Epilogue 2
Lily
H ow did I live without this gorgeous man for the past two weeks?
I wasn’t twiddling my thumbs while my fiancé was away. I’m still adjusting to life in LA, but I missed him so much, you’d think he’d been gone for a year.
After Corsica, Gage and I flew to the Hamptons to announce all the big changes in my life. On the flight over, Gage told me he was only there for support. It was important my father heard it from me.
I summoned my lady balls.
Seeing Fisher Edgington’s crestfallen expression when I called him out on his bullshit about Gage’s sister was a victory.
Watching his mouth gape in shock and his gray eyes take over his face when I announced I was pregnant with Gage’s child was so comical, I had to suppress a smile. My half-brothers were equally stunned.
By the time I told my father I was moving in with Gage in LA, the wind had left him. The cherry on the sundae was when I put my foot down––he either treats me with respect and stops manipulating me like I’m a puppet, or he can cut me out of his life.
We didn’t talk for over a month. I was fully ready for him to turn his back on me and disown me.
Two months after that showdown in the Hamptons, he flew to LA––not on a business trip––but to see me. Between my frank talk at the restaurant and in the Hamptons, my father woke up to the fact I was a grown woman.
It’s about fucking time.
When I told him I had been accepted at a top school, and I was pursuing a jewelry design degree, he didn’t mock me.
Baby steps…
Gage challenged me to go after what I want in life. So, I did.
I’m a self-taught jewelry designer. If I want to make my dream a reality and honor Mom’s memory, I need formal training.
Between school, the sisterhood, my new friends, and living with the man I love more than anything in the world, moving to LA was the best decision.
“You want my big cock to fill your cunt?”
My lips part in a slow smile. “Yes. Yes, I do.”
Sex on legs Gage Hollingsworth…
The man in a suit? Be still my beating heart.
The man dressed like a blue-collar hunk? Be still my pulsating ovaries.
Dressed up or dressed down, he exudes badassness and power.
He toys with my braid. “You’re going to pay for taunting me, Mrs. Robinson.”
The expression on his handsome face causes my clit to tingle.
It’s dark, primal, and feral .
He moves so fast, I don’t have time to blink.
He grabs me, turns me around in his arms, presses a large hand between my shoulder blades, and leans me over the countertop of the kitchen island.
I let out a long satisfying exhale when he presses his chest against my back and his massive erection rubs against my ass.
Heaven.
And there’s the subtle woodsy notes of his cologne.
Masculine.
Refined.
Expensive.
The scent is heady as fuck and it drives me insane with need. More than his closeness and the bulge between his legs, that more than anything, is my demise.
“You’re a fucking tease, Mrs. Robinson.”
The coolness of the granite countertop should dampen the five-alarm fire burning inside me, but it doesn’t. I’m this close from combusting.
I pant. “I deserve to be punished.”
“Yes, you do. And I’m going to enjoy punishing you. And I’m going to relish every fucking second of it.”
“Yes. Please.”
“No wonder you refuse to pay me. Did you use the money you owe me to buy the cock-hardening lingerie you’re wearing?” He grinds his cock against my ass. “Feel that? It’s all your damn fault.”
“I’m such a bad girl.”
He yanks up the hem of my chemise and lets the cool air of the room caress my ass. He’s breathing heavy in my ear as his finger traces the outline of my G-string.
I moan when he slides a finger under the edge of my panties and explores my needy pussy.
“Are you this soaking wet for your husband? ”
“No. Only for you.”
“That’s because he doesn’t know how to fuck a woman like you. He’s prim and proper in bed, but you like it dirty.”
“I do. I really do.”
He bites my earlobe as he shoves my panties to the side.
The hissing sound of his zipper coming down followed by the swishing sound of his jeans makes me wetter than I am.
I moan when the demanding thickness of his cock wedges between my pussy lips.
Yes…
He’s still dressed—which makes this naughty escapade even raunchier—but his shirt rides up, allowing the hard flex of his abs and hips to rub against my ass.
“You want it rough?”
“Yes. Don’t hold back.”
These days, he’s not as unrepentant with me as he was at the beginning. My baby bump might have softened his alpha edge, but it hasn’t dulled it fully. It’s plenty dirty between us.
Rip.
It’s like my words unleashed the beast inside him.
Without preamble or a warning, he tears off my panties.
Good God.
He snakes an arm around my waist. “Spread them wide for me.” He leaves me no choice in the matter. He gives my foot a vicious kick with his own.
I whimper as I wobble a bit in my high-heeled slippers.
He firms his grip on me.
“Wider.” He kicks my foot again.
