“Not quite yet, my beautiful Imogene.” He reached out and pulled the duffel bag closer, his hand dipping inside to pull something out of it. I craned my neck to catch a glimpse of what it was, my eyes widening when I saw the vibrator. “But I’m willing to bet that soon enough you’ll be ready to beg for my forgiveness.”
“And we both know you’ll give it to me,” I whispered sassily as I widened my legs.
“Of course I will,” he agreed, his head dipping low so he could twirl his tongue around one of my puckered nipples. As his mouth moved to the other side, he rasped, “If you need or want something, I’ll always be the one to give it to you.”
“But what if I’m in the mood to be the giver?”
Thatcher lifted his head and stretched out to cover my whole body with his muscular frame. I loved when he did that because it made me feel so safe and secure. His shortly trimmed beard scraped against the sensitive skin of my neck as he whispered, “Never doubt, not even for a minute, that you give me everything I need.”
“Just like you do for me.” I raised my knees to cradle his hips against mine, lifting my hips up to nudge against his hard length since I couldn’t reach for it with my hands. “But I had something a little more specific in mind for tonight.”
Thatcher pressed his palms against the mattress on either side of my shoulders and pushed up until he hovered over my body. “Oh, really?”
I licked my lips and murmured, “Yes, I wanted to torture you a little more, but with your cock in my mouth this time.”
“Lucky for you, seeing your pretty lips wrapped around me sounds fantastic.” He crawled up my body, his knees replacing his hands on either side of my shoulders and his hard length nudging against my lips. “And lucky for me, I’m in control of how much you get to torture me since you can only move when I let you.”
Flicking my tongue out, I licked the drop of pre-come that had leaked from his cock, making him groan. Then I sucked him into my mouth. I tried to take as much of his length into my mouth as I could, keeping my eyes on Thatcher as I moved my head up and down. I loved seeing him lose control, knowing that I was the only woman in the world who had that kind of power over him.
“Fuck, yeah. Your mouth feels so good,” he groaned, his hips pumping forward.
When his length pulled out of me on the next thrust, I twirled my tongue around the tip and flicked it along the slit. Then I sucked hard as he drove back in, hollowing out my cheeks. I felt him jerk in my mouth right before Thatcher wrapped his hand around my chin to control my movements. “Slow down, sugar. Your mouth isn’t where I want to come, but I’m not ready to stop yet.”
His command only spurred me on more, until a buzzing sound distracted me. With my mouth full of his dick and my hands handcuffed to the headboard, I couldn’t see what he was doing. But I didn’t have to guess for long because a short moment later, he rubbed the vibrator against my clit. I was already turned on to the point that I was drenched, and it didn’t take much for the vibration to send me over the edge. I cried out around his length, and he pulled out of me to move down my body.
He kept the vibrator humming against my clit as he nudged my entrance with his hard length. I moaned loudly as I lay helpless beneath him, already craving another release. “Please, Thatcher. Come inside of me. I need you.”
“I’m yours, sugar. Always,” he promised as he rocked his hips forward, bottoming out when his cock bumped against my cervix.
“I’m so close,” I panted.
Dropping the vibrator onto the mattress, he gripped my hips in his strong hands and lifted me up to meet his next thrust. My walls clenched around him as he pounded into me, over and over again until I finally flew apart. He surged into me twice more before planting himself deep and filling my pussy with his come.
After we caught our breath again, Thatcher rolled onto his side and undid the cuffs. “As much as I hate the thought of hurting you”—he trailed his fingers over the barely visible red marks on my wrists—“I love the idea of leaving more proof that you belong to me on your body.”
“Yeah, because this isn’t enough to do the job.” Tilting my head back, I grinned up at him as I wiggled my fingers to show off the giant diamond engagement ring he’d given me, along with the matching band.
“I don’t think anything will ever be enough for me when it comes to you.” His hand dropped down to my belly. “But maybe we should see if another baby will do the trick.”
Spoiler alert: he got me pregnant again that night, but it didn’t dim his possessiveness at all. Thank goodness.
