The Way She Burns by Jessa Kane
Epilogue
Sebastian
Five Years Later
My wife is still horny as hell. More so than ever.
And that makes me the luckiest man on planet earth.
I’m positive that I’ve done nothing in my life to deserve her, so now I spend every day trying to become worthy. Worthy of her running breathlessly into my office two or three times a day, needing her pussy serviced. Sometimes her need has spiked so dramatically, she comes after one thrust, screaming her relief, liquid pleasure coasting down the globes of her buttocks and pooling on my desk.
Hell, maybe it is an affliction. Maybe it is unusual for a woman to be in heat as often as Chloe. But it will be a cold day in hell before she takes a cure that isn’t my cock.
I check the clock on my computer now, a muscle ticking in my cheek.
She’s gone into town to buy a fresh bottle of her favorite perfume and she should be back by now. I haven’t been inside of her since just after breakfast. She has to be dripping by now, needy for that thick pressure I put between her legs. Maybe she ran into a friend or acquaintance and got talking, lost track of time.
After all, she has become quite popular in Harding ever since we started our mission to clean up the town. Make it safe and livable again. And thanks to my wife’s hard work, Harding is once again thriving. The streets are green, the shops have reopened and new families have been attracted to the area, buying real estate. Starting clubs and having street fairs. The fact that she’s safe in Harding is the only reason I let her travel into town alone now, although Dobbs is there, as well, keeping a close eye while I tend to my thriving stocks.
Curtis, now eight, is in school for another few hours and then he has peewee football practice. I’ll need to be there, since I’m the coach. Started the whole league, really, at first wanting to show my wife that I can be around people. Tolerate them, even. And at some point, I actually started to enjoy myself. Curtis is popular among his friends, meaning children are constantly running through the house on weekends. Chloe keeps them entertained most of the time, until it’s time for privacy and then poor Dobbs is on babysitting duty.
I’ve had to raise his salary considerably.
Yes, Chloe’s little brother and our constantly full house have more than fulfilled our parental aspirations. We have our family of three and it’s perfect, no plans to add more—and frankly, no desire on either of our parts to give up a single second of surrendering to our obsession with one another. And we agree wholeheartedly that our family is complete. It’s ours. There is more love in my life than I ever knew was possible. There’s stability and trust and passion. There’s Chloe. My heart. My soul.
The reason I take every breath.
My gaze strays to the picture of Chloe sitting framed on my desk. It’s a photo from our first wedding anniversary. She’s in a dress made entirely of light pink feathers and a sparkly silver belt, a glass of champagne in her hand that technically she was too young to drink at the time. I’m holding her in my arms, our favorite place for her to be, my mouth sliding up the front of her throat. In my opinion, the best part of the picture is the boulder-sized diamond on her ring finger, letting the world know she’s mine.
Mine.
While looking at the picture, my cock has turned into a hard column in my pants, prepared for my tight wife. God, I need her. Now.
Sweat is beginning to form on the hollow of my throat, my hands flexing on the arms of my chair. I’m getting…almost dizzy, my eyes straying continually to the clock. Where is she? I need a fucking hit. I need to feed my addiction.
Chloe isn’t the only one afflicted with near constant longing. Hunger.
It’s times like this, when one of us is running late to our never-ending, two-person party, that it becomes starkly obvious that I wouldn’t make it a fucking day without being inside of her. Feeling her skin against mine. Hearing that baby talk in my ear and knowing it’s just for me. That I’m the only one privy to it. We are each other’s drug. We wake up in the morning and reach for each other before we’ve taken our first breath.
I stand from my desk and pace to the window, looking for the limousine in the driveway, on the road leading to the house. I’m not going to be able to wait until she gets home. I’m going to have to go find her. Track her down like the insatiable animal she’s turned me into. Wherever I find her, that’s where it’s going to happen. Hard. Fast.
Unable to wait another second, I find my keys on the desk and stride out of the office toward the front door, throwing it open and not even bothering with the lock. I jump over the side of my convertible Jag, thanks to the top being down, and rev the engine, peeling out of the driveway fast enough to leave a cloud of dust in my rearview. My fingertips dig into the steering wheel, leaching the blood from my knuckles. I take the turn at the top of the road at breakneck pace—and that’s when the limousine carrying my wife comes into view.
I floor it.
