Page 20 of Since I First Laid Eyes On You

Epilogue

Paige

I wake slowly, the remnants of a delicious dream still clinging to me.

My body feels warm and heavy, and I know before I’m even fully awake that Gray is wrapped around me.

My man is a human teddy bear. I snuggle back into him, feeling lazy and enjoying the comfort of his body pressed to mine, trapping me to the bed.

His cock twitches against my ass cheeks and I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face.

My man is insatiable; to be fair, we both are.

I stretch my arms, the only part of me I can move, but something feels different.

My eyes open and adjust to the darkness of the room, Gray's blackout blinds are next level.

Something on my finger catches my attention and I freeze.

My left hand has a new addition, to be specific, my ring finger has a big ass diamond on it. What. The. Fuck ?

“Merry Christmas, baby,” Gray whispers into my neck, placing kisses behind my ear.

But I can’t respond; I’m frozen in place, staring at the most gorgeous ring I’ve ever seen.

It’s a classic cushion cut halo ring, and it’s fucking massive.

It must be about four carats and it’s on my finger.

Gray rises onto his elbow behind me and leans over, staring into my face.

“You okay there?” He smirks. I pry my eyes away from the ring and look at him.

“Is this… are you… what?” I’m not making any sense, I’m totally aware of it, but I can’t get the words I want to say to form in my head.

“Is this me asking you to marry me? Is that what you wanted to say?” He laughs and I can only nod in response.

“No,” he states. “I’m not asking, because you don’t have a choice in the matter.

You’re marrying me, you’re giving me babies and you’re spending the rest of your life with me.

” It’s bossy, it’s domineering, it’s an asshole way to ask someone to marry you.

Most women would probably pull the ring off their finger and chuck it.

However, for me, for us, it’s absolutely perfect.

“Yes,” I whisper. He might not be asking, but I still need him to know this is what I want.

“You have until the end of April.” My brow creases in confusion. What is he talking about? April for what?

“To marry me,” he adds, clearly reading my confusion. “You can have whatever you want, my only requirement is you do it soon. The sooner you marry me, the sooner I can fuck my baby into you.” With that he rolls me on to my back and braces himself over me.

“Now, I hope you weren’t planning on doing anything this Christmas, because I plan on spending the day buried inside my future wife.”

** *

6 months later

Grayson

I walk into my office after being out at meetings all morning to find my wife curled up on my chair reading a book.

Ever since she started working for my firm, we spend every lunch together in my office.

The blinds of course stay down, no one else needs to see me balls deep inside my wife while we eat our lunch.

I spend every moment I can inside her. I’ve always had a high sex drive, but with Paige it’s out of control, she’s constantly dripping with my cum.

“What smutty story are you reading this time?” My wife likes her books spicy and I am more than happy to try all the things she reads about. It’s made for some very interesting bedroom activities; well, not just the bedroom.

She smirks at me, must be a good one. “It’s a why choose.”

“Why what?”

“Why choose,” she repeats. “It means the girl has more than one guy at the same time.” I can’t help the snort that leaves me.

“Ah, yeah, that’s not going to happen.”

“What’s not?” She laughs.

“You want both your holes filled, baby? I’ll be the one to do it.” And I’ll enjoy it immensely. In fact, I don’t know why we haven’t done it before now.

“Gray, you have a magic cock, but even you can’t fill both at once.”

“It’s called a dildo, baby, and I’d get a replica of mine made. So yeah, I will fill both your holes, if that’s what you want. ”

“Hmmm, yes please.” Her pupils are dilated, yeah, she wants that as much as I do. “Right now, however, why don’t you come over here and fill one.” She puts her book down and spreads her legs.

“Which one?” I start walking towards her. My wife gave me her anal virginity on our wedding night, and just like I knew she would, she loved it.

“The one that makes a baby.” I pause in my approach, cocking my head I stare at my wife. “Are you going to just stand there or are you going to fill up your wife? Your fertile wife.” Fuck . We’ve spoken about it and I know she wants to be a young mum, but is she telling me she’s off birth control?

