until the contraceptives were out of her system, but I had no doubt my woman would be knocked up by the time our daughters returned.
“The girls aren’t here, Bridget,” I reminded her when she stifled her next cry of pleasure. “Let me hear you scream, baby.”
My mouth moved to her clit as I drove two fingers into her channel. Despite my large girth and giving birth to three babies, my woman’s pussy was still virgin tight. And after five years together, I still couldn’t get enough of it eating her out and sinking my cock deep inside her heaven.
“Oh, Jared! Yes! Yes!”
After another few seconds, she screamed long and loud as she flew apart. I nearly came at the sound of her ecstasy, but I refused to waste a drop of my come outside her womb. I licked and bit her through her climax, then surged up and slammed inside her without warning.
“Oh, fuck!” I roared. She clamped down on me immediately, and the bliss had me seeing stars. “So fucking hot,” I growled as I began to move. “That’s it, baby. Milk my cock. Oh, fuck, yeah. Yes!”
I pumped hard and fast, knowing I wouldn’t last long. Since we were alone in the house, I was able to give over to my wild side, and the headboard slammed into the wall with every thrust.
“Yes! Yes! Jared, I’m so close!”
“Come, baby,” I demanded. “Come!”
Bridget tossed her head back and screamed as she shattered again. Her pussy clamped down so hard, I had no choice but to follow. I planted myself as deep as possible and let go. “Bridget! Fuuuuuuck!” I roared as my cock exploded inside her, filling her with so much come that it would have oozed out had I not been buried so deep that it sealed her pussy and kept everything inside.
Eventually, I surrounded her with my arms and rolled to my back, keeping her on top of me and my dick gloved in her tight heat. “Gonna give me a boy this time? I need help protecting my girls.”
Bridget giggled. “I’ll work on it.”
“I love you, baby,” I said gruffly before I kissed her on the top of her head.
“I love you too, Jared. So much.”
***
40 weeks later
“Be very quiet, girls. Your brother is sleeping.”
I opened the room to the hospital door and ushered in Molly, Dahlia, and Callie. They all entered on their tiptoes, making me smile. Callie had no clue what was going on, but she liked to do everything her sisters did.
I loved my girls with everything I had in me, but fuck, I was relieved Bridget gave me a son. I’d just have to keep the girls from dating until their brother was old enough to kick their date’s asses. An opinion I should not have shared with my wife since it had been quite the argument. But at least the makeup sex had been epic.
Bridget was resting against a pillow, awake but clearly exhausted. Which was to be expected, considering she’d just delivered a nine-pound baby boy. I was so fucking proud of my woman. She amazed me every day. As a wife, mother, friend, and anything else someone needed her to be. She had more capacity for love than I’d ever seen in another person. There was no doubt I wasn’t worthy of her, but I would never regret kidnapping her, and I would love her until the end of time.
“Dane just woke up,” she said to the girls quietly. Molly bounced on her toes excitedly but whispered when she spoke.
“Can I hold him mommy?”
“Sure, sweet girl. Just hop up here next to me.” She patted the bed beside her, and I lifted Molly up and set her there. Then I gently scooped Dane from his little hospital bed and carefully placed him in her arms.
“He’s really wrinkly,” she stated, scrunching her nose.
I stifled a laugh and Bridget tossed me a warning look, causing me to grin because she looked so hot when she did that.
“He’s a brand new baby,” my wife explained. “They all look a little red and wrinkly because he was inside mommy’s tummy.”
“So, he won’t always be ugly?” she asked, her tone colored with relief.
“Nope, he’ll be handsome like your daddy.”
Molly nodded, looking solemnly down at him. “It’ll be my job to protect him,” she announced. “I’ll kick all his date’s asses.”
Despite the moment being fucking hilarious, I groaned. I was in so much trouble.
Extra Epilogue
Bridget
Sprawled on Mac’s chest in our bed after we’d both come