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I already wanted to come inside her wet cunt. Her pregnancy made my threshold even lower. Every time I was with her, it was the best sex I’d ever had. Now that she was my wife, I could barely control myself at all.
She closed her eyes for a brief moment, her mouth opening. “God…”
I shoved myself deeper inside her, plunging into the tight pussy that belonged exclusively to me. I’d been the only one to take her this way, to both fuck her and make love to her. My pure bride was my exclusive property, only touched by me.
She tightened around me, just the way my fingers tightened around my dick when I came. Musical moans erupted from her lips, high-pitched and beautiful. With closed eyes and a gaping mouth, she looked like a woman well pleased. She gripped my wrists and rocked with my movements, taking my dick deep and hard. “Con…”
I rubbed my thumb against her clit, making her writhe even more. I pushed her over the edge, made her orgasm last a lifetime. I watched her tits shake, watched her pant from the ecstasy. Focusing on her pleasure controlled mine. Like a good husband, I managed to wait until she was completely done before I allowed myself to finish. After a few pumps, my head exploded inside her, and I pumped her with my come, dumping a pile of it deep inside her. We’d agreed not to sleep together before the wedding, and now my body was catching up. I gripped her swollen tits with my palms as I finished, feeling my cock thicken as I released. When every drop was exactly where it should be, I started to soften. But the pleasure seemed to continue on after my dick lost its hardness, because the euphoria seemed to exist beyond the physical satisfaction of sex. It seemed to continue on indefinitely because of the connection between us, because of the bond between our souls. Intertwined and locked together, we were a single person. We made a life together, something that would carry on after we were dead and gone. My pleasure wouldn’t stop because I was happy, happier than I’d ever been my entire life. Finding Muse completed me, filled in the holes I never realized I had. She was my whole world, my reason for living. My purpose used to lie in my work, the success of my business and my designs. I used to work day and night, obsessing over my next piece and the world’s reaction to it. But once Muse was mine, she became my priority. Work didn’t seem important anymore, more like an afterthought.
Now my wife was my whole world.
And the baby we made together.
My family was everything to me.
They say at some point you turn into your parents. I always thought my father and I were distinctly different, despite our physical similarities. But now I realized I’d become just like him, walking away from a life I used to think was important because I’d found something so much more vital.
I found my family.
Seven
Bones
When I opened my eyes, I saw the broken glass everywhere.
My head was against the doorframe, and when I squinted my eyes, I could see the flickering lights from the police and the medics. Conversation erupted around me, men speaking over the radio. My safety belt cut into my chest and shoulder, but my weight was too heavy to keep me in place. The steering wheel was in front of me. Blood dripped down my face. My body was sore, like I’d just collided with a massive tree trunk.
I couldn’t remember what happened.
The men removed the passenger door from its hinges so they could get to me inside. My truck had been turned completely on its side, leaving me buried inside. I heard a man’s voice speak to me.
“Sir? Are you awake? Talk to me.”
“Hmm?” I could barely get the sound out of my mouth. I was too drunk to function. I’d never been this drunk in my life. I was so drunk I couldn’t even remember drinking.
“He’s awake,” the man said to the others. “We’re going to get you out. Stay still.”
Like I could move anyway.
I closed my eyes and felt myself slip away. The darkness descended, and then I was gone.
The next time I opened my eyes, I was in a hospital bed. The gentle beep of the monitor acted as a strange form of music. I was on my back, an IV in my arm, and my large body was fitted with a gown. I noticed the small TV on the wall, took in the white colors of the hospital room, and then spotted the man sitting at my bedside.
Max.
I opened my eyes farther, squinting against the harsh fluorescent lights, and focused on him. “Max?”
He didn’t look relieved to see me. In fact, he looked pissed. “Yeah. It’s me.”
