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THIRTEEN

Thirteen

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Epilogue One

Six months later…

“Happy six-month anniversary, baby.” Cole holds out a little box with one hand, his other hand rubbing my belly through the thin fabric of my maternity dress.

“I didn’t get you anything, you big dummy.”

“You’re slacking, Candy Cane.”

I reach over and smack his shoulder. “That’s not what you said this morning when your cock was three inches down my throat.”

He leans back in the chair as we sit around the new pool in the back yard of the house, the early summer sun just drifting lower in the sky, casting a beautiful mixture of violet and orange.

“True, but I don’t care if you got me anything anyway. Every day I wake up next to you is a gift. So just open it.”

I flip open the lid on the tiny wooden box and gasp when I see the tag, my heart practically leaping from my chest.

“Really?” I throw my arms around his neck. “Where? Is it here?”

“No, baby. Tomorrow we’re going to the rescue and you can pick out any puppy you want. Two, if you can’t choose just one.”

There’s a dog tag in the box, left blank, but I’ve been begging for a puppy for months. I want to get one now so when the baby comes it will be already close to house trained and it can grow up with our son or daughter.

“Thank you, Daddy!” I’m up out of my chair and straddling him in an instant, sitting on his lap and kissing every part of his handsome face.

Since spring, Cole’s been putting in a metal fence around the entire ten acres of property in preparation for the baby, but now I know it was in preparation for this as well.

Since we’ve been together, he’s wanted to know anything and everything about me, including all the things I’ve wanted in my life but never had.

One was a pool. I always envied all the kids who had a backyard pool. I feel so good in the water and Cole’s had the most beautiful lagoon style pool installed, with all the safety and security measures in place to keep our little one safe.

Now, it’s the puppy. Or puppies...we will see. Henry was allergic to any sort of animals growing up, so combine that with my mother’s sort of base lazy nature and dogs—or any animal, for that matter—were a no go, no matter how much I begged.

I’ve taken to volunteering at the local shelters. Taking beautiful, artistic pictures of the animals up for adoption and posting them on a blog I started, as well as on their own sites, and the adoption rates for the pets photographed by me is up fifty percent.

“You’re welcome, princess. Now, you know how you’re going to thank me?”

I see the unmistakable look in his eye, and he’s already feeling me up as the length of his cock grows under the fabric of his jeans. He’s shirtless and I’m naked under the dress, after we took a quick swim a little while ago. Heat swirls inside of me as he grabs my wrists and pins my hands behind my back.

“I’m going to be balls deep in that pussy in about thirty seconds, baby. I don’t know how you do it, but every day you are sexier and sexier and I can’t fucking control myself.”

Cole picks me up, and I cling to the front of him as he takes me over to one of the double-wide chaise lounges, laying me down and shoving my legs apart before dropping his jeans to expose the monster cock that still hurts every time he sinks it inside of me.

A moment later, he’s between my legs, the first push of his cock making me gasp, my nails already digging into his shoulders as he shoves his length inside me in one deep, amazing thrust.

“Fuck, baby. How is it so good every fucking time?” He grunts as he holds himself deep, his girth spreading me wide and making my breath catch in my throat.

“How do you feel like you get bigger every time?”

“You’ve made me a teenager again. I’ve never been harder or bigger.”

He starts to thrust, hard and deep. It’s not soft or romantic, but I always feel his love no matter what the sex is like.

I melt into the soft cushion as he takes complete control, driving in and out until we both unravel and cum so hard stars dance in my eyes and I can’t seem to catch my breath.

Inside, I feel his hot cum filling me, dripping out, and I wonder if we will ever tire of having each other in this way.

Every time feels like the first time, and Cole has said on many occasions he feels the same way.

We finish, panting and clinging to each other, then finally Cole pulls out and wraps his arms around my belly, pulling my back into his chest.

“I fucking love you, Candy Cane. You know that, don’t you? If you don’t, I’m failing. Because I can’t imagine life without you, not even for a day.”

“I do, Daddy. I feel your love. Every day. And I love you back.” As he reaches over and takes my hand, I touch my tongue to my top teeth. “Mom called a little while ago.”

I feel Cole’s body tense. “And?”

“She said yes. She’s going to go. They will take her tomorrow.”

“That’s great, baby. I hope it helps her.”

“Me too. I can’t thank you enough for paying for it all. And helping me and Dad give her a rock bottom that helped her see she’s got a problem.”

“Let’s just hope she can take the help and see a new life.”

After we found out I was pregnant, Cole drew the line with my mother, who had grown more and more antagonistic since I moved out to be with Cole. Her drinking got worse and one day we walked in and found her passed out with pills laying around, and Cole said that was it.

He gave her an offer to pay for the best rehab he could find, which is well into six figures. She told him off and kicked us out. He laid down the law, saying until she took help and stuck to a recovery plan, we were out of her life financially as well as personally.

My dad came along on the deal and finally, earlier today, she accepted the offer, knowing she would never see her grandchildren if she didn’t figure out her life.

“Thank you for you.” I bring his hands up into mine as his cock rests hard against my rear end.

“Thank you for us.” He kisses my neck, then the kisses turn to teeth and I cry out. “You know what else?”

“What, you big meany?”

“I’m thankful for your ass. Which I’m going to fuck after you suck my cock. It’s a three-hole day, my princess. Aren’t you a lucky girl?”

He lays me down, straddling me as he brings his swollen head—scented and tasting of me—to my lips.

“Yes, Daddy. I’m a very lucky girl.”

I take him between my lips, thinking how lucky I really am and comforted by the knowledge that he feels the same.

“Goodgirl. Now, open up, Daddy’s in a mood.”