Epilogue

Six months later

It was the feel of a tongue running up and down my spine that roused me. I blinked lazily and stared at the window. The blinds were open enough the early-morning light was just barely peeking through and washing across the room in dusky hues of rose and orange.

I didn't move, didn't say anything, as I realized it wasn't actually the tongue on my back that woke me, but the two fingers slowly, lazily pumping inside my pussy.

"Spread wider for me, baby doll." His voice was husky, and it reminded me of the first time I was with him when he'd been drinking whiskey.

That first night together played through my mind. He sounded the same way. Eager. Needy for me, even while he was commanding.

I still said nothing, didn't move or obey. Anthony gave a low growl and slid his hand along my hip to grip my waist, squeezing gently before moving down to my knee. He curled his fingers around me and lifted my leg, draping it over his thigh as he continued to finger-fuck my pussy.

I was wet, the sloppy sounds of my arousal filling the room and mixing with his heavier breathing. But he didn't keep his fingers lodged in me for very long. Anthony pulled them out, and I could smell my pussy cream on the digits as he brought them to my face and smoothed the pads along my lips.

And still, I was silent and unmoving.

I knew he got off on this… playing with me while I pretended to sleep. Toying with my pliant body any way he saw fit.

"Does my baby girl want to play games?" It wasn't really a question, and certainly not one he wanted answered. "I've been dying to lick your asshole, to just run my tongue over that tight, perfect hole right before I fuck you."

I couldn't stop the moan when he moved down the bed, gripped my ass cheeks with his big palms, and spread them. He rolled me over onto my belly, slid one palm underneath me, pressing it right up against my belly, and popped my ass up.

And then he gripped my ass cheeks once more, knowing I'd stay exactly where he wanted me to, and proceeded to blow warm air across my asshole.

"Will you be Daddy's good girl and let me eat this ass before I fuck it?"

A moan slipped through my parted lips, muffled by the pillow beneath my face. His breath was warm, his tongue smooth as he licked each cheek, moving closer and closer until he was finally dragging that muscle across my puckered hole.

I'd never thought something could feel so good—a forbidden, almost taboo act that made my pussy wet and my inner muscles clench.

I wanted Anthony to fuck me so badly, to rub my clit as he pushed all those inches inside me, making me take his big, fat cock.

He was groaning behind me as he pulled back and spit on that tight hole, lubing it up just so he could drag his tongue back over it and then pushed inside.

The act felt so wrong, kind of dirty in the best way.

He ate out my ass like he was starved for me, like he loved the taste of my skin on his tongue, got off on the moans that were pulled from my lips.

With one last lap over my asshole, Anthony moved his tongue along the small of my back and up the length of my spine. He gripped my nape, pushing my head down, but angling it so I could still breathe. His other hand was now firmly placed flat on my belly, keeping my ass up.

I wanted him to fuck my ass so badly, praying he didn't make me wait, didn't make me beg. Anthony was off of me a second later, but I didn't move.

I was smart enough, eager enough, to keep my position while he grabbed the lube and squirted it all over that tight hole and presumably along his thick cock. And then I heard him toss the bottle aside before he notched the tip of him at my ass.

"That's it, sweetheart. Fuck, that's so it." He started to slowly push in. His palms on my cheeks kept me spread open as he gently pushed inch after inch into my tight hole.

The feeling was like being suffocated to the point I couldn't breathe, was clawing for oxygen. It hurt, but I was eager for the pain. I looked forward to feeling his balls pressed against my clit because he was buried all the way inside.

"Christ, baby doll. Your ass is so fucking tight and squeezing the goddamn life out of me." He slid his hands up to my waist and started using me to fuck himself. He'd push me off and pull me back on his long, thick rod.

I was out of breath, mindless and numb from the pleasure and pain I felt.

"You're going to make me come like I'm a fucking teenager, like I have no control over myself." He leaned in and bit my shoulder, his teeth digging into my flesh hard enough it hurt but didn't break the skin.

"I'm going to come, but not in your ass, darling. I'm going to pull out and spray my big load all over your gorgeous ass."

