EPILOGUE
ETHAN
FIVE MONTHS LATER
“Go harder,” Harper begs as she’s bent over in front of me. At nine months pregnant, we’ve had to come up with different and safer positions. I’m still nervous about hurting her or the baby, so she often has to reassure me I won’t. “It’s okay, babe. It feels amazing,” she adds as I hesitate.
At her request, I open her a*s cheeks wider and thrust with power. She cries out, fisting the covers as she keeps her hips up. It’s the only way not to put pressure on her belly but gives me perfect access to her p***y. I wrap an arm around her waist and thumb her c**t. She nearly shoots off the bed, but I hold her in place with my other hand.
Since we have to be out of the house in a half hour, it has to be a quickie. Something we’ve become accustomed to between o
