Page 18 of The Claiming Series: Collection 1
Bonus Epilogue 2
Ivy
My husband doesn’t need to be asked twice. The second Jake is safely distracted in front of the TV, he manhandles me into the bedroom, turning the lock we had fitted when Jake started to walk.Jake may haveforgotten interrupting Mommy and Daddy’s playtime when he came in rubbing his eyes sleepily after a bad dream one night, but we haven’t. Thelock went on the very next morning.
But right now,Ihavemy hot husband to myself for ten minutes, and I don’twantto waste a single one of them.
We make quick work of our clothing, and then Ash is on me, his mouth on mine, our tongues swirling hungrily together.He trails a hand up my thigh andcups my pussy, feeling theslicknessthat coats myinnerthighs.
“Wet for me already, Kitten?” he mutters,sliding his mouth along my jaw and biting my earlobe.
My body clenches with need. “I’m always wet for you, Ash,” I gasp as his fingers slip inside me.
I’m a lucky girl. My husband is still the sexiest man I’ve everlaid eyes on,and he worships the ground I walk on. He has a little more gray threaded through his hair these days, but he’s in great shape and more handsome than ever. He just improves with every year that passes,aging like the finest of wines.
My pregnant belly protrudes between us, but Ash doesn’t seem to care. If anything, seeing our baby growing in my belly turns him into a grunting, horny Neanderthal. Which is fine by me.
“God, you get more beautiful every day,”hebreathes, smoothing his hands over my stomach and cupping my heavy breasts.
“Ash?”
“Yeah, Kitten?”
“Stop talking andfuck me.”
He pulls back to look at me with that cocky smirk I love so much. “You got it, baby. But later tonight, after I’ve wined and dined you, I’m going to make you beg for my cockagain.”
I nod enthusiastically. “Deal!”
I want that. Most of the time, he treats me like a precious gem, but in the bedroom, he’s an animal. And I love it. I crave it. Just like I crave him.
He sits on the edge of the bed, his cock standing proud with its bead of precum moistening the head. “Climb on, Kitten.”
My pussy clenches and I doas he asks,positioning myself over his lap so that his cock is notched at my entrance. His hands move to my hips, holding me steady, and thenIslammyselfdown on his engorged length. We both moan at the heady sensation. It’s the same every time. We fit like puzzle pieces.
Ash takes meroughly,supporting my weightas he bounces me up and down on his thick cock. His mouth latches onto my breast, and I bite off a moan as he suckles hard at my nipple. My pussy walls clench around him,creatingthe perfect sheath to milk his cum from him.
“Fuck, Ivy!” he grunts, his hipsmoving like pistons ashe thrusts harder and harder.
I match him, undulating my hips against his so that our bodies come together with wet slaps. I know he’s getting close. Ican feel it in the desperation of his movements, the set of his jaw, the bite of his fingers into my hips.
“Come for me, Ash,” I demand, squeezing my internal muscles around him.
A deep rumble works its way up from his chest to his throat, andhis face contorts. His hands pin my hips to his length tightly as his cock twitches and pulses inside me.Nothing does it for me like the sensation of his cum filling me up.Watching him go over the edge always triggers my orgasm.I grind myself against him, head back,body archedas Ichant his name.
I slump against him as the lasttendrils of pleasure fade away.Ash nuzzles his face againstmy throat while his hands caress mybaby bump.
“How did I do?” he asks, sliding his tongue lazily against my nipple and making me shiver.
I glance at the clock on the bedside table. “Eight minutes, give or take,” Isaywitha satisfied smile.
“Damn, I’m good,” hegrins, spearing his handsthrough my hair and pullingmy headdown forhis kiss. It’s tender, poignant, full of everything he feels for me.
I sigh, wrapping my arms around him,savoring these precious moments in his arms.“Happy anniversary,darling.Thank you for being an amazing husband and a wonderful father.I love youso much.”
He tips his head back to look up at me, his blue eyes glittering with emotion. “Love you, too, Mrs. Stanbrook. Always will. And I can’t wait to show you again later.”
“Mommy? Daddy?” The door handle rattles as Jake triesto get in.
I smile and lean down to kiss my husband. “Hold that thought.”
