Page 59 of Unwrapped By the Grumpy Mountain Man
“I wish I could fully undress you right now, get my tongue around your nipples that I know are begging for my mouth.”
Violet whimpers. “Yes,” she hisses.
I undo my pants and tuck them under my ass and balls. The vein along the ridge of my cock pulses, pumping precome over my tip. I rub it along the crease of her juicy, plump ass, as I take the thinner end of her thong and move it aside.
“Is my wife wet? Are you dripping for my cock, baby?”
“Hud, please,” she moans, arching into me.
I tuck my tip into her welcoming entrance that’s hot, tight, and ready for me. “This is just the appetizer, Goldie. Tonight, I’m having you in every way I can.”
I slide in with one slow but firm thrust.
“Oh!” she cries out, the back of her head hitting my shoulder.
She’s dripping for me. She’s been thinking about this for hours, as I have, so I don’t make us wait. I tuck my hand into the front of her thong and strum her swollen clit as my hips flex and take me and my angel higher.
“Hudson,” she whimpers, reaching back with one hand and gripping my hair.
Fuck. I love sliding my cock into her bare heat. So damn good.
Already, she’s tightening around me, choking my retreats. “That’s my good girl. Give me that come. Give it to me, wife, and I’ll fill you so deep.”
“Hudson!” Her hips slap back to meet mine.
“Come with me, angel. I want my cock wet with your juices all fucking night,” I grunt into her hair.
“Fill me, Hud. I need to feel you inside me,” she cries. “Fill me,” she pants.
I’m done.
Not being able to keep my hands off them, I reach up and squeeze her breast through the dress as my other hand continues to play with her clit that pulses along my rotating fingers. My hips lose rhythm. We’re both panting and groaning loudly as the slap of our skin echoes into the mountains.
“My wife,” I grunt. “My wife,” I moan, feeling the heat center in my spine and burst in every other direction.
“Fuck!” I thrust deep, picturing my come at her womb, and just the image of her round, pregnant belly has more come pulsing deeply into her vibrating walls that squeeze and demand everything I can release.
“Baby,” I pant, dragging my lips up her neck, behind her ear until she turns her face, seeking my mouth.
The kiss is deep, passionate, but slowly eases into a calm, intimate, content certainty.
“I love you,” she whispers into my lips.
“Forever,” I reply.
“Forever,” she smiles into another kiss.
I never saw past making a safe place for my daughters. I was never one to dream and hope for fairytales, even though I read them as bedtime stories with conviction, so my daughters could believe. They deserved to dream and I planned on doing everything in my power to make every one come true.
But one determined sunflower stood on my door, refusing to let me turn her away, and made me dare to dream. Together, we stumbled into a life we thought was just for appearance, only temporary. But I’d never known anything more real than the love and touch of Violet Hudson.
Now, I can see the future, and it’s full of laughter, growing girls who know they’re loved and safe to be. I see my wife, by my side, living and appreciating all the ups and downs of life, knowing that no matter what, we’ll have this, each other, till the end. Till forever.
“How soon are you wanting to add another one to our mix?” I ask, putting us back together for our guests.
Vi’s bright, happy blue eyes grow wide, but then I see it, the slow transition smile that shoots to my gut with anticipation.
This is just our beginning.
Now that was the redo wedding they all deserved, but a year later, a surprise awaits this found family, and you don’t wanttomissit.
