Thinking about getting pregnant with Patrick’s child ratcheted my pleasure up even higher. “Yes,” I gasped.
My orgasm was so strong, I could barely see straight when he wrapped his body around mine and anchored himself deep. His cock twitched inside me, jets of come splashing against my inner walls until it dripped down my thighs. His breath was hot against the back of my neck and ear as he grunted, “Not gonna let you leave this bed until I’ve knocked you up.”
I certainly wasn’t going to argue, not when my body was still shuddering from the force of my release. And Patrick was true to his word—which we discovered three weeks later when my old man made me pee on a stick to confirm I was pregnant.
Epilogue
Patriot
Erin’s finger tips drifted across my chest, right over the tattoo I’d had inked onto my skin as soon as I’d put my ring on her finger, just a few days before we found out she was pregnant. “I still can’t believe you did this,” she whispered.
I’d not only put her name there, I’d added “Property of” as a symbol that I was hers as much as she was mine.
She shifted and I groaned as I grasped her hips to keep her still. We’d just finished making love, and her sexy body was sprawled over mine. Her legs at my sides and her soft tits pressed against my chest, her head resting on my pec. Since she was so tiny, her hot pussy was positioned between the V of my hips, but still close enough to my cock for me to feel its heat. I had a surprise for her, but the way she was drenching my stomach had my mind wandering to the taste of her sweetness on my tongue.
Telling my cock to have patience, I pushed through the fog of lust. Grinning, I used one finger to lift her chin so she was looking at my face. “Wanna see my newest one?” I’d been careful to hide it after Nova finished inking me the day before.
My wife’s brows lifted, and she pursed her lips. “You got another tattoo without telling me?” Erin was always in support of more artwork on my body, she loved my tats. But she also liked to be present when I got them. It made them even more meaningful to both of us. However, this one was special and I’d wanted it to be a surprise.
“You’ll see why, baby. Go ahead and climb off me so I can turn over.”
She pouted, making me chuckle, but did as I’d requested. When she was kneeling beside me, I flipped onto my stomach and waited.
When Erin gasped, I knew she’d spotted the ink on my upper back. It was an intricate design that incorporated the things that I held closest to my heart, including a flag, cherries, a motorcycle, our names, and a few other small symbols that were important to me. There was a chain that extended down from the symbol that had a dog tag attached. On it was the name Caty and a date—our daughter’s name and the day she was born. There was an additional tag, but it was blank. “I’ll add one for each of our kids.”
“It’s amazing,” Erin breathed. Then she poked me in the side and let out an adorable little growl. “How did you find out I’m pregnant? Did Cat go blabbing?”
I laughed and rolled onto my back, dragging her over me once again. “I think you forget that I know your body. I’ve touched and licked every inch. You think I didn’t notice when your tits grew and your nipples got more sensitive?”
Erin pouted, and I winked at her as I slid her down until my piercing was right on her clit. I mentally thanked Hack and Paisley for taking our daughter overnight, because there was nothing stopping me from staying inside my wife’s pussy until the sun came up.
She moaned and tried to wiggle for friction, but I kept her still, earning me a glare. “Don’t tease me, Patrick. I need your fat cock filling me up.”
Laughing, I bucked my hips to rub the metal balls over her little bundle. “You also get more demanding in bed.”
I didn’t give her the chance to argue before I lifted her and thrust up as I brought her down hard on my dick. The feel of her tight pussy wrapped around me was sheer bliss. “Shit, baby,” I gritted out, on the edge of my control. “We did sweet and slow earlier, now I need to fuck you hard and fast.”
“Yessss,” she hissed as she squeezed her inner walls, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.
“Ride me, Cherry,” I demanded in a raspy voice. “Fuck my cock.”
Erin groaned as my dick moved inside her when she sat up. She rose and fell back down, gasping when I went so deep my piercing hit her cervix. “Patrick,” she moaned. I cupped her tits as she sped up her pace until she was bouncing on my cock. My thumbs rubbed over her stiff nipples and I watched in fascination as her skin flushed making every sexy freckle stand out, as if begging for me to trace them with my tongue.