He started fucking me then, not hard or brutal, but thoroughly, as if he knew exactly the right spot to hit. As if he knew exactly how deep, fast, and hard to go to urge me toward the edge. He wedged his hand back between my body and the mattress. His masculine fingers found my clit and rubbed that little bundle until my pussy gushed and clenched for something substantial to fill it.

But I knew I wouldn't get fucked in that hole right now.

Anthony was going to take what he wanted, where he wanted it, and I was going to give it.

I knew what he wanted—my orgasm before he followed me over.

And the more he rubbed my clit, the quicker I came to the edge.

"Are you going to be Daddy's good girl and come for me?"

I moaned and mewled, unable to feign sleep. I wanted him to know how good he made me feel.

"I'll always be Daddy's girl," I moaned.

He smacked my ass. "Unless you're my little brat and going to make me slap your perfect ass and pussy." He bit my shoulder blade, then the side of my throat, knowing what to do when I needed just a little extra push to finally fall.

That's all I could take, because the pleasure and pain he gave me washed over me until he picked up on it and growled in my ear, "That's it. Give me that orgasm. Soak my hand like the beautiful little slut you are. My beautiful whore."

I came so hard stars blinded me; darkness threatened me. The orgasm stole the breath from me, made me claw at the sheets and grind myself on his hand, simultaneously grinding on his cock inside my ass. My pussy creamed all over the mattress, making a sloppy mess.

But I knew Anthony wanted me to be all sticky and needy for him. Just for him.

"My perfect girl. You're so beautiful." He slid his cock in and out of my ass, and as much as I knew he wanted to fuck me hardcore, he was being gentle and letting me ride the wave. "Fuck, you're the best I've ever had. You're so perfect. The best." He pushed in deep, then pulled out. He did this once more and then pulled out completely. I looked over my shoulder and watched as he grabbed his lubed-up cock and started jerking off.

"God, I've never felt anything as good as you, Pyper. You make me higher than a fucking kite, sweetheart."

My mouth parted as I watched his balls draw up, heard his grunting and groaning, and then we locked gazes as he got off.

He pointed his glossy cock at my ass, bared his teeth, and spurted his warm, white cum all over my cheeks and the small of my back. Creamy ropes of jizz that splattered over my skin, making my pussy clench once again.

When he shuddered and the last spurts of his spunk covered me, Anthony squeezed his cock from base to tip, pushing out another drop and then shaking the length to get the crown free of it.

When he smacked my ass, the wetness spattered along my ass even more, but he didn't rub his seed in like he had many times before. Instead, he gathered his cum with two fingers of his clean hand, flipped me over, and gripped my jaw, opening me up.

"Suck it off." He brought his jizz-covered fingers to my mouth and dripped what he gathered into my mouth before shoving them down over my tongue.

I drank him up. All of it. Sucking off every drop. He tasted salty and masculine and all mine.

"God, you're fucking gorgeous, my good girl who's a little slut only for me."

I sagged against the bed and exhaled. Anthony collapsed next to me, and together we just laid there.

Content.

Relaxed.

Like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

* * *

Anthony

I pulled Pyper in close,then angled her so she was draped over my chest.

God, being buried deep in her was like the first fucking time every time.

She was perfect for me.

Her body was warm and damp from the fucking, and I dragged my tongue over her throat, licking her salty, sweet sweat from her skin.

She slid her hand up my side and rested it by her face, right over my heart. I stared at her dainty hand and the big fucking diamond I put on her ring finger last month.

Hell, I'd wanted to marry her when she came into my office all those months ago, when she'd been on her knees, sucking my cock, and looking up at me with the prettiest fucking tearful eyes I'd ever seen.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you more."

She laughed softly, and I closed my eyes. I'd never get tired of hearing her tell me those three words. I'd always be eager and hungry for her, for more of what my girl could give me.

"I can't wait until you're mine."

"I'm already yours."

