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Then Jake’s hands are everywhere—pushing up my dress, pulling down my panties. I’m a tangle of nerves and excitement as he frees his cock from his pants. We’re both breathing hard, our eyes locked together as he slides into me, filling me completely.

“Tell me what you want, Leta,” he growls, his voice rough with desire.

I don’t hesitate. “Come inside me. Fill me up. Make me yours.”

The intensity of our connection is almost too much to bear, yet I crave every second. Jake’s thrusts are powerful and possessive, each one staking a claim on my body and soul. My legs wrap tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper, wanting all of him.

My climax hits me like a freight train, the force of it ripping a high cry from my throat. Jake doesn’t stop, his pace relentless, drawing out my pleasure until I’m a quivering mess against him.

Then, with a hard thrust, I feel him spill inside me, the warmth of his seed filling me as he comes with a deep moan.

As our breathing slows, a flicker of concern whispers at the back of my mind.Did he just get swept up in the heat of the moment? Is this really, truly what he wants?

Jake pulls out of me, and I feel his cum dripping down my thigh. He looks down, his eyes dark with desire, and what he says next takes my breath away.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice filled with awe. “Your pussy looks so fucking pretty filled with my cum.”

Before I can react, he’s pressing two fingers against me, pushing his cum back inside me. The act is so primal, so possessive, that it sends a strong shiver of delight up my spine.

Then he takes my hand, kisses it, and says, “I can’t wait to put a ring on this finger.”

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EPILOGUE – JAKE

FOUR YEARS LATER

Ilean back on the couch, surveying the colorful chaos that’s taken over our living room. Toys are strewn everywhere, a testament to the whirlwind that is our three-year-old daughter, Suzie. She’s currently engaged in an intense conversation with her toy horse, her tiny brows furrowed in concentration.

“You need to gallop faster!” Suzie commands, her voice surprisingly authoritative for someone barely out of diapers.

I chuckle and catch Leta’s eye. She shakes her head, a bemused smile on her lips.

“I think we’ve got a little CEO in the making,” Leta murmurs softly to me. “She’s already bossing around her toys like a pro.”

“Wonder where she gets that from,” I muse.

Leta swats my arm playfully. “Oh, please. We both know she’s got your commanding presence.”

“Think the next one will be just as bossy?” I ask, nodding at Leta’s full, round belly.

My wife’s expression softens as she rubs her belly. “Nah. Something tells me this little guy is going to bemuchmore chill.”

I watch as Suzie redirects her attention to a pile of blocks, immediately starting to arrange them in a specific order only she understands. It’s fascinating to see how her little mind works. She’s always busy, always in charge.

“Daddy!” Suzie demands. “Help me build a castle!”

If someone had told me a few years ago that I’d be sitting here, surrounded by stuffed animals and building blocks, taking orders from a three-year-old, I would have scoffed.

But now? I can’t imagine my life any other way.

I glance at Leta, who gives me an amusedyou’re uplook. With a mock groan that makes Suzie giggle, I slide off the couch and onto the floor.

“As you command, Princess Suzie,” I say, bowing my head dramatically.

I settle onto the floor, helping my little girl stack blocks into a castle. Her tiny hands fumble with the larger pieces, but she’s determined to accomplish what she set out to do.

“Like this, Daddy,” she says, balancing a rectangular block precariously on top.

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