Maybe it was because everything had come to a head, because I had my family back after all that had passed. Whatever the reason, being inside her felt different this time somehow.

There was so much love. Love and admiration for the woman she’d become. “Thank you!” I pressed my body flush against hers and held her head in my hands.

“Thank you for staying safe, for giving birth to my children, for coming back to me.” Our loving was slow, intimate, soul reaching. Every touch, every breath, was filled with emotion.

The deeper I fucked, the deeper I wanted to be. My cock bottomed out inside her and still I wasn’t deep enough. I grabbed her to my chest, holding her tight as my cock dug in deep.

“Wrap your legs higher around me.” As soon as she complied, opening her well even more, I fucked in hard and deep. I covered her mouth with my hand to stifle her screams and sucked her tit into my mouth while my cock went on a rampage inside her.

It wasn’t long before the loving became a fuck. She bit my palm; I nipped her tit. She scratched her nails down my back; I fucked my cock into her sweet spot.

I replaced the hand on her mouth with my lips and swallowed her screams as she fucked herself on my cock harder, faster. I gathered her to me and rolled, putting her in the driver’s seat.

“Ride!” I took her hips in my hands and let her set up a motion until she found her groove. “That’s it!” I pushed the hair back from her face and pulled her head down to kiss her as she planted her hands on my shoulders and rode my cock nice and slow.

We both moaned into each other’s mouths as my cock kept rubbing against that rough patch deep inside her cunt. Her pussy was juicing up nicely, that meant the wetter she was the harder I could fuck.

I got her off with a finger on her clit one in her ass and her pussy stuffed full of cock. She went for two and I let her before throwing her to her back again. If she’d complained I would’ve pulled back, but she didn’t.

Instead she wrapped her arms around me and fed me her tongue while her pussy geared up for another orgasm. I guess she wasn’t kidding when she said she needed me.

The need was evident in the way she grabbed at me, the way her pussy never stopped leaking the whole time I was inside her, or the way she moved beneath me, taking my punishing thrusts and begging for more.

By the time I had her on her knees she’d already cum about six or seven times. I ate her pussy from behind until she cooed at me, and then drove my cock deep into her belly over and over again. I think I was trying to fuck the memory of all she’d endured clear out of her head.

She tore the sheets from the bed and slammed her ass back hard into my strokes. I gave her what she wanted. A deep, hard, hair pulling fuck that wrecked the bed and damn near put a dent in the wall.

I kept bringing her off until her body couldn’t take any more and gave out. My cock was hard as it’s ever been and I was in no rush to cum, not yet. I pulled out and put her on her back, sliding back in until my cock disappeared to the hilt inside her.

Fucking her has always been the best way for me to deal with shit. It’s only when I’m deep inside her that I feel whole, that life comes into focus. Being inside her is my recharge, and I’d gone without for two fucking years.

I wasn’t just trying to make up for lost time. I was working my hardest to plant my seed inside her again. I wanted two more like the ones we had. I wanted the whole experience, not just for me, but for her.

“Give me a baby.” I love the way her body reacts to those words. The way her womb contracts, the way she softens, and most of all, the look in her eyes. She pulled me down to her and I got lost. Lost in her, in us, in the moment.

I was on a high. Each time she came a little more of the pain in my gut went away. Each time she moaned my name, dragged her nails down my back, tightened her pussy around my slamming cock, a little more light shone through.

We stayed locked together until the sun came up and one of the twins started to fuss in the crib. I jumped out of bed and got cleaned up, letting her sleep a little longer.

I grabbed my son from the crib before he could wake his mom and sister and headed downstairs to find the formula mom and dad had bought for the babies.

This kid still hadn’t cried since we got him out of that place and I was beginning to wonder if that shit was normal. The way he looked at me, with his mother’s eyes, was almost like he knew too damn much already at his age.

I talked to him about that shit while I made two bottles after reading the instructions and the little shit laughed at me. “Bruh, you’re spooking me out.” That shit made him grin and babble at me. Sweetest fucking sound I’ve ever heard.

“Let’s go see if your mom’s awake yet.” I headed back upstairs and stopped short in the doorway at the sight that met my eyes. And to think I could’ve been robbed of this. The thought was sobering.

She was sitting up in bed with our daughter at her breast and it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I walked almost trancelike to the bed with my son in my arms and she looked up at me.

There’s nothing to compare to the smile on her face, the look of utter contentment and peace in her eyes. And me, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as awe inspiring as this in my life.

I pulled back the blanket she had over the baby’s head after sitting next to them on the bed. My daughter dropped her mother’s nipple and smiled at me before going back in. Little pig! I started grinning for no damn reason at all and could not stop.

My son waited patiently while his mother took care of his sister and then it was his turn. “We have to find names for them.” I buried my nose in my daughter’s neck and took in her innocent scent.

“I’ve had plenty of time to think about that after they were born. I hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind. So what did you come up with?”

“Cade Jr. and Cadyn.” That shit choked me up.

“I like them.” It was telling that after all she’d been through she wanted to name our children after me. I couldn’t ask for any more proof that she didn’t hold me responsible for what had happened to her.

It’s going to take a while for me to feel the same. There’s no getting away from the fact that I’d let Mindy into our lives. And even worse, that I’d almost married her. The weight of it rested heavy on my mind and will I’m sure, for a long time to come.

“We have to see about getting their birth certificates sorted.” That wasn’t all. There was a shit load of things that needed doing and it was hard to know where to start. One thing at a time should do the trick.

For now the four of us being here together was all that mattered. Later I’ll see about getting our life back on track, about getting my kids a new start and hope to fuck they have no memory of their first few months of life.

The asshole cops would be here in a few hours but Gavin was going to take care of that shit because I was done. As far as I’m concerned there’s only one thing left to do about this shit and it’s something that the cops need to keep their asses the hell away from.

In between bouts of fucking the night before I’d had some time to think. My only worry now was should I involve my wife in this shit or should I go it alone?

Whatever I do is going to be for her sure, but there are some things a woman just don’t need to know, at least my woman. So with that thought in mind I kept my plans to myself and gave my attention to my family.

I did feel her out as the morning went on and was surprised to find that she hadn’t given Mindy a second thought. As far as she was concerned the courts could take care of the rest. She didn’t even seem pissed anymore, just caught up in the kids. Fuck that!

There’s no court in the world that can make her pay for what she’d done. And if Gavin was right and she planned on playing the nut, there’s no telling what kind of slap on the wrist this fucked up system would give her.

“Why aren’t you mad?” I found it hard to fathom that she could feel nothing when I was so mad I could hardly think straight.

“I used to be mad Cade. For the first few weeks that’s all I felt. I was mad, hurt, scared. I ranted against life for being so unfair, for always taking from me. Then after the babies were born and I lost them, all I wanted was to live to find them one day.”

“Now that I have them back, I don’t really care what happens to Mindy or the people who held me hostage. Of course I want them to pay for what they’ve done, but I’m not about to give them another second of my time. Let the law handle that.”

She was serious. How the fuck had she outgrown me? I guess like she said, she’d had nothing but time to think while she was being held, as for me, this shit was only just beginning.