Page 56 of My Captive's Heart
Sometimes I think I said yes to dating Matt because everyone expected us to while my heart beat for his father. It just took me this long to realize it.
Matt and I weren’t right for each other. We were better off as best friends.
“You shouldn’t have done it alone, Molly,” says Alexander. “Besides, I am more to blame.”
“We both made mistakes. I just hope Matt forgives us one day.”
“I will talk to him and apologize.” Kissing my forehead, he assures me, “He may hate us today, but, eventually, when he falls in love again, he’ll come around. We need to give him space and time.”
I nod.
His hand glides down to my belly, caressing and splaying his fingers wide. He stares in awe, a small smile curving his lips. “I can’t believe I’m going to be a father again.”
“When I found out, I immediately wanted to call you.” I place my palm over his. “But I was scared you wouldn’t pick up my call. I had already planned to come see you and packed all my belongings. I wanted to first tell you that I loved you and made a mistake of not choosing you. I didn’t want you to think I was picking you because I got pregnant.”
“I’ll always pick up your call and be there for you, no matter what.” Spreading my thighs, he fits his hips between them and slides his thick cock inside me. Moving slowly until my pussy gets accustomed to his size, he raises my arms over my head. “And I’ve never doubted you love me. I was waiting for you to realize it and come back to me.”
“I love you,” I cry out. “I love you. I love you so much.”
“My pretty little captive.” He thrusts harder. “You’re all mine now.”
“And you’re mine, my captor.”
EPILOGUE
MOLLY
FIVE YEARS LATER - HALLOWEEN
I feelnaughty and smug as I stare at a sleeping Alexander.
He’s turned forty-eight this year. Somehow, he’s more rugged than ever. He’s gained muscles from the hobby he’s taken up over the years, ever since our move to Montana—trekking.
Or perhaps it’s chasing our three little kids around, all under the age of five, who keep us on our toes. Thankfully, they’re staying over at my mother’s this week.
Alexander and I arrived at our guest house in Sun Valley last night for Halloween.
The place where it all began.
Kneeling over my husband, I curl my hand around his shaft and wrap my lips around the crown. He hardens at the suction, thickening and leaking precum on my tongue.
“Mmm,” I moan at his musky taste. Pumping him, I lick the veins running along the underside until he shifts and groans.
I hear him tug at his arms, making the cuffs clank. “Fuck, filthy girl.”
Letting his shaft slip free, I rub it against my cheek while raising my head to stare at him. He watches me with narrowed eyes. The salaciousness in them sends a shiver down my spine.
“Did I wake you, Daddy?” I purr. “I got horny.”
“I see.” Arching a brow, he demands, “Then why are my hands tied if you need me to make you come?”
Swiping at the bead leaking from his tip, I sit up and crawl up to his face. Tracing his lower lip, I answer, “Because it’s your mouth I’m craving.”
Fisting his thick locks, I lower my pussy onto his waiting tongue. He parts his lips wide, swiping and licking at my core ravenously. I grind and ride his face. “Yes, Daddy. Eat my cunt.”
He laps at my clit, flicking it repeatedly. When he traps it between his teeth and sucks hard, my climax hits me. I see stars, jerking and using his mouth until the last wave passes.
Scooching down to his abs, I bend and lick my cum off his lips and chin before kissing him with my tongue. He leans up, fighting his bonds while ravaging my mouth.
