Epilogue
SIA
Dose was spreading my ass wide enough for me to feel the crack of my ass stinging.
I'm sure that getting in the shower after this, I'd regret letting him have his way with me.
This was all we'd been doing—fucking and sucking on each other like crazy.
We were stuck on each other like glue, and with every chance he got, he made sure to slide inside me as if he couldn't live without it.
I was bent over the balcony of his apartment complex.
I'd stepped outside because he lit the firepit and we had dinner out here.
I was cleaning up after us, grabbing our plates to bring them inside, when I felt his hand slither over my ass and he inserted his finger in my ass and started to finger fuck me.
Now, my mouth was hung open and my nipples were exposed, pressing against the wood railing, and the night wind wafted over my ass as he replaced his finger with his tongue, gliding it in and out of my stretched asshole.
For dual pleasure, he was finger fucking my asshole while eating my pussy, and that was driving me crazy.
"I can't cum anymore, Dose, stop," I whined as he tugged my clit between his lips, making my legs shake. Between us, there was so much cum. It damn near looked like I'd pissed on myself.
"I know what this pussy can do, love," he muttered, his deep baritone vibrating against my pussy.
He was about to dive back in with his tongue first, before I shoved him, turned around, and clenched my thighs shut.
"You tappin' out," he grinned, with cum smeared all over his face and through the hairs of his beard.
"I need to shower and go to bed. I have a big day ahead of me. Don't follow me either. Take a shower in the guest room," I warned him as I straightened up my dress to cover my breasts.
He was eye fucking me, not listening to me at all, and I knew that look, so the best thing for me to do was get out of his sight quick and fast before he made another attempt to eat my ass.
"How fast can you run?" He dared me with a smirk.
"Dose," I cackled, already getting a head start as I ran toward his bedroom.
A cool waft of air rushed past my face, making me look over my shoulder to see him heavy on my heels, making me speed up a little bit more.
But I was no match against his long legs because he caught up to me as I entered his bedroom and pulled me toward his bed, held my arms over my head, and got on top of me and started kissing and licking my neck.
"I can't get enough of you, love."
"You got me sprung," I giggled because his beard tickled my neck just a tad, but it was replaced by a low moan when he started sucking on my hot spot.
"You been had me sprung. I was just waiting for you to catch on."
His lips trailed over my chin, where he licked and sucked on it too, then he kissed my lips.
My tongue poked out of my mouth, giving him something to suck on.
Our tongues danced and we both released low moans of passion.
Then my phone rang, stealing this moment away from us. I broke free from his kiss.
"Go see who that is."
Dose sucked his teeth and released a deep sigh as he glanced behind him at the dresser to reach for my phone.
"Mane, it ain't nobody but Nya's nosy ass," he spat and declined the call.
"Why you do that? She's gonna call again. You know that."
"Put that motherfucka on DND. It's my turn with you."
For a while, we'd been on the low. The world knew we did porn together now, but we wanted to keep it a secret that we were sneaking off.
No one deserved to know that about us, not even Nya, who kept trying to beat it out of me.
I refused to tell her anything because according to Dose and me, we weren't serious, but I was really feeling him, just like I knew he was feeling me.
But I was still on the branch of keeping my heart protected from getting hurt by him potentially, and he was okay with that.
Playing the game, I don't think he was ready to turn his player card in. It wasn't like I was forcing him, and though we were both a little old to be playing the role of fuck buddies, we had an understanding that worked for us.
During our course of "fucking around," Dose pushed me to get back into catering. My nerves were wrecked at the thought, but he gave me ideas to go live and talk with people just to get steady engagement. I wasn't expecting the turnout to be big, but it embarked another journey for me to ride on.
The Dose Effect was never just about attraction or chemistry.
It was the way he saw me when I struggled to see myself.
It was the way he gave me my flowers while I was still here to smell them, reminding me of my worth on the days I forgot.
It was in the conversations that lingered long after they ended, the way he spoke life into my dreams, my fears, and even the parts of me I tried to hide from the world.
He had a way of making me laugh when life felt too heavy, pulling smiles out of me I didn't even know I had left.
He softened the jagged edges of my heart with patience, understanding, and consistency.
Instead of trying to change me, he nurtured me.
He watered me with knowledge, challenged me to think bigger, and encouraged me to become the woman I was always meant to be.
What made it different was that it never felt performative.
There were no masks, no temporary versions of himself designed to impress me.
Day after day, he showed up as the same man I met from the very beginning—kind, intentional, protective, and genuine.
In a world full of people who switch up once they're comfortable, he remained steady.
The Dose Effect wasn't something I could touch or hold.
It was the feeling of being valued, understood, and cared for.
It was knowing someone could make my heart feel safe while still inspiring me to grow.
It was the way he loved me through my imperfections, celebrated my victories like they were his own, and never stopped reminding me that I was deserving of every good thing life had to offer.
And somewhere along the way, without even realizing it, he became the calm in my chaos and the home my heart had been searching for all along.