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I brace myself against the armchair in front of me, my fingers sinking into the plush fabric. The diamond on my engagement ring glimmers at me, reminding me again how lucky I am. Alden bought me the ring the same day he proposed to me—after I said yes, he drove me to a jewelry store in the city and we picked out the ring together. Everything since then has been a lovely blur of finalizing the purchase of the house, starting to plan our wedding, and moving in.
Alden gives my bare ass a hard slap, and I dig my fingers into the back of the armchair, my breath catching at the fresh wave of desire that rolls through me. I bite down on my lip as I hear the soft thud of Alden’s knees meeting the floor behind me.
“Jesus, Sasha,” he groans, kissing my pussy. “You have no idea how addicted I am to you.”
I close my eyes, lost in the intimacy of his tongue exploring my folds. He licks me slowly, greedily, leaving nothing neglected. So many times he’s done this to me, but doing it in broad daylight like this makes it all the more hot. The longer he eats me out, the more I rely on the armchair to hold me up, gripping onto it for dear life.
I’m breathing hard, nearing the edge of an orgasm, when Alden pulls his mouth away from me. Hazily, I make an unintelligible sound of protest, searching my fuzzed mind for the right words to beg him to keep going.
But the words keep eluding me. And then, just as I think I’ve got it—oh,God, there’s his big cock driving into me. He fucks me deep on the first thrust, knowing I can take it, knowing my pussy is dying for every last thick inch.
Alden’s broad hands wrap around my hips, holding me steady as he pumps into me. With every stroke, he makes me his. Breathlessly, I press my cheek against the soft upholstery of the chair and catch sight of our reflection in the mirror leaning against the wall closest to us—it’s an oversized vintage mirror we picked up yesterday, a gorgeous piece that I’m still trying to figure out the perfect spot for.
Right now, though, itisin the perfect spot.
I swallow as I watch Alden fuck me from behind, his huge cock disappearing inside me, his strong bare ass clenching, his forearms straining as he holds onto my curves. His eyes are closed in pleasure, his jaw tight, his heavy brows furrowed. Sweat sheens on the side of his neck.
“Alden,” I moan.
His eyes open. He sees me looking over at the mirror, then follows my gaze. A deeply sexy smirk lifts the corner of his mouth as he takes in the view.
“You want me to paint this?” he murmurs. “Me fucking you?”
“Don’t talk about—” I gasp as he slams into me, “painting while we’re—” I gasp again. “Oh, God. Yes.Harder. I’m so close.”
He gives me what I want. He gives it to me relentlessly. I swear, the man is practically half beast. With uncontrolled gasps, I cry out Alden’s name, and he holds me tight as our shared pleasure builds and builds. It keeps intensifying until we can’t contain it any longer, and then, in perfect sync, we explode. My pussy contracts violently around Alden’s cock, milking him as he comes. Tears rise in my throat as I feel him empty himself into me, overwhelmed with how much I love him and how grateful I am to be able to spend the rest of our lives together.
“Alden,” I whimper.
He turns me around, gathers my face into his hands, and responds with a deep kiss.
“I love you, Sasha. I love you.I love you.”
I echo his words. Echo his kiss.
“Is this real life?” I ask against his lips.
Alden kisses me again. “Sure is, angel.”
12
EPILOGUE –ALDEN
TEN YEARS LATER
I’m engrossed in a landscape painting, my radio playing low beside me, when I hear the telltale patter of small feet climbing the stairs. Seconds later, right when I expect it, a little knock sounds on my studio door.
“Daddy?”
The sound of my daughter’s voice brings a smile to my face. I make one last quick brushstroke on the canvas, then drop my paintbrush in a mason jar filled with murky water. Wiping off my hands on a rag, I rise from my stool and walk over to the door to pop it open.
Maddie’s big brown eyes look up at me from the other side.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Are you busy?”
“Never too busy for you,” I assure her.
