“Wanna give you my babies,” I say, her body clenching around me as her orgasm begins to slam into her. She writhes beneath me, making delectable noises of pleasure. “Going to give you my babies. Fuck, Hazel. I’m–”
The rest of my sentence is cut off as pleasure completely overtakes me. I cum deep inside her, right against her womb. Every fiber of my hopes that it takes, that she gets pregnant from this.
It takes the two of us a long moment to recover from our climaxes, out of breath and sweaty. Eventually, though, I stand up. She watches me with hazy eyes and a soft smile on her lips.
“Leaving so soon?” she asks.
“The president wants to talk to me,” I say, giving her an apologetic grin. “I don’t think there’s any rush, but it’s probably for the best that I get there soon. I think I might be in trouble.”
“Oh no, I hope everything’s okay,” she says.
“I’m sure it will be,” I say, putting on my jacket and walking over to kiss her sweetly. “We’re not done talking, though. I’ll be by to pick you up later.”
“I’d love that,” Hazel murmurs.
“And I love you.”
Epilogue
Six Years Later
Hazel
Since getting together with Axel, I’ve had no shortage of excitement in my life, but it’s definitely far less dangerous. We got married less than a year after meeting. I was already four months pregnant with our first child, a cute little boy who makes sure our lives are never dull. After a short honeymoon, I went down to part-time hours in the oncology unit.
I’m still helping people, though. My job now consists of patching up members of the Riders of Retribution when they need it. Oh, and patching up both of our boys, because less than two years after our first child was born, I gave birth to another baby boy. They’re both extremely active, so I end up cleaning lots of scrapes and using the healing power of mom kisses.
“All better,” I say to our oldest, Nathan. He fell playing with the other members’ kids at the family gathering that takes place at the clubhouse once a month. He’s tough, but knows that I want any wounds cleaned.
“Can I play now?” Nathan asks.
“You sure can, bud,” Axel says from the doorway. “Just be safe. You don’t want to overwork mommy.”
“Right!” he says, before bouncing off the table in my makeshift infirmary and running past Axel to get back to his friends.
“I’m glad you’re free,” Axel tells me, closing and locking the door once Nathan’s gone. “I need you to look at something.”
“That old gunshot wound giving you problems again?” I say, knowing exactly what he’s doing.
“It is,” he confirms.
“Well, take your pants off and get on the table so I can examine you,” I say with a smirk.
He does as he’s told, taking his underwear off along with them. I’m not surprised to see that he’s already half-hard. No matter how many times we do this, it excites both of us every time.
When he’s on my table, I make a show of examining the scar. It’s round and flat against his skin, faded as far as it’s going to get – a permanent mark on his body immortalizing the day we met. With each touch of my fingertips to his skin, he gets harder and harder.
“It looks okay,” I say after a moment, taking hold of his cock and stroking it as it fattens up completely within my grasp. “I just need to check one more thing, though.”
With that, I lean forward, taking as much of him as I can in my mouth. Above me, Axel swears, threading his fingers through my hair as he says, “Angel, your fucking mouth.”
I hum around him, pleased that I can pull this kind of reaction out of him. In the years that we’ve been together, I’ve learned how to bring him to the edge quickly. And I do just that.
Axel’s hips press up into my mouth, and I taste precum. A smirk appears on my face as I keep going. I’m sure he thinks he’s going to cum from this, but I have other plans. He should know by now that I get my own way every time.
I feel the familiar tells of his orgasm approaching. His breath comes in shallow puffs, and his fingers start to tighten in my blonde locks. When I feel the telltale twitch of his cock in my mouth, I pull away, reveling in the throaty whine I get in response.
“Angel,” he says, his hips humping the air in search of the stimulation I just deprived him of.
