Unexpected Fate
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“Any better and you would have killed me, but when I come for the first time as your husband, it’s going to be while my cock is pounding that sweet, fucking tight pussy. Climb up here and ride me . . . hard.” He adds the last as an afterthought, and I don’t even hesitate.
I’m up, straddling his hips and resting my weight on his chest with one hand as I use the other to guide his thick cock into my wet core.
“Fuck yourself on my cock, Dani-girl,” he moans when I start moving. “Fuck your husband,” he continues.
I bounce as quickly as I can, and when my movements start to falter, he grabs my hips and starts thrusting like a piston into my body from his position on his back.
“That’s right, baby. Fuck me hard.”
“I can’t. My legs,” I whine, feeling my climax slipping away.
He flips me before I can even think and pushes my legs over his shoulders.
“I’m going to fill you with my come, Dani. Fill you with my come and fucking pray that another child takes root. I’m going to come so hard that it will leak from your pussy while my cock is still buried deep. You want to taste us when I finish, baby?”
When he stops talking, I swallow thickly, already craving the taste of us.
“My girl—my wife—wants my come?”
I nod.
“Fuck, I love you,” he says through clenched teeth.
His hips start to power against my body, and it only takes a few more thrusts until I’m screaming out his name, following it with a bunch of gibberish.
“Love this cunt. Fuck me, Dani. I love it when you come all over my cock. Hold on, baby. Going to take you harder.”
My eyes widen because I never imagined that he could take me harder than he already was. His balls slap so loudly against my ass that it sounds like hands clapping. He curls my body so that my knees are pressing into my tits, and the first mighty thrust he takes into my body has me screaming. The second has me coming. And every one that follows after has me sobbing and coming and coming and sobbing. And a weird mix of the two.
“Fucking love this pussy.”
“Fucking love this cock.”
He looks down at me, his eyes ablaze before he throws his head back and rumbles out his release in one loud thundering roar.
After he pulls his spent cock from my pussy, he makes true on his promise to give me a taste of us.
When it’s all said and done, we don’t make it four hours—another long session of him taking his wife—before we’re throwing our clothes on and driving to my parents to get our boy.
Five years later
“DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOUR brother is?” I ask Lyn.
“He said he was running to the grocery store,” she says over her shoulder and turns her attention back to her computer.
“What? I just went the other day.”
“Yeah—well, in case you didn’t notice the last time you were pregnant, you tend to eat a lot when you’re knocked up.” She laughs and goes back to her computer browsing.
“Well, where is your sister?” I ask.
“She has Evan with her at my parents.’ Something about giving you some time to rest before your husband got home and kept you up all night. I think she’s still scared from the last time she spent the night and you two kept her up all night moaning.”
I throw my head back and laugh because she isn’t wrong.
In the five years Cohen and I have been married, the desire we crave for each other hasn’t changed one bit. Which explains why I’m pregnant again. I swear he’s made it his life’s mission to see me pregnant forever. I got pregnant with Evan almost right after our wedding. Cohen was pretty proud of himself and convinced that it was our wedding night that did the deed.
I managed to keep him away from me long enough to not get pregnant for six months after I had Evan. Unfortunately, that pregnancy ended in a miscarriage that we both took hard. We waited a while before we tried again, and now here I am, pregnant again.
Cohen took a job at Corps Security shortly after Owen was born. He said that his dad was thinking about retiring soon and it was time that he learned the business. This was something I supported one hundred percent. I loved knowing that he was going to never leave us for any more deployments.
“What do you think about this one?” Lyn asks and spins her computer. I laugh when I see the tiny newborn dress she has pulled up on Baby Gap.
“You do realize that it’s probably going to be another boy, right?”
“No way, Dani! I’m going to get my girl, dammit. You hear that, baby? You better be a girl.”
“I’m pretty sure it doesn’t work that way, Lyn,” I laugh.
She gives me a hard look and turns back to her computer. I roll my eyes and stand up, walking around until I find my phone and dial Cohen’s number.
He picks up almost immediately. “Hey, Dani-girl.”
“Where are you?”
“Owen wanted to go find ninjas, so we’re in the back lot—looking for ninjas.” He explains it like that should make all the sense in the world.
“And why are you looking for ninjas?”
“Because he wanted to fight them,” Cohen says.
“Is that supposed to make any sense to me, baby?”
“Nope, probably not. But it makes sense to us and that’s all that matters. Plus, he started asking about the earring in my cock again today and there is only so much I can take, Dani-girl. It was mission ‘divert and distract’ this morning.”
The second he stops talking, I throw my head back and laugh.
Since the day Owen walked in on a naked Cohen and got a good look at his hardware, he hasn’t stopped for a second. All he talks about is those damn earrings in his daddy’s cock. Which is something Cohen’s parents think is hilarious. Cohen, not so much.
“Hurry home, baby. I miss you.”
“You just saw me an hour ago.” He laughs.
“So? I miss you.”
“See you soon, my heart.”
“Every time I close my eyes.” I smile.
An hour later, I’m sitting on the back deck with Lyn, who is still looking up baby clothes, when I hear a rustling in the leaves. I stand and move to the railing, and when I see my two big boys walking towards the house, my smile goes from normal to wonky.
Cohen has Owen on his shoulder, Owen’s little fist holding tight to his father’s hair, and behind both of them flaps their matching capes.
My heroes.
My unexpected beautiful fate.
Cohen looks up, gives me a wink, and taps Owen’s knee with the hand that’s resting there. Owen looks up and gives me the biggest toothy grin.