“God, baby, you’re so fucking tight. So sweet. Ah, yeah. That’s it. You feel so good gripping my cock. That’s my girl. Give me that sweet pussy. You’re mine, baby, all mine.”
“All yours,” she said, raising her head to lap the sweat off his rock-hard chest. Her head was swirling with pleasure, her body alight with it.
“Fuck my ass!” The words coming out of her mouth now seemed those of someone else, some hedonist lost to her desire for the man she loved.
Jace didn’t have to be asked twice. He flipped her over, lifting her with one strong arm just long enough to jam several pillows underneath her pelvis. Lily Mae knew she must look completely wanton with her legs splayed, her pussy spread and wet, her bottom hole offered up like a taboo prize.
Jace’s cock was so coated with her juices that he didn’t need extra lube, not that Lily Mae minded. She liked the pain of his unaided entry, loved how completely submissive it made her feel to take his cock, even when it hurt a little as it did now. She grunted as the head of it stretched her resisting bottom hole, breaching the muscular defense to sink inside. Jace wedged his cock in by degrees, whispering in her ear what a filthy little thing she was, and how it turned him on, and how he planned to come in the house hot and sweaty from the fields and fuck her ass whenever he damn well felt like it. And Lily Mae felt herself starting to come again just from the delicious imagery, from the promise of being not just his wife but a possession to fuck whenever he felt like it.
“Ah, Lily Mae!” He cried out her name, and she felt his cock surge and surge in her with the warmth of his seed. She felt her hands twist into the bedclothes, felt his teeth sink into her shoulder, heard herself scream in pleasure along with him.
She worried for a small moment that their guests in the barn may hear it as well, then decided she didn’t care.
Chapter Eighteen
Eighteen months later
“Almost there, Mrs. Whitaker. I can see the head.”
Jace squeezed his wife’s hand. “Almost there, baby. Almost there!”
Eleven hours. That’s how long they’d been in the labor suite waiting for the birth of their son, Luka.
“I can’t do it.” Lily Mae looked at her husband.
“Yes, you can,” he said. “And what’s more, you don’t have a choice. Our son is ready to be born and your husband is ready to meet him. So come on, baby. You got this!”
“One more push!” The nurse was behind Lily Mae now, helping her into a sitting position as the laboring woman bore down once more.
“Almost!” the doctor was saying as Lily Mae cried out. The head had emerged, and Jace had begun to cry as he saw his son’s scrunched face come into view.
“Hang on there, Mrs. Whitaker.” The doctor was smiling as she suctioned out the baby’s nose and mouth with a bulb syringe. “All right. Last one, I promise. Make it count!”
Lily Mae gave a guttural cry, pushing with all her might and a moment later the lusty cry of her nine-pound, two-ounce baby boy rebounded off the walls of the room as nurses and aides clapped. Lily Mae’s head fell against her husband, tears of happiness trailing down her face.
“Nine. Ten.” The nurses called out the baby’s Apgar score as the new parents kissed. A few moments later, the baby, bundled in a blanket, his dark hair partially covered by a cap, was laid into his mother’s arms.
“Happy birthday, sweetie!” Lily Mae pulled the blanket away from his face as she and Jace marveled at his perfect features, opening the swaddling further to inspect tiny fingers and toes.
Luka opened his eyes, squinting against the light and looked at his parents. The corner of his mouth quirked into what could have been a grin as the nurse came over to help unwrap the infant and position his naked body against his mother’s bare skin.
Jace stood back, his heart swelling with more happiness than he thought any man could deserve. Nearly a decade ago, he thought he’d lost the love of his life. Nearly two years ago, he worried that it had happened again. Now here they were, together forever, with the new life they’d created.
It was the best of all happy endings, he thought, the perfect ending. But it was also a beginning, the start of a new chapter for himself and the woman he loved.
The End