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“Please, mi esposo. I ache,” I tell him the one thing I know will set him off. He hates for me to suffer unless he is punishing me for something, and even then, I can’t really call it a punishment.
“My Corazon, I never want you to get hurt.” His hips speed up, and before I can say anything else, his thumb rubs my clit, and his mouth swallows my tit, and I am screaming my release to the heavens second before he spills his hot seed inside of me. “Fucking greedy, cunt. You always make me come too fast.” He smiles between kisses and rolls me to the side, so my huge stomach is between us. I snuggle into him as much as I can, humming as he rubs my belly. When the baby moves, he chuckles. “Hola hija. Te amo,” he whispers to my stomach before kissing it and then me once again.
Although I was just whining about him being gone, I am far more content with what he does now. Three months after he took me from that bar, we were married in a private ceremony at city hall, and less than twenty hours later, he was retired from the service. Well, from active duty. Apparently, he spent getting himself honorably discharged the weeks we were apart.
When he first told me about it, I felt guilty. He explained that he never quit because he didn’t have a reason either, but he knew he wanted a normal life when he met me.
I am going to finish out my contract with the service, which is for another three years. They are willing to pay for me to finish school, so I am an actual Doctor of Physical Therapy, and then I, too, am going to retire. I want to still help people and soldiers, but as a civilian. I want to live a normal life, not regimented and dictated by ranks and expectations except those set by my husband and me.
My father eventually came around. Eventually, especially given his own situation, but you know what? I am happy for him.
As for me, Rehabbing the Colonel was the best decision I ever made.
epilogue
Manny
three years later
“Fuck,” she moans as rides my cock. She’s on top and I get the pleasure of watching her as she moves. We finally got moved into the new house in Indianapolis and while we are exhausted, we are never too tired to make love. She starts her job at the VA tomorrow. Her first job as a civilian and she couldn’t be more excited.
“That’s it, be a good girl. Ride my dick. Take your fill,” I growl, gripping her hips. Her tits bounce with every roll of her hips as she seeks her orgasm.
“Baby, please,” she begs, and I roll her on to her back without missing a single thrust. Over and over, I slam into her. She has no idea what she does to me. She owns me body and soul. I’d do anything for her. Anything.
“Please what?” I demand, needing to the hear the words from her. Of course, I know her so well that I know what she wants, but the words from her pouty lips will always be my undoing.
“I want another baby. Give me another one,” she replies, stopping in mid-bounce.
“You want me to breed you? Is that what your greedy little cunt wants?”
“Yes. Breed me,” she demands. She looks amazing all the time, but there’s something about her when she’s knocked up. She glows and she’s so fucking horny I can barely keep up with her, but I manage.
I am powerless to resist her. I always have been. She is the better half of me in every single way. I keep thrusting until I feel her pussy clench around me. She claws my chest and moans my name. Only then do I fill her full of my seed.
Slowly, I pull out of her and move to lie beside her. Suddenly, there is bright flash of lightening, and a loud crash of thunder. We both laugh and scramble to put our pajamas back on. Five seconds later, our bedroom door bursts open and two of the cutest little girls in the world bound up onto our bed. Their brother is tucked in his crib in the nursery. He can sleep through anything.
“Mama!” Lexie shouts at the same time Deana shouts Daddy.
“Hello, babies. You should be in bed,” Karcin says, gathering the girls up in her arms.
“But it’s scary out there,” Lexie, our oldest says, pointing to the window. She’s almost four and she gets away with everything. Little Deana is almost three and doesn’t talk much yet, but her favorite word is Daddy, and I don’t hate that.
“Alright, but this is the last time,” she says but she doesn’t mean it. She never does. I chuckle and pull the covers over everyone.
