Page 33 of The Hitman’s Obsession

“My husband loves me,” she mutters. She’s close. I can feel her pussy starting to clamp down on my cock. The rest of her body tensing up.

That’s it. I can’t hold out anymore.

“You know what?” I growl. “I think you’re right.”

My hips buck deep as my orgasm hits me. I spray hot spend inside her hole, coating her folds with my cum. Her eyes roll back in her head, and she cries out. I muffle her screams with my hand, pinning her to the couch as I bottom out, emptying my balls in her as deep as I can go.

We writhe together in mutual ecstasy until finally, I slump down beside her. The mask makes it nearly impossible to get a decent breath, so I pull it off and toss it aside. Annie looks over at me and smiles.

“You’re a great actor, Daddy. Have I ever told you that?”

“Many, many times,” I chuckle. “But a scenario doesn’t work unless you’ve got a great scene partner.”

“Thank you, thank you,” she giggles as I plant soft kisses up her neck. “That one was really fun. We should do it again. Maybe next time with a fake gun?”

“Have I ever told you—”

“That I’m a freak?” she laughs, her eyes blazing. “Many, many times.”

I capture her lips with mine and think about that night, three years ago, and the broken man I was. Just another job—that’s what I thought. But I was wrong. I was so wrong.

I never could have pictured the life I live now. A nice house, a wonderful wife, my own business, a baby on the way.

Jimmy’s crew dissolved after that night I took a bullet for Annie. Without him, there was no reason for anyone else to come after us. Still, I’ve got our house loaded up with all the top security equipment. No point in not being safe.

Even Chuck has started getting his shit together. He’s working for a shipping company now, making decent money. He still forgets things here and there, forgets to show when we invite him over for dinner, but he doesn’t owe anyone two million dollars anymore. So I’d say he’s doing well.

I run my hand over her pregnant belly, thinking about how soon our lives are going to change. I wouldn’t say I’m scared, just nervous.

I want to be the best dad I can be. I need to.

Neither Annie nor I was raised right, so giving our child the best home possible is our number one priority.

“I love you,” I say into her ear as she nuzzles up against my chest.

Her breath slows as she closes her eyes. “I love you too, Daddy. I love you…”