Dirty Desires Extended Epilogue

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Nina

Three years later…

My body pulsed with excitement as Ashton moved inside of me with a fast and furious pace. My feet ran up and down the backs of his legs as he undulated on top of me.

Sweat covered us both; we’d been at it for such a long time. Our lovemaking had more going on than just meeting our pleasurable ends. We were trying to procreate—a thing we had a hard time doing.

Duke and Lila had conceived a son not long after they had started trying to get pregnant. Julia and Artimus managed twin daughters only a year after deciding to start their family.

Ashton and I hadn’t let so much as a day go by without some hope that we could get pregnant.

My internal injuries from the terrorist attack had taken a toll on my reproductive organs. My gynecologist told me that it wouldn’t be impossible to get pregnant, but it wouldn’t necessarily be easy either.

Her words had proven right. Getting pregnant hadn’t been easy at all. Both Lila and Julia were trying again to get pregnant to add to their families. I so wanted to share the experience of pregnancy with both of my best friends.

Ashton and I sought out a fertility specialist, hoping like hell that he would be able to help us. I’d been put on a diet that was so strict it seemed almost impossible to stick to, but I had done so.

Ashton had been put on a diet, too—a sexual one. He had to abstain from any release of his sperm for a whole week. Then he had to pump as much of that stuff into me as he possibly could.

I had never thought of sex as work before, but it was proving to be a job now. There were times when we could have it and times when we couldn’t. When the time came to have it, we had to make love like rabbits for an entire eight hours.

On a good note, my body had never been in better shape, nor had Ashton’s. So, a week of not having any sex at all was proving very hard to take. He couldn’t keep his hands off me, telling me I looked like some kind of a buff goddess.

All that attraction we had for each other hadn’t helped us have a baby at all. I found that frustrating, to say the least.

“Only ten more minutes, then we’re done, baby,” he told me as he moved a pillow underneath my ass to raise it, the way the specialist had told us would help.

After dumping each load into me, I had to lie perfectly still on top of the pillow for a half hour. I had my fingers crossed every time that this would time, it would stick. This would be the time that one of Daddy’s little tadpoles would swim into Mommy’s egg and make us a little baby.

We swore that we would be happy with one child if that’s all we could get. We swore we would never ask for anything ever again for the rest of our lives if we could just have one little version of the two of us.

We’d babysat our friends’ kids a lot. We loved them so much. It seemed impossible that we would be able to love our own more than we loved the little toddlers who called us their aunt and uncle.

But we sure wanted to find out if we could.

“Can I get you to come for me one more time, baby?” Ashton murmured as he kissed my sweaty forehead.

I stared into his blue eyes, letting myself fall into them like I was sinking into an abyss. Every little sensation began to morph into one big one—one that took my body up high. A wave began to swell inside of me. “I think I can do that for you, Daddy,” I breathed.

“That’s my girl.” His lips pressed against mine, and his kiss took me deeper into that abyss.

Pleasure swirled inside of me as he moved at a steady pace, his strokes short now so he could use his pelvic bone to rub against my clit. That stimulation and the deep feeling of his cock bottoming out in me took its toll on me.

Our mouths parted as I gasped at the onslaught of the intense climax. “God!” Everything exploded at once. I saw stars. “Ashton!”

He couldn’t say a word. All he could do was groan as he shot his life-giving sperm into me. “Argh!”

I gripped his biceps as he arched above me. The wet heat filled my pulsing pussy to the max as my vagina clenched around his cock with hard and unforgiving spasms. Those sweet contractions were meant to pull every little bit of cum out of him.

Panting as if we’d just run a marathon—which it felt like—we stayed perfectly still as our bodies took what they needed from the other.

When no more pulses were felt, Ashton moved off me slowly. “There you go, baby. Let’s hope that’s going to do the trick.”

I closed my eyes and laid there. All the while chanting inside my head, ‘Please, let this make a baby. Please, let this make a baby.’ It was what I always did as I waited the thirty minutes.

It hadn’t worked before; I don’t know what made me think it ever would. But I kept on doing it, just the same.

Ashton kissed my shoulder softly while caressing the other with his strong hand. “Remember, Nina. The doc said not to put pressure on yourself at this time. Just lay back and relax. No pressure, baby.”

That was easy for him to say. His part in this wasn’t the problem. It was me who was the problem.

The day that piece of shit hit me with that damn armored truck had done a number on me. Now, I suffered from PTSD and had a hell of a time walking down the same sidewalks I’d strolled down for years. Adding to that drama was the fact that he’d messed up my insides, and now my ovaries had scars that made it hard for them to work correctly.

If that jackass hadn’t offed himself, I would’ve gladly done it for him.