I smiled. "That you are. But I want it official. I want you to have my last name. I want to look at you and see my wife and the future mother of my babies." I felt her body tense, and it was like cold water had been poured all over me.

I gently pulled her back, but she wasn't looking at me. With a finger under her chin, I turned her head toward me. "Look at me, baby." It took her a second, but she obeyed. "What's going on?" This stone settled in my belly at what she would say, how she'd answer.

"You want babies with me?"

I felt my brows lower. "Well, yeah," I said, the "duh" implied in my tone. She stared at me with big eyes, surprised. "Fuck yeah, I do, sweetheart," I told her, my voice strong, emphatic.

Pyper looked away again, her cheeks pinkening. "That's good," she said almost too softly for me to hear. "Because it's going to happen sooner rather than later."

There was a heavy moment, where I was confused, like I was some dumb fuck who didn't know what the hell she was talking about. But then reality fell on me, when her meaning made sense.

Controlling myself as I gently pushed her back and sat up on the bed, I stared at her up and down. She was naked, her glorious body still having a slight sheen from sweat. I wanted to lick all of it off.

My gaze settled on her belly. She had womanly curves that drove me fucking wild, and the thought of my baby growing safely right there… right where I put my palm…. Her skin was warm, and my dick started to get hard. She noticed and cocked an eyebrow as she looked down at my thick cock.

"Really?" She chuckled softly and stared into my eyes.

"I don't know, baby doll. The very idea that I got you pregnant does something primal to me." I grabbed her hand and placed it on my shaft, letting her feel the length throb. She gave my dick a squeeze, and as much as I wanted to go for round two, I had other plans.

I was up and putting clothes on as she lay there and watched me, this little smirk on her face. "What the hell are you doing?" She pulled the sheet to her breasts, and I growled. With a sassy roll of her eyes, she pushed the sheet down to her belly.

"You know better than that."

She slowly smirked and kicked the sheet off, braced her legs on the mattress, and spread so I could stare at her pussy while I dressed.

"Gonna have to change the sheets, Anthony. Your cum was all over my ass and back and is now smeared all over the bed."

I grunted. "Good. I want anything you're around to smell like me, so in turn you smell like me." Her cheeks turned pink, and I knew she was getting turned on again. "As much as I want to fuck you again, we have plans."

It was her turn to look confused.

I grabbed her a dress, pretty and long, but purposefully didn't give her a bra.

"Where are we going?" she asked as she got up and started dressing.

I waited to respond until she was clothed, then I pulled her closer and kissed her forehead as I held her cheeks in both of my hands. "Next year, you're getting the biggest fucking wedding, sweetheart. It'll be the ceremony of the damn century." I pulled back and looked at her. "But right now, I need to make it official." I placed my hand on her belly, and she pulled back immediately, looking away sheepishly. "I don't want to get married just because I'm pregnant."

"The fuck, Pyper?" I lifted her hand and showed her the ring. "I proposed before I knew you were pregnant."

"I don't want to rush into it if it's not what you want."

Oh… my sweet girl."Look at me." I waited until she did. "I wanted to make you my wife that first night I met you. I knew there was no other woman that would ever make me feel the way you did."

I saw her eyes water, and when a lone tear slipped out the corner, I leaned in and licked it off her cheek.

"I've never been so… soft?—"

She chuckled, and I mock growled.

"What's so funny, baby doll?"

"It's funny that you think you need to tell me how sweet you are with me." She rose on her toes and kissed me. "But only with me."

I gripped the back of her hair and growled, deepening the kiss. "That's right. I'm only sweet with you." With everyone else, I was a motherfucker. Cold-hearted. A bastard. Someone you didn't fuck with.

"But if you want to wait to make this official until the wedding next year, I'll do whatever you want. You hold the power." I nipped her bottom lip. "Just not in the bedroom."

She laughed softly but moaned when I dragged my tongue over her lips. A moment of silence passed before she sank against me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pressed her mouth to my ear.

"Make me Mrs. Blackwell."

I lifted her into my arms, loving how she squealed, and strode out of our home.

And you better fucking believe I did exactly what she wanted.