The Storm Series, page 39
I let out a steady breath as Phineas guided his cock back into my ass, and it was an entirely different feeling than the other ways that he’d taken me like this. I felt fuller, and I had no idea how that was possible. I also had no control, despite being on top. With my arms tied behind my back the way that they were, I could only rely on my legs for support, but Phineas hadn’t bothered giving me a chance to get acclimated as he’d already had his hands on my hips, bouncing me up and down like I weighed nothing.
“Fuck, I want to take a picture of you like this,” he grunted from beneath me. “Tits out, a strap around your neck, and my cum all over you…fuck, you’re a vision.”
“Phineas…” I moaned.
“Ride my cock, baby,” he ordered. “Use that sweet ass to make me cum.”
Even though I was moving my hips to give him what he wanted, Phineas was really doing all the work. He had a tight grip on my hips, and he was pushing into me hard enough that I barely had to move at all. The entire thing felt sordid, and I couldn’t believe how turned on I was.
“Don’t stop…” I begged. “Please…don’t stop…”
“I’m going to cum in your ass, and while my seed is tucked safely deep inside your body, I’m going to eat that sweet cunt of yours, baby,” he promised wickedly, and that was all that it took to make me explode all over him. How he kept managing to deliver anal orgasms, I had no idea, but I was too high to try to figure it out right now.
“Fuck, baby…” Phineas grunted as he rode me through my orgasm before finally succumbing to his own. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
Yeah, life with Phineas Moore was never going to be dull.
I was also going to be here for it all.
Epilogue
Sheridan – (One Year Later)~
“I told you that I’d take care of that.”
I turned to see Phineas walking into the bedroom. “No offense, but I don’t have time for you to take care of this.”
The jerk grinned. “Are you calling me lazy?”
“All your medals would say otherwise,” I retorted as I turned back towards the bed to finish all the unpacking from our trip to the cabin this year. “I’m calling you a domestic procrastinator.”
“Is that a real thing?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around me from behind.
“It is in this household,” I remarked.
“Christ, can’t you two ever give it a rest?”
I sighed.
Though I’d been the one to sign up for this willingly, a house full of Moores was not an easy thing to navigate. While the twins had toned down their evil ways, Satan still lived in their hearts.
One month after Phineas and I had worked things out, Phineas had moved to Quince, then had filed for custody of the twins. Phineas II and Candy had handed the boys over without a fight, and I’d been surprised to find out that they’d done it because they’d really had the boys’ best interests at heart. A part of me had also wondered if Phineas II had done it as a way to make amends with his eldest son, and if that was the case, then it worked. At least, to some extent. Phineas no longer felt like killing his dad whenever he saw him, so that was something.
“Watch your mouth,” Phineas ordered. “Besides, this is my bedroom. If you don’t want to see my hands all over my girl, then don’t come in here.”
I turned just in time to see Cutter roll his eyes. “Well, considering the fact that you told us to meet you here in five minutes, that hardly signifies, Phin.”
Just then Cotter entered the bedroom. “Are you even capable of keeping your hands to yourself?” he asked Phineas, making me laugh.
“Shut it, both of you,” Phineas ordered before turning me around in his arms. “I probably should have left them out of this.”
“Over our dead bodies,” the twins said in unison, and now they really did have my attention.
“What’s going on?” I asked suspiciously.
“Well, I was thinking-”
“Always a dangerous thing,” Cotter muttered.
“-with Ripley and Junie already having one kid, and Roark and Gypsy pregnant, if we want all our children to grow up together, then we need to get going on the baby-making bandwagon.”
I could only gawk at him. “Are you seriously talking about knocking me up in front of the boys?”
Phineas shook his head as Cutter held out a jewelry box to me, Cotter’s arms wrapping around me from behind. “I’m asking you to marry me, love.”
“For the love of God, please say yes,” Cotter begged as he hugged me from behind, his signature move whenever he wanted to show me that he was grateful for me.
“Yeah, seriously,” Cutter joined in, popping the box open, making this one of the craziest marriage proposals in history.
I looked over at the beautiful engagement ring, and I loved how Phineas had chosen something that suited me, and not something that reflected the amount in his bank account. It was important for me that he understood that my love for him had nothing to do with his net worth, and he was showing me how much he appreciated that by not buying me some gawdy monstrosity.
“What do you say?” Phineas asked, making me look back up at him. “Marry me, then we can get to work on those babies.”
“Yeah, we’re not getting any younger,” Cotter snorted as he let go of me to go stand next to his brothers.
I eyed the twins. “I’ll expect you two to be on your best behavior once we get pregnant.”
“Is that a yes?” Phineas chuckled.
“Yeah, that’s a yes,” I answered, knowing that I’d never meant it more.
“Good,” Phineas replied confidently. “Because I’ve already booked the church.”
The End.
Acknowledgments
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The first acknowledgment will always be my husband. There aren’t enough words to express my gratitude for having this man in my life. There is a little bit of him in every hero that I dream up, and I can’t thank God enough for bringing him into my life.
Second, there’s my family; my daughter, my son, my grandchildren, my sister, and my mother. Family is everything, and I have one of the best. They are truly the best cheerleaders I could ever ask for, and I never forget just how truly blessed I am to have them in my life.
Then, of course, there’s Kamala. This woman is not only my beta and idea guinea pig, but she’s also one of my closest friends. She’s been with me from the beginning of this journey, and we’re going to ride this thing to the end. Kam’s the encouragement that sparked it all, folks.
Finally, I’d like to thank everyone who’s purchased, read, reviewed, shared, and supported me and my writing. Thank you so much for helping make this dream a reality and a happy, fun one at that. I cannot say thank you enough.
About the Author
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M.E. Clayton works full-time and writes as a hobby only. She is an avid reader, and with much self-doubt but more positive feedback and encouragement from her friends and family, she took a chance at writing, and the Seven Deadly Sins Series was born. Writing is a hobby she is now very passionate about. When she’s not working, writing, or reading, she is spending time with her family or friends. If you care to learn more, you can read about her by visiting the following:
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