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It’s been a busy few months. I made Genesis wait a few weeks before allowing her to return to Safe Hearts. She was pissed, but she had no idea I had an ulterior motive.

Safe Hearts Mission now has its own butterfly house. With the building structure and codes, we had to settle for that rather than a butterfly garden. The children love it, and sometimes, Genesis teaches her classes in there. As someone who’s never been a butterfly person, I’m not going to lie—it’s cool.

To make up for the lack of a garden, I had that installed at our house, near the patio. Every morning, she sits out there and reads, works on teaching plans, or schedules social media posts for Safe Hearts.

I want to give Genesis everything she’s ever wanted in life for giving me something I thought I’d never have—happiness.

I’m shirtless in bed, my back propped up against the headboard, as Genesis crawls up the bed to straddle me. She told me to get comfortable as she changed into the sexiest white lingerie I’ve ever seen in my life.

Genesis smooths her thumb against the bandage on my chest. “What’s this? Tell me you didn’t get shot before our wedding this morning?”

I chuckle over the fact that that’s her first thought. Shaking my head, I carefully peel back the bandage to reveal my new tattoo.

“You said this was where you wanted your name,” I say when the full tattoo is uncovered.

Her breathing hitches as she stares at her name in cursive writing with a crown covering half theG.

“When we decide on a name, our baby’s name will be right beside yours.” I run my hand over her stomach, giving it three gentle taps.

It’s what I do every night—a reminder to our baby that Daddy is here and he loves her.

Yes, her.

We’re having a girl.

Dropping her head, she plants a kiss on my lips. “I love you.”

“Love you too, baby.” I run my tongue along the seam of her lips while lowering my hand down her stomach, dipping it below her panties to cup her pussy.

I groan as soon as I feel the wetness.

My wife is always ready for me.

“We need to get these off,” I moan. “How bad do you care if I rip them off?”

“I bought three pairs of them because I knew there was a chance you would.”

I rip the panties in one swift movement and play with her clit.

“Ride my cock, baby,” I instruct her, helping her lift herself.

My hands stay on her hips as she grabs my hard cock, stroking it once. I hiss through my teeth as I lower her onto it.

She’s always so wet and warm.

So tight.

No other pussy will ever be better.

I raise one of my hands to her back, unclasping her bra and tossing it to the side. She throws her head back as I lift both hands, cupping her swollen breasts.

“Yes,” she moans, gyrating her hips as I play with her nipple, running my thumb over it.

I lick my lips, taking one in my mouth.

A few seconds later, I relax, allowing her to find her rhythm and take control.

“God, I love your big cock,” she moans, setting her palms on my chest and swaying her hips.