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The small jingle of a bell has all of us watching the ball of fluff rub himself on Mary’s leg. She sighs contentedly and reaches down to pet Archibald. “I’d love that.”

Epilogue

Ryker

Tears hitmy skin as I pound harder into her, my hand covering her mouth and her muffled screams. My fingers clutch onto her thigh, holding it straight up as I pump my cock into her tight pussy from behind. She’s been ovulating for three days and it’s the only position I’ve been fucking her in. It worked the first time, and I need to see her belly round with another baby. We celebrated our daughter’s first birthday a few months ago and I desperately want another.

Stassie’s hand wraps around my wrist, her nails digging in as she tightens around me. I know my girl, and she’s seconds away from coming.

“There we go, Stassie. Come for me so I can give you another baby,” I whisper into her hair. “You want that, don’t you? Pump you full my kids. We’ll have a whole soccer team.”

Her legs shake as she comes, her pussy squeezes my cock like a vice, and I don’t even try to fight my own release. I bite down on the flesh of her shoulder, spilling my cum inside her fertile womb. My cock jerks and throbs, splashing my seed in thick waves all over her cervix.

“God, I feel it,” she says as my hand falls away. Her voice is soft between her panting breaths. I roll more onto my back, pulling her with me. We lie like that, my softening cock slipping out of her as she rests on my chest. My fingertips caress her side as our breathing starts to calm. I shift us so my head is next to her breasts, rubbing the taut nipple along my cheek before popping it into my mouth.

Stassie gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair as I suck and suck until I get the splash of her sweet milk. I moan into her flesh, my hand skimming down to stuff her leaking pussy with my fingers. I want to drink down every drop of her juice while plugging her with mine.

“Ryker, god,” she sighs, rocking her hips into my palm as I press it against her swollen clit.

I never thought I’d be so obsessed with every inch of a woman's body, but I love hers. I can’t get enough, and I’ll take anything that comes out of her. I pop off her nipple and look up at her flushed face.

“I love you so much.”

Her eyes widen before softening with warmth. “I love you too.”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

Her mouth quirks. “Of course.”

“I don’t regret anything we did to bring us to this point,” I tell her honestly.

Stassie bites her lip, staring at me in earnest. “I don’t regret our baby or the love I have for you.” But she regrets hurting her sister. It’s been a rough few months since we brought our daughter home. Mary has come around a few times, mainly onlyengaging with the baby and Stassie while completely ignoring me. Their relationship isn’t the same, and it may never return to normal, but I’m glad for Stassie’s sake that it’s not completely broken. Honestly, I can’t see any other way it could have gone. Even if I broke up with Mary and pursued Stassie after the fact, I doubt she’d have given me the time for fear of hurting her sister. And if I'm really honest with myself, I probably would have been tempted even without Stassie getting pregnant. A part of me realized something was off that night. I kept going because it was the best thing I’d ever felt, but I’ll never tell her that. If it helps alleviate her guilt by thinking I didn’t know, then I’ll take that secret to the grave.