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“Fuck baby, your tight little ass is chocking my cock. You feel so fucking amazing.”

He goes faster until all I can hear is the sounds of our skin slapping together. My juices are running down my thighs. Another orgasm catches me by surprise and leaves me seeing stars. Wrath continues to pound my ass. Orgasm after orgasm hits my body. I don’t know where I end, and he starts. I lose count of the orgasms by the time my husband finally explodes, cumming deep inside my ass. Which causes me to have another orgasm. Holy fuck. I had no idea I could have that many.

Chapter 28

Millie

Wrath and I had an amazing three-day escape, exploring the area and indulging our passion in the cabin. Now I’m in a vehicle and I have no idea where we’re going. It all started less than an hour ago.

A gentle brush on my forehead wakes me. I slowly open my eyes to find the man I love looking down at me lovingly. He’s standing beside the bed, fully dressed. A smile on his handsome face.

“Good morning, Nightingale. We have a big day ahead of us. You have ten minutes to shower and dress for the day. We’ll be outdoors for most of the day. Wear something comfortable.”

Wrath kisses me, then picks me up from bed and carries me into the bathroom. He places a sweet kiss on my lips, starts the shower, and leaves. If he stays, we won’t make our ten-minute time limit.

I put my hair up in a shower cap and shower as quickly as possible. I brush and braid my hair in twin braids. Put on waterproof mascara and lip balm.

I dress in a pair of short-all’s, a short-sleeved tee and tennis shoes with thick socks. Eight minutes after my husband woke me up, I’m downstairs and ready for the day.

“Now comes the fun part,” he says, holding up a strip of fabric.

He motions for me to turn around. I do. Wrath ties the fabric over my eyes.

“Can you see?”

I shake my head. “No.”

“Good.”

He picks me up and carries me down the sidewalk and puts me in a vehicle.

Our fingers are threaded together while we ride to our destination. I don’t know who’s driving. Eventually, the vehicle comes to a stop. I hear the door open.

“Are you ready for your first surprise?”

“Yes.”

Wrath helps me out of the vehicle. Then I hear him behind me and feel him untying the cloth. The cloth loosens and I blink against the glare of the sun. When my eyes adjust, I realize we’re standing outside the Pancake Pantry.

Growing up, each year we would take a family vacation to the area on one of our birthdays. We rotated who’s birthdays each year. Without fail, me and my brothers chose the Pancake Pantry for our birthday breakfast. Oh hell, today is my birthday.

“Happy Birthday, Nightingale. Everyone is waiting inside.”

I turn around and throw my arms around his neck. Standing on my tiptoes, I bring my lips to his and kiss him. Pouring all my love and gratitude into the kiss. By the time we stop kissing, we’ve garnered an audience.

“Newlyweds,” I say, and take Wrath’s hand.

We head inside. The hostess takes us to the private room. Which is filled with family and friends. My parents get up from the table and meet us halfway. Throwing their arms around me.

“Happy birthday, baby,” they say, nearly in unison.

“Did I mention I have the best parents in the world?”

“She’s not your mom,” I hear an unwelcome voice say.

I turn to see Felicity Miller standing there with a sneer on her face. While Felicity Miller birthed me, she’s not my mother.

“She is my mom. You, on the other hand, are not. Why are you here?”

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