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Epilogue 3
Thatcher
“Good grief,” Imogene moaned as she padded out of the bathroom, looking pale and exhausted.
She'd been sleeping so hard that morning, so I'd fed Lucy, our youngest daughter, from a bottle, allowing my wife to rest. Three babies in three years weren't easy, but Imogene somehow managed to make it look like it was. She lit up like the Fourth of July at the simple mention of one of our children. But looking at her now, I started to wonder if it was taking a bigger toll on her than I'd realized.
We hadn't planned to have our babies so close together, but it seemed like all of the pregnancy prevention methods out there had banded together to boycott us. Plus, I couldn't keep my hands off of my wife, nor did I have any intention of trying. After we had Allison, we'd decided to wait a year before getting pregnant again, so we attempted to use condoms. I'm a big guy, and unfortunately, the prophylactic companies out there didn't plan for men like me. Most of them broke the second I pushed into her tight pussy, if not before. Everett came along barely a year later. Then we tried birth control. It might have been successful if Imogene hadn't contracted the flu. It hadn't occurred to us until the positive pregnancy test that she'd probably vomited up her pills. After that, we both wanted to make sure we had a break, so she went to the doctor for an IUD. I loved seeing her pregnant, but I also wanted her to be ready whenever we had another child.
Considering her exhausted state at the moment, I was glad we'd made that decision. Now I was worried about what else could be wrong with her. “Sugar?” I rushed over to her just as she collapsed onto our bed. “What's wrong?”
Imogene opened her whiskey-colored eyes and glared at me. “Your freaking huge cock, Thatcher!” she snapped. “That's what's wrong with me!”
I blinked a few times, surprised and not sure how to respond. Indignation won out. “You love my dick, sugar. You tell me repeatedly every time I'm inside you.”
Imogene groaned and flopped over onto her belly. “I’m going to sue my doctor,” she grumbled with her face buried in the comforter.
“Imogene,” I growled. “If you don't start explaining right this minute, I'm going to take you to the emergency room.”
She sat up and opened her mouth to say something but froze before any words came out. Then she slapped a hand over her mouth and scrambled off of the bed before darting back to the bathroom. I rushed after her and grimaced when I heard the sounds of her getting sick.
“Do you have the flu again?” I softly asked as I dampened a washcloth and sat down beside her.
“No,” she groaned as I gently wiped her face. “Four kids in four years...I'm going to lose my ever-loving mind.”
“Four kids in—what?” I was confused for a minute until she speared me with a look that seemed to say, “Duh, Thatcher.” Then it hit me. “Four?”
Imogene nodded and held up her hand, indicating that she needed help standing up. I scooped her into my arms before getting to my feet and setting her on the counter. “You're pregnant?” I clarified as I found her toothbrush and squirted on some toothpaste before handing it over.
“Yup. Your giant, birth control resistant cock has knocked me up, yet again.”
I tried to hide my smile and the slight puffing of my chest—because the Neanderthal inside
me was fucking proud of its accomplishment. Not to mention the flattering description of our dick. She narrowed her eyes, clearly not missing a thing.
She finished brushing and rinsed her mouth before giving me an adorable pout. “Seriously, Thatcher? Now is not the time to be smug.”
I laughed and cupped her face in my palms. “I can't help it, sugar. You knew what a caveman I was when you married me.”
Imogene sighed, but one corner of her mouth kicked up. “I did,” she agreed.
“And you love me.”
“I do.”
I hesitated a moment, not sure if I should admit what I was feeling. Then I leaned in to place a soft kiss on her lips. “I can't say I'm sorry you're pregnant, sugar. We both want more kids, and honestly, even though you’re so fucking sexy all the time, there is just something about seeing you knocked up…”
Imogene rolled her eyes. “It's that caveman again.”
I shook my head and chuckled. “Maybe a little, but I think it has more to do with your voracious appetite for my body when you're pregnant.” I winked with a sly grin, making her laugh.
My hands drifted down until I was cupping her full tits in my hands. “I can't complain over the size of your tits, either.”
