Epilogue
IRIS
ONE YEAR LATER
“You always gonna get on your knees for me, Mrs. Murphy?” I ask my wife. My wife. I never get tired of hearing that, or saying it. It’s been almost a year since I made Magnolia my wife, and I still feel the same excitement I felt the moment she first kissed me.
“You always gonna love me the way you do, Mr. Murphy?” she asks, looking up at me through my lashes. I bite my bottom lip, my control barely hanging by a thread.
“I love you more and more every single day, angel. I always have. I always will,” I tell her, holding her face in my hands so she can see the truth in my eyes.
She swirls her tongue around the tip of my cock and I lean against the counter in our kitchen.
My wife has a thing about blowjobs in the kitchen and I will absolutely never complain about her choice in scenery.
She traces each barbell with her tongue, the way she always does.
She knows it drives me wild every time. We’ve had months to learn anything and everything about each other, physically and emotionally.
I know she blushes a deep scarlet across her chest every time I kiss her collarbone.
She knows I can never resist the sexy little sundresses she wears, especially when she’s bare underneath.
Fuck, I love this woman more than life itself. I would do anything for her. Hell, I have done almost anything for her.
Aaron Montgomery’s body was found in his car a week after Magnolia was shot.
A detailed record of his numerous gambling debts was found in the car next to him, and the fingers on his left hand were missing.
I told him he would die for putting his hands on my woman, and I don’t regret a single thing I’ve done.
Magnolia sucks harder and my knees buckle. I catch myself before I fall, my head falling back in sheer ecstasy. Damn, this woman is so perfect. As much as I want her to keep her lips wrapped tightly around my cock, the need to be inside her is too great.
I pull her to her feet, lifting her up and gripping her amazing ass with both hands. She kisses me like I provide the only oxygen she’ll ever need. Her hands thread through my hair as I walk towards the kitchen table.
I lay her down on the table, her red hair spreading out around her head like a fiery crown. Fitting, as she is the queen of my world. Her yellow sundress is dotted with white flowers, making her look so deliciously innocent. I can’t wait to defile her.
My palms graze up her smooth thighs, taking her dress with them. My fingertips meet bare skin and I smirk.
“You’re such a good girl. Always so ready for me to take what’s mine, aren’t you, angel?” I say, kissing across her stomach. I pull the top of her dress down to expose her perfect, full breasts.
I draw one pierced nipple into my mouth and she groans.
She had her piercings done a few weeks after our wedding, and I’ve been obsessed with them ever since.
Her nails scrape across my scalp as she pulls my face ever closer to her body, and I don’t complain.
tasting every inch of her sweet skin is a dream I hope I never wake up from.
I angle the tip of my cock to rub against her clit the way she always begs me to, and she shivers.
My lips find hers, kissing her as I slide deep inside, one barbell at a time.
Picking up my pace, I thrust into her, losing all of my control in the feeling of my wife’s sweet pussy squeezing me so tightly.
The sound of the table scraping across the kitchen floor is strangely erotic as she writhes beneath me.
She claws at the edge of the table, her knuckles flashing white as she grips it tightly.
Her chest and neck flush red. She’s already so close to oblivion.
I pin her wrists to the table above her head and slam inside her, thrust after thrust until she’s screaming her release.
She comes hard on my cock, her orgasm washing over her in waves.
She claws at me with her free hand, her nails slicing into my shoulder as I feel the shock of my release jolt through my spine.
“Fuuuuuuck, angel. Every time is just as perfect as the first time. This sweet pussy takes my cum like she was made for me.” I tell her, kissing her temple as our hearts beat wildly. I pray I can fuck my wife on this table for decades to come.
As soon as I pull out of her, Magnolia laughs hysterically. Not the reaction I usually expect from her, but she does always keep me on my toes. She laughs so hard tears stream from the corners of her eyes as I admire her beauty, even though she looks insane right now.
“What’s so funny, baby?” I ask, walking to the sink to splash some cool water on my face.
I take in the scene in our kitchen, my perfect wife sprawled across the kitchen table, her dress bunched around her waist with the top pulled down so her tits spill out on display for me, my cum dripping from her pussy.
“I just love you. So damn much.” Magnolia replies, and I give her my trademark cocky smile.
Fuck, I love my life.
My cell rings from somewhere in the living room, and I curse whoever’s on the other side of the line.
How dare anyone interrupt this moment. As soon as the ringing stops, it starts up again.
Stalking down the hall, I snatch the phone from the table.
Helo’s name flashes across the screen and I can’t imagine why he’d be so desperate to get ahold of me.
“Hey, what’s up?” I ask, watching my wife adjust her clothes as she walks through the kitchen, down the hallway, and falls onto the couch beside me.
“I need you to look into something. Preferably without raising any suspicions,” Helo says.
“Ok, shoot. What am I looking for?” I ask, absentmindedly twisting one of Magnolia’s curls around my fingertip as she scrolls through her ereader.
“I think Willow may be in trouble. The kind of trouble your business usually specializes in. Can you see if there’s been any chatter? I honestly don’t know what there could be, but I’m worried, Iris.” He says, and I wonder what the single mom could really be hiding that’s all that bad.
“Yeah, I’ll look into it. I’ll let you know what I find, no matter how small.” I tell him and he thanks me before hanging up.
“Everything okay?” Magnolia asks.
“Not sure yet. Knowing our friends, probably not. But I guess we’ll see, angel.” I reply, kissing her head and wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “What I do know is you’re mine, Mrs. Murphy. Every piece of you.”
She nods, resting her head against my shoulder as she kisses my cheek. “All yours, honey. Yours to keep, Mr. Murphy.”