Page 41 of Wicked William

Epilogue

Five Years Later

William

This is the weekendwe are going to breed my wife.

She’s ovulating. I’ve been holding onto my sperm for three days. We’re both horny as hell. I’m knocking her up tonight.

But first: dinner in this fancy restaurant in this fancy hotel. We’re sitting side by side in a high-back circular booth. We have near complete privacy from the other patrons.

“You look beautiful,” I tell Maisy as I kiss her hand. “Every man thought so as we walked past their table.”

“Oh, so now you’re the psychic?” she asks, drinking her champagne. Hopefully it’s the last booze she will drink for a while as I intend to fuck a baby into her in about two hours.

“I don’t need to be a psychic to know what’s on the minds of men who look at you. Especially in that dress.”

“You picked it out,” she reminds me.

“I knew exactly what I was doing. I want them to see what they’re missing.” To that end, I reach over and push my hand into the halter bodice, rubbing her already stiff nipple.

“William,” she warns.

“That’s Daddy to you, baby girl.” I push the material off her breast, exposing it completely to the air. “I said I want them to see what they’re missing,” I remind her.

A blush pinkens the skin of her face and chest, but she doesn’t cover herself. The way our booth is situated, with the high back and placement, the only one who could see her is the waiter when he comes back with our entrees.

And that will be very soon.

“I warned you the first night you took my dick that I was a bad man, wife. I want bad things. I like bad things. Lucky for me, you like them too.”

An uneasy breath shudders through her. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Do you trust Daddy to do whatever he wants with your body?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“What are the safe words, pumpkin?”

She grins. “Nice guy, Daddy.”

“That’s right. Daddy is going to put his hand in your pretty cunt now. When the waiter comes, you act like nothing is going on. Like you don’t know he can see your tit, like you don’t have my hand in your pussy.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I slide my hand up her thigh, pushing her dress up with my other hand. I dip my fingers in her soaking wetness and she gasps.

She owns me.

There is not a luckier man in the world than me.

I bring my fingers to my mouth, savoring her flavor. “Mm, you taste so good.”

I slide one finger back inside her, feeling her walls clench around it. She moans quietly and bites her lip, her face still flushed.

“I’m going to make you come, Maisy. I’m going to make you come and you’re going to have to stay quiet. Do you think you can do that for me?”

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