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Dante continues to pound my ass as I come, and even after.

His grunts get more and more breathless, and he growls like I’ve never heard before—deep and low, desperate for release.

I’m so overstimulated I almost can’t take it. My hole is aching, and at the same time, I never want him to stop.

“Fuck! Fuck!” Dante grunts as his entire body trembles and I feel his cum inside of me, warm and wet.

He grinds his hips into me haphazardly, panting and nearly sobbing in relief.

Finally he lets go of my legs and goes soft on top of me. His hips shift, and I whimper as his length slides out of me. His cum drips down my ass cheek and onto the bed.

I’m trembling underneath him, but I think he’s shivering more. I slowly wrap my arms around him and brush my fingers through his hair.

As each moment passes, my consciousness grows heavier and heavier…and so does Dante on top of me.

“I love you,” Dante whispers into my neck. I feel something wet on my neck, and his lashes brush my skin.

My heart squeezes.

“I love you, too, Dante.”

EPILOGUE

5 YEARS LATER-DANTE

“You got ’em?” I ask Ethan as I shove the car keys into my pocket.

He grumbles behind me. “I got them, don’t worry about it.” I turn to see him carrying a stack of wrapped gifts that’s far too large for him.

I chuckle. “If you insist, but if you break Mom’s gift…I’m telling her.”

“Oh, well, that’s one way to treat your husband,” Ethan teases me back.

I walk over and grab a couple of the gifts from the top of the pile. The driveway of Ethan’s parents’ house is freshly shoveled, but the snow is coming down pretty hard.

“You’re the one insisting on carrying everything,” I remind him. “As if I’d really let ya.”

“Hey, give those back.” Ethan follows me up the sidewalk to the front door. Before we can even get up the porch all the way, the door swings open.

“My boys!” Anne greets us with a smile on her face. “Richard, Greg, the boys are here.”

She steps to the side to let us in. I stomp the snow off my boots first, and Ethan follows suit.

“Hey boys, let us get those for you,” Richard, Ethan’s father, says.

Greg, their boyfriend, takes the boxes from our arms with Richard’s help.

“Come on, it’s freezing out there. Goodness, you didn’t have to bring so many presents,” Anne says.

“We absolutely did. We have three new babies in the family,” Ethan reminds her.

I take off my winter gear and help Ethan with his, pulling off his hat and brushing his hair down with my hand. He smirks at me when I take my own hat off.

“What?” I ask.

“Your hair.”

“You could help me with it.”