“I need more than that, baby. Tell me exactly what it is you're implying.” She rises from my desk chair and saunters towards me, hips swaying.

“I’m off the pill.” My cock hardens instantly. “I think it’s time you bred your wife.”

Fucking hell . She knows exactly what those words do to me. We’ve discovered I definitely have a breeding kink and the thought of fucking her now; knowing I could get her pregnant, has me leaking in my slacks.

“You tell me this now, when we have to be quiet?” I groan. She reaches down and squeezes my hard cock through my trousers. My head drops back, my hips thrusting into her grip.

“You’ll just have to bite down on me again when you come, you know that worked last time.”

“Last time I wasn’t breeding my wife. I’m going to fucking roar my release.” I grab her and drag her to the sofa, pushing her on to her back and following her down, settling between her hips. Her dress has ridden up, giving me a clear view of her bare pussy .

“Fuck, baby,” I rasp. “Please don’t tell me you’ve been walking around like that all morning.”

“What if I have?”

"You know what happens when you’re bad,” I murmur, nuzzling behind her ear. It’s one of my favourite spots.

“And you know that’s exactly why I’m bad,” she breathes, her body arching into me.

“Oh, baby girl, you’re not going to like it when we get home.”

“Promise?” I can’t help the laugh that leaves me; she challenges me at every turn. I lift up from her and nod down to my fly.

“Take me out,” I demand. Her hands instantly fly to the button of my slacks, making quick work of undoing it and working the zipper down, freeing my aching cock.

She squeezes me in her small grip, her hand sliding from root to tip.

We both moan, desperate for each other. I swipe my fingers through her slit, finding her smooth pussy soaking wet and ready for me.

With no preparation or warning, I ram my cock into her to the hilt.

Her fist flies to her mouth, her teeth biting down on her flesh, silencing her cries of pleasure and pain.

“Rub that clit for me, baby, make yourself come, this is going to be fast.” Her fingers rub her clit in frantic circles while my hips thrust into her wet heat again and again, the sofa knocking into the wall with every hard stroke of my cock.

I’m sure we can be heard outside of my office walls, but I’m beyond caring, the need to breed my wife taking over.

“Fuck, baby, tell me you're close,” I rasp, already feeling the tingling at the base of my spine, my balls drawing up, ready to spill inside her needy little cunt.

“So close, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she chants, her head thrashing on the couch cushions, her tight cunt rippling around my pistoning cock. My hand finds her throat, only applying a light pressure to her pulse point, but holding her firmly to the sofa.

“Come for me,” I demand. “Milk the cum from my cock, take it all, every fucking drop.” My words tip her over, her cunt tightening around me like a vice, making it almost impossible to thrust. I don’t need to though, my head falls forward, my teeth bite down on the fleshy part of her breast, silencing the roar that wants to leave me as she milks my orgasm from me.

My seed shoots deep inside her tight walls, my cock pulsing again and again, filling her like I never have before, knowing exactly what it needs to do to knock her up.

After what feels like a never-ending orgasm, I pull out of her tight heat, my cock covered in both of our releases.

My fingers go straight to her pussy, pushing the cum that is trying to drip out of her back in.

I quickly sit on the sofa next to her and angle her so her hips are raised on my lap, her legs resting over me, while her back remains flat on the sofa.

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure my cum stays where it belongs.”

“Hmmm, you really do want me pregnant,” she smiles up at me, her expression drowsy with pleasure.

“Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what you’ve awoken. I’m going to be inside you all day, every day, until you’re swollen with my baby.” My hands find her stomach, rubbing over her skin. Imagining a child growing inside her, our child, feeling the kicks, seeing her body change.

“I can’t fucking wait,” I whisper, emotion clogging my throat, my voice hoarse.

“Me either, one won’t be enough though. Because the minute I see you holding our child, I’m going to want to do it all over again.”

I’m not a religious person, but I’m going to thank whoever I need, every day for the rest of my life for giving me this woman. The woman I love, the woman of my dreams, my soul mate.

The End