Imogene moaned and leaned into my hands, her eyes drifting shut and a pink blush blooming on her cheeks. “They haven't gotten any smaller since my first pregnancy, Thatcher,” she breathed. Her attempt to sound scolding failed when my thumbs brushed over her distended nipples and she sucked in a fast breath. “You—um—oh, damn, that feels good—but—um—I was saying”—I pinched the hard peaks before massaging the tender globes again, and she whimpered while squirming around on the countertop—“I’m trying to talk, Thatcher,” she snapped before moaning and widening her legs so I could move to stand between them. Twin wet spots had appeared in the fabric of her shirt as milk leaked from her buds, and I licked my lips in anticipation of tasting it.
“Do you want me to stop?” I murmured while I leaned in to kiss the sensitive spot on her neck.
“No, dammit. I was just trying to say that my boobs are still big because you keep knocking me up before I'm done nursing!” She shouted the last of her words, then froze as her eyes frantically darted to the door.
I grinned and dropped my hands to the hem of her T-shirt—well, my T-shirt— and slowly began to draw it up her body. “Justice and Blair came and picked up the kids an hour ago.” Before she could respond, I whipped the shirt over her head and resumed cupping her large, creamy globes. “Now, I want to get back to your point about feeding our babies.”
“Wh-what?” she stuttered, her thoughts obviously scattering when I bent low to lick the white droplets off of her pink nipples.
“I’ll always be addicted to your tits, sugar. But as you so eloquently pointed out,”—Imogene snorted making me smile as I brushed my nose over a sensitive tip—“I’ve definitely enjoyed having them fat and swollen, especially when they’re filled with such delicious nectar.” My lips wrapped around one glistening peak, and I sucked hard while my hands glided down to grasp her hips.
“Ooooooh,” she moaned, thrusting her chest out, seeking more.
My cock was threatening to bust through my zipper. I let her nipple go with a pop and yanked her into my arms. Her legs automatically closed around me, and she tucked her head into the crook of my neck, latching on to the skin and pulling with gentle suction. I was losing control fast, and she knew it. “You're asking for it, sugar,” I growled. She giggled, but it turned into a long moan when I grabbed her ass and pulled her center flush to the bulge in my pants.
Once I reached the bed, I spread her out on it and looked over her delectable body. Her lemon yellow panties were dark in the center from the growing wet spot. I licked my lips and tried to decide what to do first. After a moment, I practically ripped off my clothes then climbed onto the bed. I slowly drew down her underwear until it was all the way off and dropped them onto the floor. Then I shifted, so I was straddling her sexy, naked body.
One of her tits was red and swollen, having been well-loved by my mouth, so I got on all fours and lowered my head to give the neglected breast equal treatment. Her milk splashed into my mouth, and my dick leaked, dripping onto her already glistening pussy. After I'd had my fill, I released it and kissed each tip before taking Imogene's mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.
“I’ll never get enough of you, sugar,” I rasped against her lips.
“I love you, Thatcher.”
Lifting my head, I stared into her beautiful, lust-fogged eyes and smiled tenderly. “I love you more than life, Imogene Kendall. To the moon and back.” She beamed up at me and I cocked my head to the side, studying her. “Are you okay with this?”
Imogen smiled sweetly and rested her hands on her belly. “Of course, I am. I might be a little scared of having four children under the age of five, but I'll never be sorry to be carrying our baby.”
I let out a relieved breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. Part of me was confident of her answer, but a small worry that she was truly upset about being pregnant had lodged itself in my heart.
Imogene wrapped her legs around my hips and used them to put pressure on me so that my pelvis lowered just as she thrust up her hips. Suddenly, my cock was bathed in her warm, wet heat, and I groaned as I instinctively rubbed my dick through her folds. “Since I'm already pregnant, why don't we practice making more babies,” she asked with a cute smirk.
“Anytime, sugar,” I growled as I pulled back and lined myself up so that when I moved forward, my long, hard cock slowly pushed into her hot, tight channel.
