"You're going to accept every drop of me." It was a command, not a question, and it was enough to set her off. She cried out with a wild moan as she climaxed around my cock, gripping me in a vice-like hold.
I kept thrusting, rocking her body against the mattress as her pussy pulled my own orgasm from me.
It made my cock swell even more, and a loud groan sounded from deep in my chest as I ejaculated inside her.
Long jets of semen filled her as she continued to milk my cock.
Dropping to the side so I didn't crush her, I pulled her into my arms so we were both on our sides, my chest to her back.
I wrapped one leg around hers and spread her open, my cock still inside her.
Reaching down, I spread her pussy lips and stroked her clitoris, unable to stop touching her.
"I need you to climax again, baby. I want this pussy to clench up and draw all my semen deep inside you. You want that Duchess, don't you? Your pussy has to absorb all my semen deeply so it can implant there."
Just like always, her body jerked, climaxing again, doing as I told her. A little more semen spilled from my cock, and her pussy took it greedily.
She lay quietly against me, and I peppered kisses down her neck. Pulling out of her, I moved and took her mouth in a soft kiss.
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
She ran her finger down my cheek and into my beard. She gave me a sexy, satisfied smile that made my chest warm, knowing I did that to my woman. My Duchess.
It made me proud to know I put that look on her face.
"We've never said that before today." She whispered the words, as if speaking loudly would make them disappear.
"I just wanted you to know that before we go to the lawyer today. But I do love you. I have from the first day I laid eyes on you. Knew you were different. Knew I'd make you mine."
Her eyes watered, and she blinked a few times to keep the tears from escaping. "I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't tampered with my car and it hadn't needed fixing. What if I hadn't found you in the hospital that day but rather found my god-brother, Dan? I don't think I could have managed without you these past weeks."
"I would have found you." I said the words with all the confidence in the world, not wanting her to think that way.
I may not have known it, but being alone all those years, I thought it was because I was busy and had no interest in women.
Now I knew I was just waiting for her and no one else would do.
A part of me knew she was out there, and I just had to wait and I'd find her. "No way would I have missed you walking around this town. Hell, if you hadn't come into the gynaecology department, I would have found you at the bar that night."
"I know. That's what I was thinking. I'm kind of surprised you didn't find me at birth with your ability to track me," she giggled, and the sound made my cock grow hard again.
Not that it ever went down. Her being naked against me made that impossible.
"Don't even think about it." She jumped from the bed, running towards the bathroom.
I heard the shower turn on, and I pulled myself from the bed, too.
We needed to get a move on. We had an appointment with the lawyers in an hour, but maybe I could coax one more orgasm from her.
Looks like I got two from her. She gave me one orally and another on my cock before I pulled her from the shower and we both quickly got ready.
Now I was sitting in a room with three lawyers, two for the mayor and one for Dan and my Duchess.
Sam Peterson, Dan, and the Mayor were all present, and my head was pounding.
"I cannot believe you falsified my signature. I never endorsed any of these documents."
"Neither did I," Dan said, taking Sheryl White's hand in his. They'd never been close, but over the past two weeks, they'd been working on being a family again. "But I suspected something was amiss, so I started investigating. It appears that whenever something didn't suit you, you simply altered it, regardless of its legality." Dan's stare bored straight into his god father.
"I have no idea what you are referring to. How dare you make such accusations! I am your god father."
Dan just ran a hand through his hair, not seeming to care. Both Sheryl White and Dan had pretty much washed their hands of him since the funeral of grandma. Sheryl's late mother and Dan's father were pretty close childhood friends, that's why Sheryl's mother had taken him in after his mother died because his father was always busy with the hospital.
Their father tried to get them both banned and wouldn't let them come to the will reading, claiming their names weren't listed in it. All nonsense, and they knew it.
Sam Peterson stood, as if appalled at the accusations. "My client is not obligated to respond to this line of questioning." Maybe he should've been an actor instead of a lawyer.
"I'd advise you to take a seat, Sam Peterson, because the Mayor's hands aren't the only ones implicated in this. It appears you are also heavily involved."
"We are leaving." Both of them stormed out of the office, and I moved to grab them, but Dan stopped me.
"They aren't going to escape this. They forged my woman's signature on all sorts of documents, claiming she surrendered rights to things she never did, and you're implying they're involved in even more."
"Two FBI agents will apprehend them before they even reach the street." Dan leaned back in his chair, and I understood his calm tone.
Still, I would have liked to have gotten my hands on them before the federals did.
"Not only did they attempt to alter Grandma's will and present us with a fabricated one, it seems dear old Dad has also engaged in some campaign fraud. I've been tracking it for a few months now."
I heard Sheryl White sniff beside me, and I pulled her into my lap. She came easily, leaning into me.
One of the lawyers cleared his throat, reminding us he was still there.