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“You like that?” I asked. “When I talk dirty to you?”
She nodded, and I bent, capturing her mouth with mine.
“So say it, baby,” I growled against her mouth, kissing her slowly as my cock grew impossibly hard deep inside. “Tell me you love me.”
She moaned. Her slender fingers dug into my chest, and pain sparked beneath her nails.
“I love you.”
I kissed her slowly. Mouths moving together, tongues brushing. Our tastes mingling.
And when I broke away, our lips still touched.
Just one taste of her was enough to make me feel like an addict, high on coke. Or some other shit the kids did these days.
I pumped my hips and slammed into her until my cock bottomed out. But I didn’t relent until I filled her up with my cum.
My hips ground her into the wall as I pounded into her, groaning and quaking while I blew off thick ropes of load into her.
“Take it all, baby,” I ordered. I didn’t want a single drop leaving her body. “And no, it’s not too early for Mira to have another sibling.”
She whimpered beneath me with a silent scream, shaking as her orgasm hit violently. But I didn’t relent until I was empty.
Then, inch by inch, I slid out of her and dropped her to her feet. She wobbled, falling against my chest, thoroughly breathless and flushed.
Her eyes were wide. “That was…wow! That was long and hard,” she whispered.
I wiped a bead of sweat off her upper lip and kissed her hair. “Yeah. I loved it.”
“And I want more.” She threw her arms around my neck, grinning mischievously. “We can go to one of the spare rooms upstairs. Just…whatever you do tonight, I don’t want you to stop or let go.”
And I didn’t stop. Not until she remembered exactly who she belonged to.
Epilogue – Zoella
One Year Later.
“Don’t let the cake get in her eyes!”
The golden sun poured through the garden, bright and warm, as if it knew this day meant something and had decided to come out and play.
Hearty laughter rolled through the air as the children darted between tables, chasing each other in loops, while the adults stood in loose circles, sipping drinks.
Joy was infused in the air, as well as the low him of conversation.
But all I could look at was Mira.
She stood on wobbly legs in the middle of the grass, her baby curls now wild from the breeze, cake smeared across her cheeks like war paint.
She clapped her sticky hands together and let out a squeal of delight that made my throat tighten.
She was so beautiful, I thought I would start tearing up for the umpteenth time today.
She had Matvey’s eyes, my smile, and her own astounding uniqueness.
I reached for my drink, but before I could take a sip, my eyes caught movement under a line-up of trees. Some of the adults relaxed there, and amongst them were Matvey’s cousins.
Mira wobbled in their direction, still clapping her sticky hands together before sassily spreading her arms upward for Eduard to pick her up.