I’m spread so wide, the theme night should be hard ass cop and thief . I’m about to get frisked. Not that I’d object.
“You okay, Mrs. Robinson?”
“I am. It’s been so long.”
“Don’t worry. You’re going to get my cock soon enough. ”
He slides a finger between my wet pussy lips, skating through my slickness before he penetrates me in an unhurried slide.
“That feels so good.”
He pumps in and out of me in a languorous motion.
I hiss, which earns me a second finger.
A pleading grunt drops from my lips.
He growls.
He focuses on the textured spot inside me that sends a flurry of electric sensations throughout my body all at once.
I’m so wet, it’s embarrassing.
He withdraws his hand.
I whimper in protest.
With my face still pressed against the countertop, I catch a glimpse of him sliding his fingers inside his mouth and sucking them clean.
“From the heady scent of your cunt and by how dripping wet you are, I’d say your husband has been neglecting you, Mrs. Robinson.” His green eyes are dark when he says that.
“That’s why I need your cock so badly, Sawyer. Please fuck me.”
“You beg so beautifully.”
Thump.
Gage drops his heavy cock onto the top of my ass.
“Oh, fuck. Your cock is bigger than I remember.”
“I shouldn’t be this turned on by you, Mrs. Robinson, but I want you so damn much. I’m powerless around you. You make me weak.”
The searing heat of his tip flirts with my entrance.
I bite against my lower lip as he skates the head of his cock over my pussy lips, making me wet and ready for his invasion. He angles his wide crown and nudges my pussy, teasing me.
I moan .
Like a warrior on a mission, he invades.
His thick girth spreads my pussy.
My breath stutters and my fingers curl against the countertop.
He’s unrepentant, driving in and out of me, tunneling through my slick pussy with force.
His cock fills a void that made me ache for two weeks that felt like a century.
He pulls out, leaving the crown nestled inside me, and with hands on my hips and a low growl, he thrusts balls deep.
If it wasn’t for his hands holding me, I’d fall off my high heels.
“I bet you don’t have to struggle with your husband.”
I love that he keeps the game going.
“No. I don’t. You’re so, so much better than him and you’re so much bigger. You make me come. He’s never been able to, not even when I guide him.”
“Your cunt was made for my cock. Not your asshole husband.”
“It was. It really was.”
“Does he know you’re carrying my child?”
“How did you know?”
“I had my suspicions. If you were pregnant with his child, you wouldn’t want me inside you bareback and you wouldn’t want me to caress your belly after I fuck you senseless.”
A hand brushes over my belly.
I turn my head so I can catch his gaze.
He winks.
Fuck, I love this man.
“You’re so smart, Sawyer. This baby is our little secret. I’ve made excuses not to be with my husband for the past six months since the first time you came to fix my pipes. He thinks we had sex when he was too drunk to remember.”
“Fool.”
He pumps in and out of me fast and furious.
I can’t imagine how debauched I look, my face pressed against the countertop, my pussy stretched by his huge cock, him fully dressed, fucking me from behind.
Gage slows his tempo.
“I need you anchored down for what I have in store for you, Mrs. Robinson.” He nudges my feet back together with him still inside, and lifts my hips up. “Much better.”
The height difference is—and will remain—an issue for us. Even with my high heels.
“I’m about to prove to you how much I own your pussy, your body, and every fucking part of you.”
And he proves it without a shadow of a doubt.
He thrusts inside me with force.
Each time he pulls out his cock to the tip, it sends a flurry of thrills up my spine, and each shove back inside my aching pussy is a gift. He’s so deep, I swear his long cock is lodged somewhere in my chest.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You. Own. Me.” My words come out in staccato, matching each one of his thrusts.
“Damn right.”
His fingers find my clit.
I arch and twist under his sweet assault.
I’m wild. Unleashed, even.
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
Oh, fuck.
The sparkling pain heightens the pleasure.
I let out a shrieking gasp when his hand pulls down the top part of my chemise, causing my naked breasts to spill from the cups. As he keeps pumping in and out of me, they dangle. He gropes one breast with his strong hand.
“Fuck. Your tits are much bigger than they were the last time I fucked you.” He presses his front against my back and snags my earlobe with his teeth. “Get there, Mrs. Robinson. You need to come because I won’t last much longer. Unlike your good-for-nothing husband, I always make you come first.”
I’m turned on beyond reason.
I open my mouth to respond, but he squeezes my nipples hard.
A choking sound leaves my lips.
I grind my face against the cold surface of the countertop, in the hopes of containing the volcano threatening to erupt. It’s pointless.
I’m on fire, and there’s only one way out for me.