“Oh god, it’s too much,” she protests, yet her ass pushes back against me on every stroke.
We’ve done this before, and I know she can take it. She’s afraid of the orgasm coming before it feels too big, but it’s always worth it.
“Do it for me, Kitty.” Deeper and deeper I take her until I feel my balls slapping her pussy. “Take all of it for me.”
She lies forward on the table, and I reach around her hip to play with her pussy. It’s drenched, and the feel of it makes me growl.
“So close,” she breathes, and I know because I can feel it coming.
“Whose is it?” I demand as I smack her ass.
“Yours, Judge,” she answers quickly. “Always yours.”
“Tell me you love me.”
“I love you so much.”
When I thrust deep, I pop her pussy with my hand one quick time, and it’s enough to send her over the edge. She cries out so loudly her throat is going to be sore, and I smile like the devil that stole an angel and follow her over the edge.
This time is so much harder than the last, and damn, does it feel good. My own legs are protesting right now, but I have to stand up in order to catch Kitty. I give her a moment to catch her breath before I pull out, and we groan at the loss of connection.
I put my wet dick back in my jeans and then put her panties and dress back in place. It doesn’t matter because her panties are ruined, and there’s already cum all over the inside of her legs.
When she turns over, I pull her in my arms and carry her over to the small chair in the corner. I sit down with her in my lap, and she cuddles against me like a baby lamb.
“That was fun,” she sighs dreamily, and I shake my head.
“This is no way to teach you a lesson.”
“I don’t know. I think you did a great job.”
I kiss the top of her head and rest my cheek there as I hold her in the quiet of the barn. There’s still so much we have ahead of us, and although I might always be worried about losing her, I can’t wait for all the ways she’s going to push boundaries. Maybe that’s really the secret to a long and lasting marriage. Always have that little extra push and pull so that it makes the moments in between so much sweeter.
Epilogue Kitty
Many months later…
“Look at this line!” my sister squeals with excitement. I have a booth set up at the town fair this year with my sign—Sweet Treat by Kitty Russo—hanging over the front. It was a surprise from Judge this morning, and I might have cried.
I even have a few girls running the booth for me since I prefer to bake. I’m not sure how great I’d be at customer interaction, plus I know I’m going to need extra hands with how things have been going.
“I know, it’s crazy to me.” It’s only been eight months since I started this venture. When the coffee shop in town, Brew Up, started selling my treats, it exploded.
They ran out of stock every day, and people wanted to place orders as well. It was overwhelming at first, but my sweet, supportive husband went and added a catering kitchen to our home. Along with hiring a couple of girls to help out every day.
“I knew you could do it.” She bumps her shoulder with mine. “How does Judge handle all this?”
“He’s proud of me. I mainly work when he does so I think the only thing he’s not a fan of is the attention I get around town now. Everyone knows who I am.”
Dotty lets out a giggle in understanding. Her husband is the same way. I’m just happy that our husbands get along so well.
“Should we go find the guys?” I ask, looking back over my shoulder. I’m surprised they haven't hunted us down, but they might think we’re busy working.
“They’re over at the rodeo.” I take off the long-sleeve shirt I’m wearing over my tank top and tie it around my waist. Dotty raises her eyebrows at me.
“What? I have a shirt on underneath it and it’s burning up.”
“If you say so.” She smirks. “Your boobs look bigger.”
I look down at them, and she’s right. The bra did feel a little snug when I put it on this morning.
“Are you saying I should lay off my own treats?” I tease her.
“Shut up. I was fishing to find out if you’re pregnant. How wonderful would it be if we were pregnant together?”
“I wouldn't be upset about it. It’s bound to happen with how Judge and I go at it all the time.” I’m a little shocked that I wasn't knocked up months ago.
“When was your last period?” she asks under her breath so no one else can hear.
My mind blanks. I’ve been so busy I haven’t really paid much attention. “I can’t remember,” I say, and Dotty’s whole face lights up with excitement.
“You should use my doctor. She’s wonderful.”
“You want to get a corn dog? I’m craving some mustard.”
“Mustard? You hate mustard. Why are you changing the subject?”
“Cause I’m hungry?” I also don’t want to get my hopes up. I’m not too worried about it because it will happen when it happens. Judge hasn't said much about kids, but I know he wants some. He knows I’m not on birth control, and he’s never used a condom.
“Yeah, I could go for a corn dog too. Fair food is the best.” I nod in agreement as we start our search but get distracted by fried Oreos. My phone starts to buzz in my pocket when we finally
