Page 60 of Soul

Epilogue

Three years later…

Chase

“Take it, Baby. You take my cock.” I slam into her over and over. “Fuck yeah.” Gripping her hips tight she mewls and presses back into me.

“Chase,” the sound comes out soft, sweet, and the way I like it. Her head falls down in front of her as I power into her juicy cunt. The fiery curls of her hair skim the white sheets every time I thrust. Leaning forward, over her back, I roll her hair around my wrist, grip the roots and lift her up and on my cock, her knees planted to the mattress.

“Gillian, baby, you like it when I fuck you hard?” I ask her, then pull my cock out and slam home. She cries out.

“Oh, God, I’m gonna come again,” she pants into our large room.

“Yes, you are. Over and over. Didn’t I promise you that?” Stirring my hips I can feel the moment when her pussy locks down on my cock. It takes all my effort not to come into her sweet cleft. She’s so wet, her skin flushed from two orgasms. Once her body is a boneless heap I pull her off my cock, turn her around and take her mouth pushing her down flat on her back. She opens her legs willingly allowing me to fit in-between. She thinks I’m going to enter her again and I will, after I’ve had a taste.

I slip my hands down and cup her sex. She’s so wet I growl into her mouth. “You’re dripping down your thighs baby,” I say as I spin two fingers around her sensitive clit.

“I can’t,” slips out her lips, but I know better. My wife can come over and over. I’ve clocked her at six times in an evening.

Kissing her long, full and deep, I keep playing with the hard little button until she squirms beneath me. There it is. My woman is back in the game, ready to go for a third orgasm. It takes strength, but I pull away from her succulent mouth and kiss my way down her body making sure to stop at her fucking perfect tits. I suck, bite, and nibble on the plump tissue until her hips are fucking air. Oh yeah, my wife is ready.

I lick my way around her bare, flat, stomach. Caressing the area with just my fingertips, I can imagine this area stretched wide with my children. She was a fucking goddess big and pregnant. Nibbling around her belly button, I span the area with my hands and move my face to between her thighs. Her scent alone could make me shoot my load. Inhaling deep, I get comfortable and suck at her flesh. The second I touch down she rocks up, reaching for more. “Greedy,” I growl into her pussy licking my way all over her drenched sex. Her taste cannot be compared to anything. She’s sweet, yet salty, rich, musky all at the same time. Basically, the most decadent of desserts, one only I get to enjoy, and Christ do I enjoy her. I eat her like a man who hasn’t had a solid steak in a decade. I gorge on her until she gives me what I want, and that’s her screaming out in release. I slurp and drink from her until every drop is gone. Until I’m filled with her everywhere, her taste, her touch, her arousal, her body open to me. She gives it all, and I take it as often as I can.

Soon she calms and I crawl up her body, sink my dick as far into her as I can go. She groans and juts her head back offering me her neck. That’s when I take it slow. She’s already had three orgasms, her cunt is raw, but I like fucking her into submission. It’s the only time I can get my fiery red-head to do what I want.

She moans and sucks in a breath as I take her particularly deep, pressing high and hard into that spot within her that makes her gush. Her green eyes go wide and panicked. This is it, the moment I wait for. That moment where she looks lost and found at the same time. She’s just come, she’s so sated that I could ask her what her name is and she wouldn’t be able to tell me. Then in a moment of surprise I can see the second she realizes her pleasure was a lead up to the big finale.

When I press my cock deep and lock down. Her pussy spasms around me squeezing my dick so tight I could lose my mind. It’s like the sweetest tightest glove. Almost like when I’m fucking her ass only when I fuck her hard like this, I can see her face and that’s what I need. What I’m hungry for. I’ve had her ass, her tits, her pussy, her cum on my tongue all over me and around me but nothing beats this. That split second of panic where her pleasure and the tiniest bit of pain coalesce and break her defenses down, leaving me with the barest version of her. She breaks down, and I put her back together, with my eyes, my words, my love. Fucking beautiful.

We come together, her entire body clenching around mine, her mouth open in a silent scream that rocks her to the core. Eventually, she either passes out or blacks out. It’s not the first time, and I silently promise it won’t be the last. While she’s out I get up, hit the bathroom, bring back a warm washcloth and clean between her legs. The combined fluid had already started leaking out of her. Seeing me coming out of her gives me the biggest sense of pride. I know it’s fucked up and twisted, but I love seeing a piece of me spilling out of her. Knowing I was there, that a portion of me will be in her for days and keeping with that, I make sure to keep her full of me. I never felt this way with another woman but my wife brings out the animal side in me. Especially after what she’s survived. We’ve survived.

Pulling back the comforter, I tuck her back into bed. It’s still early, but I’m sure Colin and Rebecca are entertaining the kids.

I toss a pair of pajama bottoms on and a t-shirt and make my way across the house. I look out the windows lining the hall and see the rolling landscapes of our home in Bantry, Ireland. The ocean has a fine mist blocking a perfect view, but it will burn away when the sun is high.

As I approach the kitchen I can hear giggling and banging noises. When I enter the kitchen my children are playing on the floor with plastic bowls, wooden spoons, and cups.

Claire’s fiery red hair is a wild mess of curls. Her ocean blue eyes sparkling in delight as she sees me. She lifts her chubby two-and-a-half-year-old hand up and waves the spoon in greeting. “Daddy!” she says clear as day. Claire has always been social, started talking very early, and never stops. I walk over and scoop up my girl into my arms, throwing her in the air, then nuzzling her sweet, baby neck giving her a set of raspberries. She howls with glee, and I set her back down to play with her utensils.

My son, Carter, is more pensive, thoughtful, exactly like me. He assesses every situation, considers his course of action and then reacts. He never does anything on a whim, and I get that. The only thing I ever did on a whim was approach a red-head I didn’t have the time for, on a day I wasn’t prepared to meet the woman of my dreams. I lift up my boy and his dark hair is rich, the color of a roasted, coffee bean, but his eyes, they are like looking directly into my wife’s emerald gaze. He’s going to be a handsome young man.

“How’s my boy today?”

Carter purses his little pink lips together, tilts his head, and thinks about it. “Good,” his response is matter of fact before he adds, “better if we eat pancakes.”

I laugh and snuggle into him. He’s not the type to howl with glee like his free-spirited, whimsical sister. No, he just accepts the attention quietly and with a smile.

Setting him back down, I note that there’s a steaming cup of coffee on the counter sitting next to two large, chocolate chip, homemade cookies. “Thanks, Rebecca,” I tell the house help while munching on my first bite of chewy goodness. Colin and Rebecca have turned more into family than just the help. Rebecca feeds us and helps with the children and does the housework. Colin keeps the grounds and makes sure everything is in order. They’ve been fantastic, and the children adore them.

“Becca, pancakes?” Carter requests with a smirk.

Oh, I know that smirk. It’s the same smirk I use on his mother. Works every, fucking, time. And of course, Rebecca melts and gets out the mix.

Claire leaves her household items in preference of coming over to me and lifting her hands. “Up, Daddy,” she demands with absolutely no concern for whether or not I want to hold her. She knows I always want her in my arms. If I’m not holding my wife, I’m holding one of my children. I scoop her up and she wraps her arms around my neck. Together we go out onto the patio but not before she takes a monster sized bite out of my cookie. I don’t care. We share cookies every morning. At least when Mom’s not awake to see it.

Our guests should arrive soon. The rooms have been made up, and I know Gillian is beyond excited to see them. It’s been months and we’ve taken the entire summer in Bantry and now that it’s coming to an end, we want to spend the last couple weeks with our friends and family.

A little hand smacks at my face. “Daddy?”

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