutes, I tore my mouth from hers and put my lips next to her ear. “Do you feel how deep I am, baby? Remember what it felt like when I stuffed you so full of come that it was dripping down your thighs? I fucked you so deep, I left my baby in you.”

Britta moaned, and I bit her earlobe before speaking again. “Do you want me to put another baby inside you? ’Cause I’m dying to see you round and swollen again. I miss seeing proof that I bred you while I take your tight pussy. Sucking on your milky tits. Do you want that?”

“Yes!” she shouted.

I was beyond stopping, so I slapped a hand over her mouth and fucked her hard and fast until she was screaming into my palm. Then I planted myself as deep as possible and let go, releasing spurt after spurt of hot come into her womb.

I got what I wanted. Nine months later, we had a healthy baby boy.

But that wasn’t the only time a suit and an opening statement got her knocked up.

Curious about the Hounds of Hellfire? They were introduced in Mac !