Fighting for Honor Page 10

She pulls her lips to the side, running her hands down the front of her body until they settle on her belly. “I’m late.”

  My heart hammers in my chest.

  “What?”

  “I missed my period.”

  “Baby...” My cock grows another inch as I pull her face down closer to mine.

  “I bought a pregnancy test yesterday, but I didn't want to distract you from your fight, so I didn’t do it yet.”

  I’m on my feet, her still riding my dick as she giggles and wraps her hands around my neck.

  “Where is it? The bathroom?”

  She nods and I half run with her attached to me. A few minutes later, my woman has peed on the stick and set it face down on the sink while we both count to sixty as I cuddle her on my lap, having a hard time breathing.

  “Fifty-eight, fifty-nine...sixty.” We say in unison and I reach over to pick up the little lavender and white plastic stick.

  “You ready?” I keep it face down until she nods.

  “On the count of three...” She says and we start together:

  “One. Two. Three.”

  Maggie yelps, clapping her hands as I drop the stick, wrapping my arms around her so tight I have to consciously remember she’s breakable and loosen my grip.

  I bury my face into the softness of her tits, an unfamiliar feeling tensing the muscles in my neck and my face.

  Before I know it, I’m sobbing into her, bringing one hand to cover my eyes as I grip my temples, the tears burning two little rivers down my bruised face.

  I don’t remember the last time I cried. Or why.

  But one thing I do know, is I’ve never cried like this.

  Tears of pure joy.

  17

  Stone

  EPILOGUE TWO

  Twelve Years Later

  “Are you kidding me?” I choke out, the tears already making my vision wavy as my eyes burn.

  “Stone.” Maggie says softly. “You cry every single time.”

  “I know.” I pinch the bridge of my nose, pulling her close as I sit on the chair where we’ve just finished clearing up from breakfast. All six of the kids are currently off with Grandma and Grandpa, walking the Las Vegas strip, headed toward the fountain at the Bellagio while I got prepped for tonight’s fight.

  Another championship, but it will be my last. After tonight, win or lose, I’m going to retire. It’s been an amazing run. I’ve won six Ground and Pound heavyweight championships, but it’s time.

  Especially now that Maggie dropped this bomb on me.

  We’re expecting our seventh baby, and every time when we flip that stick over, I cry like a baby.

  Then I fuck her.

  I gather myself, getting to my feet and spinning Maggie around, marching her to the sofa at the same time as I slip her nightgown up over her ripe ass, her hair flowing down her back as I lay her down, still damp from our morning shower where she sucked my cock like the champion she is. I doused her throat with hot cum and she swallowed it down like the tasty treat she always says it is.

  “This is our last.” She gives me a playful struggle as I drop to my knees and spread her apart. “Even if we don’t get a boy. Six girls and a boy, or seven girls. That’s the finish line.”

  “I like you pregnant. Knowing my seed did that to you. Made you round, so everyone knows who you belong to...”

  She moans as I drive my tongue into her soaking opening, her ass pressing against my face. I suck her pussy as she rises up on her tiptoes and pushes back, reaching around to pull herself apart for me.

  “God, Stone...”

  I pause, knowing what she wants, my filthy slutty girl.

  “Yes, Brighteyes? Something you want?”

  She wiggles her spread ass in my face and I flick my tongue on her clit, teasing her.

  “Please...”

  “Ask for it...”

  She hesitates. She’s a dirty girl, but there’s still this shyness about her which only makes it better.

  “Lick me...”

  “Where?”

  She groans in frustration, and I draw back a hand, landing it hard on her left ass cheek and making her yelp.

  “Please lick my ass...”

  “There we go. Good girl.”

  She whimpers as my tongue dances on her forbidden opening. Spinning it around until her body twitches and quivers as I drive my thumb into her cunt, over and over until she’s gushing all over my hand and down her legs, cumming so hard she swears worse than Unicorn.

  Before she comes down from her peak, I’m on my feet, thrusting in hard, stretching her, and even after all these years and all the fucking, she’s still damn tight on my thick cock.

  I grab her hip with one hand, my other clutching the back of her neck and pressing her down into the back of the sofa as I take total control of her body.

  Her sweet cunt tightens and I look down to watch my thick meat slipping in and out of her pink opening. The vein that winds up the top of my dick looks like a purple snake, throbbing as her body takes me in and out.

  I fuck her hard, listening to her yelps and whines as I grunt and slam my body forward and back, forward and back, until sweat runs down my chest and she cums in a shaking explosion, the muscles inside her milking me until I let myself go.

  “Dirty pussy, sucking all my cum out. All for me. Always for me. Only for me.”

  I sink inside her to the limit of her body, holding myself there, filling her, knowing there’s a baby growing inside her already. The intensity of my orgasm has me seeing stars, and I nearly pass out.

  When we come down, we are both gasping as my cum drips out and down my balls, her legs quivering as she turns her head to give me a wry smile.

  “That all you’ve got, champ?” She teases as I raise my eyebrows.

  “Really?” I challenge, my cock already thickening again.

  She shrugs. “Just, you said we don’t stop until one of us taps out. Did you see me tap?” Her voice is playful as she wiggles her ass, my balls twitching.

  “Be careful what you wish for.”

  “Bring it, Knockout. You don’t scare me.”

  Ten seconds later, I’ve got her on her back, her legs on my shoulders, pounding that pussy until her eyes roll back in her head and she brings a hand to my chest, weakly tapping three times.

  Looking down at her, all I feel is love.

  We’ve had quite a ride.

  The chaos of six kids. One, our sweet Avery, has Down’s Syndrome, but started Kindergarden this year and is the favorite of her teachers and classmates.

  We still have that fucker Unicorn, who teaches each kid to swear like it’s his fucking duty or something, which requires us to do a lot of explaining to their teachers.

  We also have two cats, Vinegar and Oil, named by our oldest, Cecily.

  Three dogs too, one with three legs, all adopted from the shelter.

  That’s not all. We still have our lake cabin. Maggie says she could never part with it, but after our second, Aurora, was born, we bought a farm south of Boston which now has a variety of horses, goats, chickens, pot bellied pigs and God knows what else I can hardly keep track.

  We have more money than we will ever spend thanks to my amazing career, and I know I have Teddy and Maria to thank for that. They are still my biggest supporters.

  Maggie’s brother, Sam, was acquitted of all charges and is in a suite down the hall with his wife and two kids.

  Dino and Liza couldn’t make the fight today, because she is ready to deliver their third any day now.

  Maggie works part time at the blog, really just for fun, and they let her do features whenever she has the time.

  Evan and his wife Grace are here as well as Grizz, his girl and a bunch of the other guys from the gym. Not all of them still fight, but we forged bonds back in the early days and they are all my brothers. I support them and they support me. We’re our own sort of family.

  All in all, everyone I know is living the dream.

  “I love y
ou, Brighteyes.” I whisper as Maggie’s blue eyes focus and she smiles up at me.

  “I love you too, champ.” I lower her legs from my shoulders and slip out of her as she bites her lips and finishes. “Now, go get ready, Knockout. End on a win.”

  What she doesn’t realize, is no matter what happens tonight.

  I’ve already won.

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