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He pushes the first inch inside me. A long, high-pitched note flows from between my lips. Long and soft and totally involuntary.

“You think I’d let you slip through my fingers? The most beautiful woman in the whole fucking world, and I’m just gonna let you leave me up here?” He thrust forward with his hips. His cock stretches my walls. But he shows me no mercy. “No chance.”

“Oh, God!” He pins my hands to the ground beside my face. I bite his lip as he kisses me. His full-length buries deep inside my channel. I lift my legs in the air and wrap them around his waist. Eye to eye, he keeps fucking me. Picking up the speed. Adding power. Hitting my G-Spot over and over again until I’m speaking in tongues and I’m seeing stars and my climax starts to build up. Stronger and stronger. Closer and closer. Until that first brilliant spasm of release squeezes down around his cock and he lets out a bear-like growl and I feel the cum shooting out his cock into my belly. “Forrest!” I yell. “Fu-u-u-uck!”

“Yes,” he purrs. “Cum for me, Skye.” He picks up the speed. Squeezes my ass. Kisses me. His dick keeps ejaculating. Like a goddamn fire hose. “This is it." I bite down on his lip so hard it draws blood. "Now you're mine."

Epilogue

Skye

Two YearsLater

I pull the bed covers over my head. “Why?” I moan. “Can’t you chop woodafterI'm out of bed?”

Closing my eyes, I try and go back to sleep. But then I hear a noise I can’t ignore. A sweet, gurgly giggle coming over the baby monitor by my bed.

“Alright!” Apparently, nobody in this house is going to let me have a nice Sunday lie-in. “I’m coming. Hold your horses. Mummy’s on her way.”

I get to my feet. My eyes are still blurry. My head a little dizzy. I'd like a nice cup of coffee and a foot massage. But first things first, I have to take care of my child.

Baby Max is already standing up in his cot when I enter his room. His bright, playful grin brings a tear to my eye. Or maybe that’s just the sun beaming in through his window and the pungent smell coming from his diaper.

Things moved pretty fast after that first weekend with Forrest. I didn’t go back home for months, and when I eventually did, the electricity and the gas had been turned off.

“It’s a sign,” Forrest said. “You should move in with me.”

I took him by the hand and sat him down on my dusty old couch. “Forrest,” I said. “I love you more than words can describe. And I love being in the mountains with you. But I don’t think I can live up there all year round. I need to be able to see Cassy. I need a social life. I want to go to nice restaurants sometimes and go shopping and get my hair done and take our future baby on play dates with other children.”

“So,” he said, pulling me to him and peppering my neck with kisses. “You’re not moving in with me?”

I slap his chest playfully. “Of course I’m moving in with you. Just not in your cabin. We’re going to have to find somewhere new. Somewhere close enough to nature to make you happy, and close enough to town to suit my needs.”

“Okay.” His hand slid down the back of my jeans and pretty soon he was fingering me like there was no tomorrow. “It’s a deal.”

And a deal it was. Two months later and we were moving into our new place. A nice big starter home with a huge garden and a clear view of the mountains. Forrest has never once complained.

Two months after that we were back up at his cabin and all our family and friends were there. I was wearing a beautiful white gown that flowed around my knees and showed off my cleavage in a classy, yet provocative way.

I hadn’t bothered losing any weight for the wedding. Forrest says I’m perfect just the way I am. And I believe him. He can’t get enough of my body, and if that’s not proof he loves my curves, then nothing else is!

My Uncle Pete performed the ceremony. It seemed fitting, considering he was the guy who inadvertently set us up.

When I heard him say the magic words, “you may now kiss the bride,” I swear my heart nearly exploded into a billion pieces. I’d never been so happy.

Two weeks later and we were driving back down the mountains after our honeymoon and there was a little cluster of cells in my tummy that would take about nine months to turn into little baby Max.

“Yuck!” Forrest comes into the room and puts his hand over his nose. “He sure knows how to stink out a room.”

“Just like his daddy,” I tease.

After I’ve changed Max’s diaper, we sit outside on the patio and have breakfast. It’s a beautiful day. Birds chirping in the trees. A scattering of cotton-white clouds floating lazily across the pale blue sky.

“These pancakes are amazing.”

“Not as amazing as you,” Forrest says, reaching across the table and taking my hand. He brings it up to his lips and kisses the backs of my fingers.

“Someone’s frisky.”

“Always.” He puts two of my fingers in his mouth. “How about we put Max back in his cot and have ourselves a little morning nookie.”

“But I’ve just eaten,” I say. “I haven’t even had a chance to brush my teeth.”

“Good.” He comes around the table and picks up his son. “Come on Max,” he says, rubbing their noses together. “Let’s give mummy a chance to brush her teeth, and then we’re gonna make you a little baby brother. How does that sound?”

Max doesn’t understand what he’s saying, but he seems excited all the same.

“Or sister!” I yell after them.

“That’s the spirit,” he says. “Now get your ass in the bedroom. When I come in there, I want you spread out with your panties off and your legs wide open. I may have just eaten breakfast, but I’m still hungry… for you.”