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EPILOGUE
SLADE
One Year Later
“Please,”she whispers, writhing against the chair. “Oh, please.”
I place my hand over her mouth, trying to keep her quiet. The more she talks, the harder she makes me. My fingers roll over her clit, my eyes locked on her wet pussy as she rocks against my hand. Just looking at her has my damn mouth watering… just like always.
“Come, Skye. Now,” I growl, desperate to get her there before I do something that I can’t do right now. Like fuck her. It’s not time for that yet. We’ve got shit to do.
She whines against my hand. I can’t hear what she’s saying, but I don’t have to hear the words to know. She’s begging again, pleading with me to fuck her. She’s always begging. My girl is greedy for my cock, especially after two months without it. The doctor just released her for sexual activity two weeks ago after the birth of our baby girl. Longest seven weeks of my fucking life, hands down.
Luckily, Jazzy has the baby for us today since we have shit to do.
I growl, thrusting two fingers inside Skye. Her cunt clenches around them. She’s so close. I curl them up, stroking her G-Spot in ruthless strikes. She tries to fight me, tries to fight the orgasm. I don’t let her. I make her take it, rubbing her G-Spot and grinding my thumb against her clit.
Her body bows up from the chair as she gives up the fight. A soft cry leaves her lips. She comes hard, soaking my hand and her panties.
Good. She can wear them just like that until we get home. It serves her right for refusing to come when I told her to. Maybe next time, she’ll do what she’s told.
“Feel better now?” I ask, slipping my hand from her panties as the last aftershock rolls through her. I pop my fingers in my mouth, sucking her juices from them. As if I’m going to waste a drop of that.
“No.” She pouts up at me. “I want you inside me.”
“Too bad. We have shit to do.”
Her pout grows. “I like you way better when you’re giving me what I want.”
I chuckle, kissing the furrow from her brow. “I am giving you what you want, Who.” I slip the stencil off the counter, holding it out for her. “Your tattoo, remember?”
“Oh, yeah.” She gulps audibly. “It’s not going to hurt, right?”
“Let me see your arm.”
She eyes me suspiciously before holding her arm out to me. I gently pinch her skin where she said she wants the tattoo on her forearm. “Does that hurt?”
“No.”
“It won’t feel any worse than that.”
“Okay, then I guess I’m ready.”
“You guess?” I quirk a brow at her. “Aren’t you the one who dragged my ass out of bed this morning to demand we come here?”
She smiles sheepishly. “That was before you put the gun on the table. Now, I’m nervous again!”
“Hey.” I tip her chin up, forcing her to look at me. “Have I ever hurt you?”
“No,” she whispers, her expression soft. “Never.”
“Then trust that I won’t hurt you now, either. I’ve got you, Skye.”
“Okay.” She tips her face back further, silently demanding kisses.
I oblige, more than willing to kiss this woman anywhere, any way, any time. I nibble on her lips before sweeping my tongue into her mouth to play with hers. I don’t rush it, instead taking my damn time. By the time I break the kiss, she’s soft and pliant in my arms, her nerves melted away.
“Wow,” she breathes.
