Epilogue

Kevin

I never thought I would find love again, not in the way I did, at least. It's been six years since my beloved Rochelle and I became an item, and four years since we've been married. I stand at my office window thinking about the last six years of my life; I never thought I could be this happy. There are days when I feel like I'm bursting with happiness. Whenever I come home and see our sweet little 2-year-old, Jason, running towards me, I always want to weep with gratitude. I believe I, more than anyone, have so many things to be grateful for—the love of a hot, incredibly beautiful woman, and the support of an amazing daughter. Amy has a fashion brand now and is getting married in three months. She visits almost every weekend and is obsessed with Jason, often babysitting while Rochelle works on her Master's degree.

There's a knock on my door and I step away from the window.

"Come in," I say, expecting one of my students.

Rochelle walks in wearing a brown trench coat and a huge smile. I immediately grab her and kiss her.

"What are you doing here?"

"I just thought I'd surprise my husband with a visit ... and a treat," she replies and steps back, removing her trench coat. She's wearing nothing apart from heels, a lacy black bra and matching thong. The sight of her beautiful body never ceases to set me on fire.She's certainly come a long way since those early days. Now, she loves nothing more than a bit of voyeuristic fucking.

"Do you have a class now … Sir?"

"I don't, but shouldn't you be in class, you naughty girl?"

She reaches inside my pants and caresses my hardness. She undoes my fly and pulls out my fully erect dick. Then, she kneels down and looks up at me with those big, beautiful blue eyes.

"I do," she replies. "But there's something I have to do first … Sir."

She places her tongue at the base of my cock and licks right up to the tip, never breaking eye contact. Then she takes all of me all in her pretty little mouth. She bobs her head back and forth until I'm right on the edge.

"Oh, sweet Jesus, Rochelle." I moan, holding her head as she sucks me hard. It takes everything in me to stop. I pull her up to standing then bend her over my desk, pulling her thong to one side.

"You know what naughty little girls get, don't you, if they don't get to class?" I whisper into her ear, and slapping her ass with the back of my hand, just the way she likes it. She whimpers and sways her hips in protest.

I grab my hard penis and thrust it deep inside of her. She attempts to stifle her groan, presumably so that no one walking past my office can hear, but fails miserably. I realize that the door is unlocked, but I'm almost at the point of no return. Fuck it I think, as I pound into her again and again, holding on to her hips, feeling the wetness of her all around me.

I reach down to find her clit, whilst fucking her from behind. I begin to relentlessly rub her clit whilst banging her. She tries to hold on tight to something on the desk, paperwork falling off around us, my desk lamp rattling with the motion of my hips moving backwards and forwards inside of her. Rochelle looks back at me, her cheeks red and her lips wet.

"Sir … please … don't stop. I'm … I'm coming!" she screams. Her legs start to shake and I feel my cock get even harder in response to her words and orgasm. My own orgasm explodes out of me now and inside of Rochelle.

"Fuck me, you're so amazing," I pant, as I try and catch my breath and turn Rochelle around to face me. She wraps her arms around me and kisses me tenderly.

Loving her, loving the way she melts in my arms, I pull her towards me, and we lay down on the couch.

"Seriously, though, do you have another class?" I ask, checking the time.

"Was this not my class, Sir? Don't tell me I walked into the wrong room again, Dr. McKnight. That's the third time this week!" We both burst into fits of laughter. I shut my eyes, relishing the beauty that has become my life.

~The End