Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“Keep going, Matt—oh shit, right there. Oh fuc—”
I couldn’t get the word out. My climax crashed into me like a runaway train. I grabbed onto Matt’s shoulders as I blew, my cock exploding all over my husband’s chest. My hole tightened with every contraction, Matt still buried balls-deep inside me. He looked up and mouthed the word “fuck” before letting go, filling me with his seed. He dropped his head back and pushed up, sinking in as far as he could go.
I collapsed onto him, our heartbeats syncing. I kissed him, soft and slow. “I love you, baby.” His lips curled into a smile against mine, his cock still plugging me up. I gave him a little wiggle, our smiles growing.
My husband. My man. My everything.
It had been a journey to get to this point, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Everything was perfect. There wasn’t a single thing I would change. I had Matt at my side, permanently after he quit the FBI four years ago and moved into a new house with me, and we created a little family unit together, one that I would protect with my entire being.
Especially one particular little nugget, who was sleeping inside his room, the monitor on the table silent except for the constant sound of the white noise that let us know our baby was fast asleep.
Peter Anthony Quill-Hale. Our three-year-old and light of our life. He was the brightest shining star, always smiling and ready for a hug. He was beginning to become more and more independent, although we clearly had a long way to go before he was making his own lunches, but I could already begin to see the shape of the man he’d grow up to be. A good one, smart and kind and caring, just like his dads.
He was the greatest thing to have ever happened to me, and it happened with the greatest man I could ever think of having by my side.
I kissed Matt again, feeling him growing soft inside me. I kissed him until we came apart, staying on his lap and looking up at the stars, at the twinkling infinite expanse that represented an unlimited stretch of opportunity. It was all laid out for us, for our little family, like a red carpet glittering with gemstones.
The future never seemed brighter and my soul had never felt lighter.
“Let’s go cuddle in bed and watch dumb videos on your phone until we fall asleep,” I said, rising up from Matt’s lap. He got up and followed me inside, the two of us checking in on Peter before tiptoeing into our bedroom and climbing into bed, Rocket jumping in with us and curling up at our feet.
We got through three videos before the both of us were snoring, wrapped up together under the covers. Even in my sleep, I wasn’t about to let Matt go.
Nope, he was mine, always had been and always would be. Always.
THE END