Roughly only a minute passes until my Jag draws even with the limo, Dobbs very wisely pulling over to wait for me on the shoulder. I throw my car into park on the opposite side of the road and leap out, already loosening the tie around my neck, my cock distended in my pants.
Dobbs rolls down the driver’s side window, visibly nervous. “There was a traffic jam in town, sir. We were stuck at the same light for half an hour.”
I’m poised to answer him, but my wife chooses that moment to get out of the backseat, her eyes dazed with need and she becomes the only thing I see. Christ, I forgot she wore that flirty little skirt this morning, all covered in daisies. The wind kicks it up now and I catch a glimpse of her white panties. The ones I special ordered with my name stitched onto the hip, preceded by “Property of…” They match the white socks tucked into her Mary Janes.
My mouth is watering. I’m so horny I’m almost staggering my way to her side of the limousine, my fingers closing around the zipper of my pants and yanking it down.
“Roll the window up and stay put,” I growl at Dobbs.
“Yes, sir.”
This isn’t the first time we’ve had to fuck with Dobbs in the vicinity. The first time, he couldn’t look me in the eye for a week. Especially after hearing the way Chloe screams for Daddy when she comes. He never openly watches. I wouldn’t allow that. But there are times when there’s simply no choice but to feed the hunger while he’s present.
When I reach Chloe, her fingers are down the front of her panties and she’s petting herself, her back arched against the side of the limo. Her nipples are puckered behind the thin material of her tank top, her thighs tight around that fondling hand. Every time I think she can’t get hotter, she does. She lets loose a little more and blows my mind.
“We can do better than that,” I growl, capturing her wrist and ripping her hand free of her underwear, my lips crushing down on hers, plundering her with my tongue, licking the whimper clean out of her perfect little mouth. “Poor baby girl,” I rasp against her lips. “Did you miss your fuck appointment?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpers. “I’m sorry.”
“Mmmm.” I reach up beneath her skirt and draw down her panties, licking down the front of her body, right through her clothes, as I stoop down to remove the underwear completely, stuffing them into my pocket, before straightening once again to my full height, crowding her against the side of the limo. “You know how I like my apologies, don’t you?” I kiss her roughly, moving lower to snap my teeth at her jawline. “I like them tight and pink. Don’t I? I like them warm and wet and sweet as fucking sugar.”
She nods solemnly, lifting up her skirt. Slowly. Just until a hint of her pussy is peeking out. “You want…this, Daddy?”
“I always want it, little girl. I’m an animal for it.” Well past my breaking point, I push the waistband of my pants down my past hips, followed by my briefs. Then I bend my knees and come up hard between her smooth, sexy thighs, guiding my cock straight to that tiny, dripping fuck hole that keeps me awake at night, keeps me pacing and sweating all day, and I pump home, both of us groaning at the sensation of my rigid dick occupying her wet cunt.
Her thighs shoot up around my hips, her hips rocking hungrily.
Already trying to make me pop.
“Horny baby girl,” I grit out into her ear. “So horny she has to get pounded right in the middle of the road.” I rock up into her hard, then hit her with several quick pumps that leave her mouth in a wide O, her breath coming faster, faster. “Maybe you want someone to catch Daddy fucking you silly so we don’t have to hide anymore.”
She lets out a strangled moan, her sex clamping down around me. Close. Close.
“Harder. Even harder,” she whines. “Please.”
I oblige her without hesitation, slamming her round, juicy ass up against the door with thrust after thrust, my mouth hot and insatiable on her neck.
There was a time when Chloe used to be embarrassed by this kink we live for. Not to mention her demanding sex drive. She even used to feel ashamed of it. But not anymore. God no. I don’t allow that. Now the shame is a perfectly twisted component of our physical relationship. We took ownership of the shame and made it work for us.
“It’s not just this pussy I need so goddamn bad, Chloe,” I say hoarsely, bringing our foreheads together. “When too much time passes without seeing you, hearing your voice…I get crazy. I can’t stand it.”
“Me either,” she sobs, kissing me, working those hips up and back, relentless in her need. “I love you.” She seizes up around me, her eyes going blind. “I love you, Sebastian.”
Teeth clenched, I drive high into her heaven one final time, letting my seed burst free, raking my face through the crook of her neck and shoulder, inhaling her scent desperately. “I love you, too, baby. The love grows bigger every second of the day. It’ll never stop.”
And it never, ever does.
Not for either of us.
THE END
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