“Oh, Oh! Thatcher!” She panted as she clenched around me, then whispered in my ear, “I need you, babe. Pretend you're filling my pussy with come so that you can prove to the world that I'm yours.”
“Shit,” I grunted. My wife knew exactly how to push me into losing control. “You want me to fuck you, sugar? Pound your pussy until it's raw and you feel me every time you move for a whole fucking week?”
“Yes! Oh, yes!” Imogen cried.
Far be it from me to deny my wife anything. So I gave myself over to instinct and threw her legs over one shoulder, closing them around my cock, making the fit even snugger. Then I planted my fists into the mattress and rested on my knees. I used the balls of my feet for extra leverage and began fucking my wife hard and deep, shoving my cock into her drenched pussy over and over like a prized stud rutting in a mare. “If you weren't already bred, you would be when I'm done with you, Imogene,” I growled. “But since you are, I'm going to cream in you like I'm filling my favorite sugary pastry. Then I'm going to taste all that goodness while I eat your delicious little pussy until you come on my tongue.”
“Thatcher! Yes! Yes!” Imogene always got hotter when I said dirty, filthy things while fucking her. It was one of my favorite things about her. My words caused her to cry out as her whole body clenched around me. It was actually painful, but the pleasure that came with it was more than worth it.
“Fuck! Fuck! Oh, fuck yeah, sugar!” I bellowed as I plowed inside, and her walls clamped around me, making it hard for me to retreat.
I quickly flipped one leg to my other shoulder and bent over her, pushing her wide open. Then I dropped my head and sucked one milky nipple into my mouth while I pummeled her pussy with eleven inches of hard, hot, steel.
“Yes! Yes!” Imogene screamed and her hands flew to my biceps, her nails digging deep into my flesh as her orgasm crashed over her. “Thatcher!!”
“Fuck, yes, baby. That's it, sugar, take me deep. Yes! Fuck! Your pussy is milking my cock just like your sexy little mouth when it's wrapped around me. Oh, fuck, yeah. I'm gonna come, baby. Fuck!”
My climax barreled through me so hard I roared with ecstasy as my vision blacked out. I continued to pump in and out until we'd both fallen over the edge again. Then I fell onto my back in a sweaty mess, breathing hard and trying to unscramble my brain.
“Holy crap, babe,” Imogene
panted.
I managed to muster up enough energy to turn my head and look at her with concern. “Shit! Are you alright? Did I hurt you?” I'd taken her harder than I'd intended, and I started kicking myself for forgetting to take it easy while she was pregnant.
Imogene sighed and rolled into my side, throwing my arm around her and tossing her leg over mine. “I’m perfect. That was amazing, Thatcher. Exhausting but so damn amazing.”
“Are you sure?” I swiped away strands of hair that were sticking to her damp forehead.
Imogene giggled and nodded, her soft curls rubbing against my naked skin. “Since we didn't plan for the last three babies, you haven't made love to me intending to get me pregnant since Allison.”
I grinned. “Maybe I have Justice's luck, and I just fucked one baby into two.”
Imogen groaned and smacked me on the stomach. “Shut your mouth, Thatcher Kendall. I'm going to have my hands plenty full with four kids. Five would send me to Bellvue in a straight jacket.” After a few minutes of silence, she popped up suddenly and stared at me with intense, narrowed eyes. “Considering our track record, if that's the way we’re going to fuck after I have this baby, you're getting snipped.”
Epilogue 4
Imogene
Coming up behind my gorgeous husband, I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my lips against his back. He turned around and claimed my mouth in a deep kiss, not the tiniest bit concerned that our kids were finishing up their breakfast directly behind us. Luckily, they were used to our public displays of affection and just kept on eating.
My bikini bottoms were more than a little damp by the time Thatcher lifted his head. “You taste even better than the delicious pancakes you made for breakfast.”
I twined my arms around his neck and pulled his head down to whisper in his ear. “I can’t wait until tonight when you can devour me like you did that big stack of pancakes you ate.”
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