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Her pale skin's blotchy with a fevered kind of flush, beads of sweat glisten in her hairline. My girl's got her hands behind my back, her short nails grappling at my lats like she can use 'em for handles.
Phoenix's needy little body is arching and bucking against mine, begging for another release while she grinds her clit up against the root of my cock.
One of my fists clenches in the pillow next to Phoenix's wild hair, my other hand has a grip on her hip that's going to leave marks, holding her body in place while I slam into her over and over, until I can't remember how to move again.
Phoenix goes off on my cock, squeezing me like a vice and milking me for the cum I'm all too ready to give her.
Both of us freeze against one another, temporarily locked in place by our mutual orgasms while I feel my balls empty themselves in a series of pumps until I can't hold my weight up any longer.
Even after I've collapsed, careful to keep my weight from crushing the precious girl beneath me and avoid the scrapes and bruises that I'm sure she'll remember again soon enough, Phoenix's pussy continues to flutter in tiny spasms around my dick as it slowly softens inside her.
"Did I do it right?" I ask, softly brushing the damp locks of dark hair back from her face.
Phoenix laughs at me and reaches to mirror my move, pushing the hair out of my eyes.
"Did I?"
"Sweetheart, you do it any more right than that and you're gonna kill your old man before he gets a baby in you."
My woman giggles and gives me a kiss and I swear my dick is already trying to make a play for round two.
"How old is my old man?"
"Just hit my thirties last month," I tell her.
I know Phoenix is younger than me, I just haven't bothered to ask by how much. I'm guessing five, maybe six years. Definitely legal, for sure.
"I know you're younger than me," I tell her. "How bad is it?"
"You can buy me a drink in sixteen days."
Not even old enough to drink yet. I groan in mock pain, like the age gap's a deal breaker.
Phoenix slaps my shoulder.
"You said forever. No backsies."
Wrapping her in my arms, I agree. No backsies. I'm gonna love this woman for the rest of my life.
"Nine years," I murmur into her hair between kisses. "Seems like a good spread based on the couples in this town."
Epilogue 1
A few months later
Adam
Walking into Mountain Mocha, I'm struck by how much has changed since April Hart opened the place six years back.
Back then, I was just dumb kid in my early twenties with no clue what I wanted out of life. I was new to the logging team and new in Moonshine Ridge.
When April first came to town to open up her coffee shop, me and my buddies used to enjoy coming by in the mornings to flirt with the new girl.
That was before Raine Hart walked in here one day and stole her heart with one look.
Those two have been married for years now, working on their second baby, and it's hard to remember April ever being anything other than Raine's.
Since then, I've been in here a million times, of course. Mountain Mocha's the only coffee shop on the Ridge and the only place outside my own kitchen where the coffee doesn't taste like it was scraped off a bar-be-cue grill.
