Page 27 of The Heat of Intensity

I kick her legs further apart and grab her hips to pull her into position. Palming my cock, I coat myself with her wetness and slide between the lips of her pussy to bury myself to the hilt in one stroke.

My piercings rub the walls of her pussy, and give my cock extra pleasure each time I tunnel in and out of her hot and tight center. I let my head fall back for a second or two to relish in the unique pleasure this woman gives me before I bite back the urge to come.

I know I won’t last long, taking her from behind to allow me to go deeper. This feels too damn good, but at least I’ll make sure to feel her orgasm all over my cock first. Staring down to where we’re connected, I grip her hips rougher to yank her on and off my cock with force.

“Push that tight pussy back on my cock, little minx. Show me how much you need that hole of yours filled,” I grunt.

I swear her asshole winks at me, knowing where my mind is at as I watch myself pumping my woman’s lush body. I shift my hand, letting my thumb slide through her wetness, even if we’re surrounded by water. Cosima moans when I let the digit caress her ass and slowly start to push in.

Cosima pushes her pussy back on my cock and automatically fills her ass with my thumb. Fuck. What a sight. Not to mention the feel of my cock pumping in and out through the thin membrane, making her pussy even tighter as I pump her ass, switching to two fingers instead of just my thumb.

The sight alone has me balancing on the edge of ecstasy and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep focus. It’s completely blown to smithereens when Cosima screams in pleasure, her pussy violently squeezes my cock as she slams back to make sure she’s filled to the brim.

“Fuuuuuuck,” I grunt and slowly slip my fingers out of her ass to balance myself with a hand on the tiles.

It’s as if the woman sucks the cum and the energy right out of my body till the last drop. My cock keeps twitching and pulsing, making sure every inch of her womb is covered. Damn. Each time with this woman is better than the last and we’re barely getting started.

Having her in my bed each day, waking up with the knowledge we get to share our lives together is a promise of a bright and joyful future. Even if dark days will cloud some of the good, our connection won’t let that shit overshadow our lives. As long as we have each other, we’ll have a reason to live a life that stretches way beyond our dreams.

EPILOGUE

Three years later

– COSIMA –

My throat clogs up and I place the pregnancy test on the counter. I stare at my reflection and see myself smile while my eyes are filled with unshed tears. Happiness. It’s all due to happiness because I’m pregnant for the second time in my life.

I take a deep breath and wipe away the tears that spilled down my cheeks. The test on the counter, along with the box, ends up in the trash can. It’s late in the afternoon and I have dinner almost ready in the oven.

Parker is outside with our son, Tomlin, who is a year and two months old. I have a bounce in my step when I head outside. Today is our three-year wedding anniversary. My sister and I got married on the same day.

Collins, a member of the Iron Hot Blood ranch, is ordained and was very willing to come to our ranch and make it happen. The whole getting married on the same day, sisters, getting married to the president and the vice president of the Iron Hot Blood motorcycle club made it even more special.

The first anniversary we had a special get-together with a barbeque, the second year we did the same, but today we all decided to spend the day together. Why? Because my sister is pregnant and is due any day now.

She just went to bed and Rourke is with her since he doesn’t leave her out of his sight. Normally they live at the Iron Hot Blood ranch, but Eastlynne is grumpier than ever these days and likes the quiet of her own ranch. Well, she technically signed ownership over to me and Parker two years ago, but my house is hers, so whatever.

I come to a stop on the porch at the sight of Parker who is riding a Longhorn. In front of him is Tomlin who is waving his tiny hands in the air, his face filled with joy. Again, my throat clogs from a truckload of emotions. To see the man I love sharing his passion with our son is amazing.

He keeps telling me how I already complete his life, but being able to create new life together, expanding our love and lives by creating a family of our own is a dream come true. Parker is my dream come true. However, his goal of adding a herd of kids isn’t a dream of mine if it involves me popping them out.

Besides, it’s not up to us but whatever we’re graced with. Tomlin is fourteen months old and we’ve been trying to get pregnant for almost a year and it took a long time to get pregnant with Tomlin as well. Life isn’t as easy as saying yes and moving toward a goal.

It’s why the sight before me causes a tear of happiness to slide down my cheek. Yes, I’m overemotional, I can’t help it. Even after three years, the love between us has only grown stronger, our relationship keeps evolving, and our goals and dreams expanding.

“Hey,” Parker quips and narrows his eyes.

The man hardly misses anything so I tell him, “I’m fine. Really.”

“You’ve been crying and you’re crying now. Clearly, you’re not fine,” the man rumbles.

“I’m pregnant,” I blurt both as excuse and the fact that I’m excited to tell him.

His face fills with pure joy. “Yeah?”

I hum and hold out my hands to take Tomlin, who in return leans over to let me pull him off the Longhorn. The first time I saw my husband ride a bull was a sight to behold, and it still is. I have to admit, the thought of riding a bull with such long horns is a bit terrifying.

Parker showed and explained how these amazing animals are intelligent, easy to train, and pleasant to work with. I might not favor riding one but watching my husband ride and train them sure has its perks.

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