Epilogue

JoeJoe

The place is packed when I pull up. Every spot in the big lot is taken. I pull around back to my permanent parking space marked with a sign that says Property of RiffRaff, matching what's printed on the leather jacket I'm wearing. The one Riff demanded I wear tonight so our guests know exactly who I belong to. He doesn't think the ring on my finger is enough to deter them. And not that he doesn't trust me, but he doesn't want me having to bat men away all night.

I can't help but smile at the thought. His possessiveness makes me horny as hell, and now I'm ready for a taste of him. I head inside, on a mission for my man. The place is wall to wall packed. Men I don't recognize, along with a whole bunch of girls I've never seen before are all lingering about. Dancing and drinking, some getting very well acquainted.

It takes me a moment to weed through the crowd, but then I spot Riff on the other side of the room, caught up in conversation with a very pretty girl, one who could rival any runway model. Thankfully, that nasty little feeling called jealousy doesn't even rear its ugly head. I drink up the sight of my husband, who's looking so damn sexy in a tight Henley and low riding jeans, with his biker boots topping off the sexy sight. Mmm… I don't think I can wait until later to get that taste.

I start walking in his direction, and the moment he notices me coming, the girl in front of him is forgotten. His eyes take me in from head to toe, and I know he likes what he sees. I decided to go with my cowgirl boots and a skirt tonight, along with a strapless top and the leather. Riff loves when I wear skirts because then he can grip onto my bare ass and fondle me with his fingers all night long. And man, am I thankful I wore the thing because I need his big hands on me now.

I reach out and grip his shirt, pulling him down to my lips. He groans against my mouth and then gives me the kind of kiss that sends tingles all the way up from my toes into every nerve ending of my body. I pull back and take his hand, leading him through the crowd to the side of the room. When we get to my destination, I push him down onto the leather couch, taking a long look at my sexy husband before I drop to my knees between his legs.

"Baby," he groans as I reach for his zipper. I'm just thankful he's not putting a stop to this. The way he's so possessive and protective, I'd figured he'd be yanking me up and taking us to our room by now. But he isn't, and I'm glad he's not because I've wanted to do this for a long time. Ever since the day Mandy was between his legs and I was on Shiv's lap. Now, I finally get to turn that fantasy into a reality.

"I'm so hungry, Riff. I've been craving this all afternoon." I reach inside his pants and feel how stiff he is for me.

"Damn, babe." His head falls back on a groan as his hips jerk up to my touch. "My naughty little girl wants to give everyone a show, huh? Show all the men in here how well you take your feeding?"

I nod eagerly and pull him through the slit of his jeans. The sight of his thick cock has me squeezing my thighs together. It's already dripping for me, dribbling out drops of seed for me to lick clean. I lean forward and swirl my tongue over his crown, savoring the flavor and the way his hands grip into my hair, tightening as the pleasure takes hold.

My lips open and I watch his face as I slide down his shaft, taking him all the way to the back of my throat. His low rumble can be heard over the crowd, and I'm guessing we've now gathered an audience, but the only one I'm paying attention to is Riff. I start pumping up and down, taking him faster. Deeper. And he's close. I can feel his shaft tightening, his body clenching, so I open my throat and take my fucking like a good girl.

His entire body starts to shake as his orgasm washes in, and I hold on for the ride, making sure to suck down every drop of cum he gives me. His grip is tight on my head. His dick spasming in the back of my throat. His grunts louder than the chatter in the room. And God, it's so hot. My body is on fire and my pussy is aching and ready.

As soon as his body grows slack, I release him and give him one last thorough lick of my tongue before sitting back. His eyes slowly open and the grin that forms on his face has my stomach fluttering. "God, you're so good at that." I smile at his praise, which he gives me every time I suck him off.

"He better stay hard for me," I tease, as I raise from the ground and climb up onto his lap.

"Have you ever heard of knocking?" My sister's irritated shout has me whipping my head around. She's stomping down the hall, coming from her room, and looks absolutely fit to be tied. I wonder what pissed her off so badly, but when I see the man hot on her tail, I know exactly what her problem is.

"You ever heard of fucking a real dick?" Trigger snarls from behind her. I'm guessing he might've just walked in on my sister and her battery operated boyfriend.

Nicky stomps through the room, storming out the front door, and Trigger follows right after her.

"Do you need to go after her, babe?" Riff's question has my attention returning back to him.

I shake my head. "No, I'm going to let Trig handle this one." I happen to agree with him on the matter. My sister needs to have a real dick in her life. And I hope he convinces her of the fact. Speaking of. I raise my hips and sink down on my own very hard, very thick dick which makes me feel so good I can't fathom the thought of never having it. No toy could ever compare to the real thing. My sister just has no idea. But hopefully soon, she will.

"Damn, baby, you're so wet."

I lean down to his ear. "That's because I was thinking about you the entire time I was away this afternoon. I was thinking of exactly what I want you to do to me on the new countertops." I slide myself up slowly and then plunge back down, eliciting one of his sexy groans as he hits the top of my womb. "I was thinking of exactly how I'd serve you your breakfast."

I repeat my sweet torture and watch as the pleasure constricts his gorgeous features. "I was thinking that as soon as the house gets finished, I'll go off the pill, and we can start trying for a baby."

The moment the words leave my mouth, his hands tighten on my hips and he drives into me hard and fast. It thrills me how much he likes the idea. Riff isn't just committed, he's ready for all of it. Coaching t-ball, teaching our kiddos how to ride a bike, escorting his little girl to the father-daughter dances. It's the most heartwarming thing to listen to him talk about all his hopes and dreams for our family.

"Hell yeah, baby." He reaches under my leather jacket and yanks down my top, freeing my bare tits. "I can't wait till these babies are full of milk and leaking at these sexy little tips." His big palms squeeze me in their grip, and my pussy drenches him. "I can't wait until they cream in my mouth as I suck on them."

He leans up and suckles at my nipple, and I'm about to come undone. My head drops back as the pleasure weighs in. I grind down harder, trying to grab ahold of it, and feel his cock stretching and stroking every single sensitive spot inside me. He reaches around and lifts my skirt in the back, gripping my ass cheeks, and now I'm on full display for anyone in the room to see.

I can tell he's caught up in the moment and probably isn't thinking of the fact, so I reach back and pull the material back down, but he stops me.

"No, babe." His hands shove my skirt up higher. "I want them to fucking see. I want them to see how damn sexy you are. I want them to see how good you ride my cock, and how your sexy little ass likes to have my finger tucked inside it as you come. I want them to know who you belong to and to be jealous of what they'll never have. You're mine, baby, and I'm not worried about showing you off to the world. All they will ever get is one really hot show."

His trust snaps the cord and takes me right into the heat. And although we may be in a room full of people, it feels like it's just the two of us. All I feel is his love drowning me in intense pleasure. All I see is the man who owns my heart. The man who will forever know that he is loved unconditionally. The man who has already proven that history won't be rewritten.

We both may have come together haunted by our demons, but in the end, they didn't win. We did.