Epilogue

Epilogue

Peyton

S ix months later, life is pretty damn good. My entire extended family waits for me down on the beach. I can see the tiki torches through the bathroom windows burning as the sun lowers in the sky. If anyone were to look over their shoulders and focus they'd get a real eyeful and a memory they never bargained for.

As the bride, I should be down there. I have the designer wedding gown with lace and satin from a crazy in-demand designer that Oliver knows. A stylist has tamed my hair into a lovely mass of cascading curls; also, my Italian-made bra and panty set costs more than my last car. And my shoes are custom made by Jimmy Choo. Currently, everything except the shoes is in a puddle at my feet because the groom is teasing my clit into a feverish burn.

While we are up in the master bathroom of Jude's Bahamian beach house, two hundred guests drink champagne below us, waiting for the ceremony to start. The reason for the delay is because my husband wants to claim me good a proper—his words— now so he can do it all over again after putting a ring on it.

And I am one hundred and ten percent good with that.

Jude whispers a delicate tease over my puckered entrance while never taking his attention off my little nub.

I gasp and moan a little at the surprise.

"Mmm… I have an idea, baby," he purrs wickedly.

God that deep voice of his makes me wetter.

"You promised me that I'd walk down the aisle with my pussy full of your cum." I catch his glance in the mirror and see a desire there I've grown to crave like air in my lungs. My arms are looped back around his neck as I lean my back against his front. We are facing the mirror together and the sight is breathtaking.

Jude focuses on stroking my clit with his broad thumb and I widen my stance, granting him greater access. My knees feel weak while he changes focus and teases my greedy nipples into tight peaks. I am so full of love for this man, our unborn baby, and Lila; I can't believe the turn my life has taken. It is like a dream, but every day Jude dedicates himself to proving to me his love and dedication are what I deserve. What we deserve as a family. My family.

Now that there's no danger of my past coming back to haunt any of us I sleep easier. You see, that sleaze Conner, caught a bullet when a jewel heist of a swanky jeweler went sideways two months ago. When the news broke I didn't know if I wanted to cry from relief or dance. Instead, I walked into my living room and kissed my man.

"Jude," I whimper, pushing back into him.

"I know, sweetheart, but that was before we knew you'd be knocked up before the wedding."

My laugh lengthens into a moan. "Don't act all innocent. You made it your mission to get me pregnant as quickly as possible."

He tugs at my nipple and chuckles. "Guilty as charged but you didn't seem to mind."

Fuck, my breasts are so sensitive with being pregnant I am on the brink of coming just with that. Add in him swirling the pad of his thumb over my clit, and I am dizzy with desire for my husband-to-be.

"I was just being polite."

"Lila asked for a baby brother or sister for her next birthday. I was just multitasking."

"We are going to be late for our wedding, Jude. Hurry, I need you."

"They can wait for us. There's plenty of drinks and food. I told the servers to keep them happy until we arrived."

"If you're not going to fuck my pussy, will you at least fuck my ass?" I grind out. I am so damn horny being pregnant.

"Since you asked so nicely." Jude kisses my neck then pulls something out of a drawer.

"A dildo?" My mouth hinges open a little making him chuckle.

I suck in a deep breath when he teases my slit with the fat head and eases it in. "Jude," I whine, torn between wanting his cock there and loving this new sensation.

I'm five months along and the doctor assured me that sexual activity won't harm the baby, but Jude doesn't believe him. So we've done a lot of oral and some ass play, but it's just not enough. But Jude refuses to make love to me.

"Oh, that's so good." My eyes close and I lean over the bathroom counter as much as my growing baby bump allows.

He pulls the dildo out until the head is perched at the entrance. "I think I found a workaround, baby. It's not as big as me which is the point and I still get to make you scream with pleasure."

I gasp when I feel the fat head of his shaft nudge my asshole, and I lean forward a little, granting him more access. He reaches for a tube of lube I didn't know we had and smears a healthy amount around my hole before easing himself in one thick inch at a time.

He grunts clamping a hand around my waist while easing in the rubber cock between my legs. I wiggle back against him, sucking them both in deeper. With the dildo clenched tightly within my velvety channel and my asshole full, I start to rock back and forth. The fullness of these two pushes me toward my orgasm faster.

Despite my dress, my heavy breasts jiggle as Jude works me until I'm so stretched I can barely breathe from the amount of pleasure spiraling through me.

I clench the ledge of the bathroom counter. "Are you going to come inside me?" I ask, feeling my cheeks burn at the mere thought of walking down the aisle claimed in every way by the man I love.

The day after he asked me to marry him Oliver had stopped by to congratulate me and Jude. He whisked Lila out for ice cream so Jude and I could have a moment alone. I learned a lot about my fiancé that day and just how similar our pasts are. Which, oddly enough, brought us closer together knowing we could be fully honest with one another.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Keep all my spilled cream a hot, dirty secret between us as you walk down the aisle."

"Oh, God, I'm so close," I moan, closing my eyes. The bathroom amplifies the sounds of my wetness, as I reach down and work my slit with the dildo in time with him sinking into my ass. This isn't our first time, with ass play, but it is with double penetration.

The palm of his hand makes contact with my ass drawing a low moan out of me. I am startled and deeply aroused. Jude hasn't spanked me since I told him I was pregnant and I'm instantly reminded how much I love the intoxicating combination of pleasure and pain.

"I'm so close." I bite down on my lower lip. "Please, faster, baby, I need you deeper and faster."

"I know you do, baby girl."

"Oooh, God." He sinks into me until I feel impossibly full with every inch of his fat cock. I feel so taken care of that holding off my orgasm seems the hardest thing to do.

Jude smacks my ass again. "Now, Peyton. Come for me, baby."

The heat of his hand on my cheeks, coupled with the feel of him deep inside me, sends me flying.

Behind me, Jude roars his release and I have a feeling he doesn't care who hears.

I push back, taking every last inch of him inside me. "That's it, fuck my cock. Milk me. Come for me so I can feed your ass all my milk."

His head is thrown back and I'm following him over the edge. My climax detonates, leaving me blown away by the power of our shared releases.

Panting wildly, our gazes meet in the mirror and I know I'm home. I'm with a man who loves me in every way possible and then some. He thrusts in and out in tiny movements, causing another ripple of pleasure to rip through me. I gasp, letting my eyes fall closed loving this moment, burning into my memory like I've done with the love I have for my one-time boss.

I've been rocked deep. Deeper than I ever thought possible for a man I should never have craved. But here we are. Starting our own family with more love than my heart can hold.

"Come on, baby." Jude cleans us up and helps me fix my dress all the while making sure I'm safe maneuvering around the bathroom.

"Let's go down so I can finally put my ring on your finger for everyone in the world to see how you've claimed me as yours."

I smile. "I like the sound of that, Mr. Hawkins." I rise to the tips of my toes. "I love you."

"I love you too," he whispers back, kissing me softly. "You're mine. Now and forever."

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