Page 35 of Dream Girl

Milo snaps his fingers down on my butt, clenching the delicate flesh and baring his teeth at me.

“I will give you our baby too.”

Epilogue

Milo

Happily Ever After.

“Why are you shy?” It’s a simple question as I thumb against her pink nipple, tugging on the pebbled tip to pull a moan from her swollen lips.

“You’re staring!” she squeaks, shuddering when I pinch her other nipple.

It’s frustrating as to how pretty she is—glowing blonde hair splaying on the pillows, sweet pink flushing from her cheeks to her quaking tits and spread obscenely wide with my cock and dripping with slick.

The things that can make her blush are so trivial. She’s more embarrassed about my staring rather than my fat cock inside of her tight cunt, filled to the brim and soaking the bed.

This is the first time we are having sex without a condom for reasons that she knows, and children had been a factor in my life that I can’t tread into after my retirement from the Navy. It is also because I felt that I didn’t deserve a family with Amelia when I couldn’t even protect the one that I had before I met her.

Now is different. I am no longer haunted by the ghosts of my past, and I have come to accept that I am living for myself and for everyone important to me.

I want to be the husband that doesn’t fear his own shadows when I kiss my wife. I’m working towards that goal and Amelia is being the very supportive, loving force that keeps me grounded to reality while instantaneously pushing me forward when I’m persistently digging my heels in.

I love Amelia, a little too much, according to Doctor Fulton. This obsession is not healthy, and it’s goading a brand-new possessiveness that I didn’t know it was possible.

Before I dived into my soul and learned about myself, I had nothing to worry about because my mind was too occupied by the nightmares and the demons laughing inside my head. After I had accepted the demons and fought them away, new problems that had always been there become clearer.

I was possessive of Amelia. I knew that men looked at her with ill-intentions, but it has gotten worse in my eyes. Red would be the color that I see when one of them dares to initiate a conversation.

Eddie said that it was my normal self while Doctor Fulton believes that this is a new phenomenon that’s happening to me.

Eddie pointed out that he knew me as the brooding, angry, and unapproachable man who didn’t care about anything when I was in physical therapy. It just took Amelia showing up to the group session to bring out more flaws; I was possessive, controlling, and protectively domineering.

They weren’t good traits as Doctor Fulton had said, but it wasn’t like she could do anything about it.

“Milo,” she whines, shifting her hips, and her hot pussy coils around my throbbing cock too tightly. “Kiss me.”

I lean down, elbows trapping her head and pressing her lips to mine. She chokes, mewling throatily and rocks her hips again. A pout tugs on her lips, eyebrows knotting, and teary eyes are brimming with tears.

I’m not a small man; many would see me as a threat just by my mere presence, and Amelia has always been a fragile girl. It took a lot of preparing to get her pussy soaked and lose to take me, and it was an experience that got me addicted to sex.

She was a virgin. I should have expected that from her shy demeanor and the inexperienced aspect of her innocence, but I couldn’t have known that when she is so friendly to everyone that people are naturally attracted to her.

From that point on, it just poured gasoline on the fire of my possession and the need to control everything about her. I know I shouldn’t do it and she would hate me, but after losing my family in the war, I needed something to hold onto, and she was the only one who reached out to take my hand.

It was childish, but she had imprinted on me so hard that I felt suffocation on the days that I couldn’t see her because I was struggling with myself. I wanted to see her, to hold her as if she was the most precious thing on the planet, but I didn’t want to see her because she was going to face the monster in me and run away.

I never want to hurt her.

“Y-you were supposed to kiss!” she huffs, glaring at me through tears and shuddering as her pussy pulses hotly.

“I am,” I remark dryly with a grunt, rolling my hips to let her soiled clit rub against me.

She chokes again, gasping and struggling to breathe while her nails rake down my back. I would proudly show off those marks if she wasn’t just as possessive as me.

“Kiss!” she reminds, “Not moving! You’re too big; it feels weird.”

I resist the urge to roll my eyes to the back of my head, but her cunt feels too good. The tightness and the absolutely drenched hole suck me in more as she shakes under me.

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