EPILOGUE
Thorn
She moaned in front of me, that curvy frame jiggling and wiggling as I touched her sweetest spot.
“Oh Thorn,” Holly cried out, breathing hard, her face pressed against the mattress. “Yes, right there.”
I chuckled deeply, pushing my fingers even deeper into that warm, wet channel.
“Like this?” I asked roughly. “Like this sweetheart?”
Holly moaned again, breasts swaying beneath that torso.
“Oh just like that, Mr. Evans,” she breathed, her sweet puss beginning to spasm around my fingers. “Oh yes, please.”
And I chuckled, my dick rigid, dying to get into her. But my baby’s pleasure means more to me than anything else, especially after what we’ve been through. Because it was hard getting to this place, my ring on her finger, her name now Holly Evans instead of Nelson. Oh yeah, there was a lot of suffering on both our sides, deep-seated pain and longing that had nowhere to go for the longest time.
But I didn’t get to be CEO without recognizing my own faults. And one of my strengths is correcting them once they’ve been identified. So after realizing that this woman was everything to me, I went at it full bore. I bought the ring. I chased her down. And I made her mine, without giving Holly any opportunity to get away.
Because she’s the best thing that’s ever happened in my life. This sweet female is the sun that lights my day, the moon that guides my ship at night. And now with the pregnancy, she means even more to me. Because Holly is my everything, and with our son on the way, her ripe, female form and beautiful brain are what rocks my word 24/7.
And yes, her intelligence grips me by the balls just as much as that curvy body. Somewhere during our courtship, the brunette blossomed into her true sassy self, and shit, but when she handed my gonads to me during that last confrontation, I was scared. I was terrified that Holly was going to walk right out of my life, and that was before I knew she was carrying our child.
But my woman has good judgment, and she’s able to make excellent decisions. Because the minute that diamond ring appeared, it was clear my words were true. I had every intention of hunting her down and making the female mine. Holly’s visit had merely pushed things forward dramatically, shortening the timeline.
But all’s well that end’s well. The Nick Ryver bullshit is nothing, and the “top secret” information he was so intent of getting? Most of it was just drivel. My attorneys stamp almost every paper with the words “Privileged and Confidential,” so the stuff he had on tape was mundane business, nothing that was going to rock his world.
And poor Katrina, his ex-girlfriend. I say ex because the minute Holly stopped talking to her, she was dumped like a rotten tomato. But Holly’s been working with her friend because Katrina had been used too. Frankly, that girl’s too dumb to mastermind anything crazy, she’d been nothing but a pawn in Ryver’s sick game. Hopefully, with my wife’s help, she loses her taste for seventy year-old trolls and meets a decent guy her own age.
But in the meantime, I’ve still got my curvy female to attend to. At the moment, she was on her hands and knees, moaning as I slid my fingers deep into her vaginal channel, feeling the walls pulse around me.
“Oh yes,” the woman moaned, her belly so big that I’d slipped a cushion beneath to provide support. “Oh yes.”
And with a jerk of her hips and a sudden cry, the tremors began. Her sweet pussy clamped down on my hand, once, hard, before shaking like an earthquake gone mad.
“Thorn!” she cried. “Thorn, now!”
And right on cue, I slipped my fingers out of her pussy, moving them upwards to toy with her anus before pushing once, hard, and driving them deep into that sweet brown hole. Oh yeah, my baby likes getting her ass fingered, and it’s best when the torrent has already started. Her body’s loose, my fingers are lubed from pussy juice, and shit, but that hole is tight.
“Unnnnh!” my baby cried, her voice muffled by the pillow. “Oh unnnnh! Thorn!”
And with that, Holly exploded altogether. Her curvy frame shook, boobs swaying as orgasm wracked that frame.
“Oh Thorn!” my name erupted from her throat. “Thorn Thorn Thorn!”
And never has any music sounded so sweet to my ears. Because this is my woman, and I’m her man. The female started as a flight attendant on my private airline, morphing into an alleged spy. But my sweet Holly is no spy, engaged in the world of darkness. She’s my wife now, and the mother of my child. She’s the star that I sail my ship by, and her light will carry us forwards on rocky waves … together forever.
THE END
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