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By edging her, I had tortured us both. I panted as I felt my cock dance around encased in her ass. My palms slapped on the table as I leaned over.

Her ass almost took me out. I needed to do more cardio.

???

It was strange yet comforting doing everything together. We showered, and she napped while I cooked. After eating, we both did some work in the office. We lay on the sofa with her snuggled up under my arm. I loved feeling her belly on any part of me. It made me feel closer to them both. At times, I had to wrestle with my jealousy that she got to carry the baby. Most of the time, I had to keep my fucked up thoughts to myself.

“You don't talk much,” I said.

Her head snapped up to scowl at me.

“What? I don't know if you were quiet before we met or not.”

She stared at me suspiciously for a few beats before settling down and looking at the TV.

“I’m not a big talker with people I don't know,” she said.

My hand left her belly to rub her hip and ass cheek.

“How’s your asshole doing?” I asked innocently.

“It feels weird and wide open.”

I grinned at her sulking tone of voice.

“While it's still open—”

“No. You're an asshole, Kyle,” she grumbled but brought her hand to my neck.

I was an asshole. I didn't ask her to marry me. I didn't tell her I’d booked the date until the morning of our wedding. I enjoyed fucking our kid into her without telling her. I fucking loved every second of watching her soften towards me when I had treated her in the worst possible way. I still read my journal when she slept at times. It was always locked away.

I was an asshole, but I was her asshole.

Epilogue

14 Years Later

Kyle

I watched my family playing and laughing on our private beach. I figured out how to stuff more of my kids inside my wife’s womb, so we ended up with six children. Apparently, it was an asshole move, but it was my life's mission to keep my little lamb on her toes.

We had our daughter first, then the twins and finally the triplets. We added a double-storey extension to our home. I never wanted to move away from where our story started.

My dick hardened at the thought of how big her belly was in her final pregnancy. She might have bitched at me for most of that pregnancy, but she was still a sucker because as soon as they were born, she instantly fell in love with them.

Sadly, having four daughters made me less of an asshole, but I’d had a good run.

“You look deep in thought.”

I glanced at my wife with a smirk. She wore a stunning blue bikini, adorning all the beautiful marks from carrying our children.

“I was thinking of how much I miss being an asshole.”

She chuckled.

“Don't worry. You're not losing your touch. You can still be an asshole from time to time.”

I didn't have much patience with outsiders. Being an asshole to them didn't count.

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