Page 18 of Accidentally Marrying the Best Man
Ripping my mouth free of hers, I slam my cock hard into her pussy and bite down on her nipple. This time she groans, arching her back and grabbing my head, pressing it into her tits.
I shift my weight so I can grab one in each hand, squeezing them hard until she’s fucking shouting.
“Yes, yes,” she screams. “Harder. Fucking harder.”
I push her tits together so I can capture both nipples in one bite. I clamp down and Charlotte’s hips thrust off the bed.
I put my hands on each side of her chest to support my weight, battering into her pussy so hard, her entire body jerks toward the headboard with each push. Her luscious tits jiggle back and forth. Charlotte grabs one in each hand, presses them together, pinching her own nipples.
My cock swells inside her, my release building.
I us to climax together. I want her pussy convulsing around my cock as I breed her. As I shoot my seed inside her and plant a baby.
Leaning to the side, bracing my weight on one arm only, I reach between us, my fingers finding her clit. I pinch it, and slam into her at the same time.
"Come for me, Charlotte," I command, my voice rough with desire. "Milk my cock like the greedy girl you are. Let me put a baby in you."
She cries out, her body arching against mine. Her pussy clenches, milking my cock. I groan as the release crashes through me and I spill my seed inside her.
We collapse together, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths ragged. I hug her hard and bury my face in her hair.
This connection we have is unreal. It's more than just the physical, more than just the pleasure. It's a bond that I never thought possible.
And in this moment, as we lie together, our bodies entwined, I know I’ll never let her go.
"I love you, Charlotte," I whisper, my lips brushing against her forehead.
She snuggles closer to me, her breath warm against my chest. "I love you too, Nick. Forever and always." She sighs, her body relaxing further against mine. “I’m so glad you made room for me in your heart.”
I kiss the top of her head. “You’re not in my heart, Charlotte.”
Her head jerks up from where it rested on my chest, her gaze searching my face. “But I thought—” Tears gather in her beautiful eyes.
I wipe them away. “Darling, youaremy heart.”
She smiles, and it’s breathtakingly beautiful. “And you’re mine.”
And in that moment—raw and real—I know this is forever.
Epilogue
CHARLOTTE, THREE YEARS LATER
The afternoon sun reflects on the lake surface, turning every ripple shiny and bright. Mack shrieks with delight from the water’s edge. He looks exactly like the pictures I’ve seen of Nick and Jay, at two. Mack has a shock of storm-dark hair glued to his damp forehead. His chubby fists wave excitedly, every inch of him in constant motion.
I’m sprawled in a striped lounge chair, a paperback tented on my belly, sunglasses sliding down my nose. Beside me, April sighs like she’s on a spa retreat, not just a ten-foot buffer from toddler chaos. She’s got a straw hat on and is surrounded by that gentle aura I envy every time we hang out.
“Think they’ll actually tire them out?” I say, nodding toward the guys and the kids, a hint of a smirk in my voice.
April shrugs and grins, sipping her lemonade. “Not a chance. But maybe they’ll take a nap that lasts longer than six minutes. A mom can dream.”
I glance over the curve of my glasses. Down at the water, Nick crouches in the shallows, his shorts showing off strong muscular legs and his arms open as Mack runs—top-heavy, reckless—back and forth from his uncle Jay to his dad.
Jay is halfway through constructing an elaborate sandcastle fortress with Lola, who wears a hot-pink tutu over her swimsuit like lake royalty. She orders her dad to make the towers taller.
Lola has hoarded every single bright plastic bucket and shovel into a guarded semicircle. When Mack circles near, she declares, “NO!” at a volume that rattles the gulls.
Mack, undeterred, pivots to launching handfuls of sand into the lake, and Nick throws me a helpless, amused look that says: Yeah, this is our monkey. This is our circus.
