“So fucking sexy when you’re horny and happy, huh, sweet Miss. Winters?”
“You make me crazy, I just want you inside of me.”
“Hm, your wish is always my command, beautiful.” I didn’t hesitate, pushing the tip of my throbbing cock past her entrance and seating myself in her fully. Her nails bit into my arms, and we thrust together, seeking the relief of the pressure caused by each other, ready to combust with all that damn happiness floating between us.
“I can’t hold it long, I…I’m going to come, Elliot.” She was already shaking around my dick, and I slowed my thrusts to try to control her release. I wasn’t ready yet, not yet, I wanted us to come together tonight.
“So sensitive, I can feel your pussy fluttering like a butterfly around my shaft,” I grunted at her ear, slipping a fingertip between us and swirling at the button of her clit as I sucked her left ring finger into my mouth all the way to the shiny diamond I’d just placed there.
Mine, I thought.
Finally, I’d found the woman of my dreams, the woman I’d spend the next million forevers keeping that blissful look on her face.
“I love you,” I sucked and pulled at her delicate finger as my release finally spun out of control and coated her in jets of my seed. “I love you so much. Your light pales in comparison to sunshine.” I kissed her neck, fucking her softly and slowly as we both came down from our orgasms. “You bring all the rainbows to my life, Miss. Winters. I’m so damn glad you stole my booth the first day we met.”
“Shephard!” She squealed, attempting to swat my shoulder before I caught her wrist mid strike and peppered it with kisses, sinking my lips back up to the new ring on her left ring finger again. “Watch yourself, I won’t have you spreading lies to our future children about the day we met.”
“Mm,” I hummed around her finger and felt her pussy shiver around my still half-hard cock, lodged right at home inside of her where he belonged. “Whatever makes you happy and horny, baby,” I teased, nipping at the tip of her finger, “my job here is done.”
Epilogue
Reese – five years later
“You know, that is your third cup,” Elliot said, wrapping one arm around me while his sneaky hand took my mug away.
“Hey, I need that,” I squealed, on my tippy toes trying to take my drink back. He just laughed, holding it out of my reach. “You’re being ridiculous. I’m allowed to drink that.”
“From everything I’ve read, it’s apparently bad for the baby,” He said, his face in a serious frown. I couldn’t help smiling at my big, bad man acting so overbearing. From the moment we found out I was pregnant, he treated me like a china doll, scared that one false move would cause me to break. It was incredibly sweet and massively annoying.
“Elliot, I love you. I love you more than all reason, but if you don’t give me my coffee back, I am going to leave you,” I said, stomping my foot on the ground like an annoyed child. Elliot bent over and kissed the tip of my nose, smirking at me. All that did was just annoy me even more.
“You’d never leave me, and even if you tried, I would chase you until the end of the earth. Because, baby, I didn’t have a life until I saw your beautiful ass sitting in my booth.”
“How do you do that?”
“Do what?” Elliot asked, pulling me closer to his side.
“Make me forget how incredibly annoying you are,” I said, right before Elliot let out a roar of laughter.
“It’s because of my charming good looks,” he said, winking at me just as his lips met mine. No matter how many times Elliot kissed me, I still felt like it was the first time.
“Ewwww. Is there ever a time when you two aren’t kissing?” Bobby said from inside the back door. Elliot and I both turned to look at him, our son. Our handsome, happy, healthy, brilliant son.
“Hey, buddy. You ready to get going?” I asked, walking over to him and fixing his tie. I couldn’t help laughing at how it was crooked and the back side of the tie dangling longer than the front. I pulled the tie off of his neck, and proceeded to fix it.
“I think your dad needs to show you how to tie one of these properly.”
“Why? It’s not like I have to wear this normally.” Bobby asked.
“The boy’s got a point,” Elliot said, ruffling the hair on our son’s head. I threw my hands up in the air with exasperation.
“I can’t wait until the twins are born. It’s going to be nice for the females to outnumber you two.”
Bobby and Elliot laughed, tossing their heads back and making sure the sound was louder than it needed to be.