Epilogue
Willa
Five Months Later
I walk out of the bathroom wearing only a T-shirt, and Dean’s attention is immediately on my bare legs. My hair is still drying, but he looks at me like there’s nothing better he could be looking at.
So I pause, leaning against the doorway to take in his smile. “Can I help you with something?”
“I can think of a few things.” He leans back in his chair, closing his computer and setting it aside.
We’ve spent a good amount of time in questionable motel rooms these past few months as we’ve traveled around the country.
Between seeing every state—and standing in every ocean—Dean has stopped in clubs from New York to Portland, checking in and helping out when needed.
But when we made it to Los Angeles last night, he decided to spoil me, booking a room at the city’s nicest hotel to celebrate the end of our trip.
Hotel staff eyed his cut at first but stopped caring when he handed them a credit card with no limit.
“Soul is going to give you so much shit for not telling him that we’re coming home tomorrow.”
Dean grins. “Good. That’s what he gets for bailing on the trip to Reno. He never misses out on the chance to party with Reaper.”
“You still think something’s going on with him?”
“Guess we’ll find out soon.” Dean shrugs.
“How wild is tomorrow night’s ceremony going to be?”
“No worse than the patching-in party you witnessed when we were in Virginia.”
I hitch an eyebrow. “So complete madness?”
He laughs. “You’ll see tomorrow night. But tonight, I don’t want to think about my brothers.”
“Oh yeah?” I lift off the doorframe. “Is there something else you’d rather think about?”
My fingers find the hem of the T-shirt, and I strip it off in one swoop, wearing absolutely nothing underneath.
There’s still nothing like the reaction I get every time I surprise Dean.
It doesn’t even have to be something big.
It can be as simple as stripping bare before he gets the chance to tell me to do it.
It genuinely feels like he can’t get enough of me.
I take a step forward, and he shakes his head once. “Did I say you could walk over here, Willa?”
“No.” I pull my lower lip between my teeth, shifting on my feet.
He scans my body slowly, drinking me in as he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Look at you standing there like a perfect little slut, trying to tease me.”
There’s something about the way Dean makes me feel absolutely degraded that has my entire body prickling. I love it.
“Do you enjoy teasing your husband, Willa?” he asks, eyes narrowing. “Do you like being your husband’s perfect whore?”
“Yes.” The word croaks out.
“Let’s see it then.” He leans back in his chair, knees wide as he relaxes casually. “Get on your hands and knees and crawl for me.”
I slowly sink to my knees on the plush carpet, and he watches my every move, not taking his eyes off me. But when I lean forward and get on all fours, his throat bobs. His cock presses against his jeans, telling me he clearly enjoys what I’m doing.
Slowly inching forward, I crawl toward him. And when I reach his feet, I wait for him to eye his lap before crawling up into it. But when I try to lower, to get a little pressure—a little relief—he stops me.
Dean holds my hips inches above him, grinning at me darkly.
“Bad girls don’t get to come until they’ve earned it. Let me see you work for my cock, princess.”
He releases his hands, resting them on the chair’s arms. He’s on edge as much as I am. The vein in his neck is popping, and his knuckles are nearly white with how hard he’s gripping the chair. But he doesn’t move. He stays in control, waiting for me to do what he’s asked.
And because I love being my husband’s plaything, that’s exactly what I do.
I plant my knees on either side of his legs in the chair, and I lift my tits to his face.
My fingers grip the back of his chair as I slowly tease my nipples on his chin, his mouth.
I roll my neck, letting my dark hair wave out behind me as I arch against him.
Dean growls, and it sets me off. I circle my hips, slowly sinking back.
But this time, it’s not for me; it’s for him.
I rub my ass over his hard cock and tease him with my body, doing everything I can to finally break him.
With his eyes on me, I kick one leg up and hook it on his shoulder so my pussy is spread before him.
His teeth clench as he watches my hips move in a slow circle in front of his face. My fingers dig into his thighs to keep my balance.
When I move to lower my leg, he stops me, grabbing the back of my thigh and pulling me to his mouth.
“Fuck,” I mumble when his tongue drags over me.
He grins. “What do you want, Willa?”
My nails dig in harder as he drags his tongue over me again, watching me the entire time. “I want you to fuck me.”
“How?”
“Any way you want.” It’s the truth.
I need him however I can have him. I need him in every way. I’ve never been desperate for anyone’s touch until Dean. And now that I’ve felt what it is like to be consumed by someone, I can’t get enough.
Dean lowers my leg, wrapping it around his hips as he lifts me in his arms and carries me across the room. Until he’s setting me on the bed so he can strip off his clothes. Then there’s nothing between us. No sound but us breathing. His wild eyes locked on me.
“Any way I want?”
I nod, nervous and excited at the same time.
“Then I’m taking your ass tonight, princess. So get on your knees and get me ready.” He watches as I slide to the floor in front of him and wrap my hand around his cock.
He’s so thick and large, but we’ve been working up to this. I want him to claim every part of me. I want to hand myself over to my husband in every way.
My lips sink over his cock, and he groans. Dean’s fingers dig into my hair as he pushes me farther down his shaft. His cock hits the back of my throat, and I gag, spit dripping from my mouth and soaking him.
“There you go.” He guides me up and down his length. “Get it nice and wet so I can fuck my wife’s ass.”
I suction my lips, excitement pooling between my legs every time he forces me to take him deeper. Until he pulls me off and lifts me onto the bed.
“Spread wide, princess.” He kneels between my legs, dragging his hand over his wet cock.
He pushes into my pussy just enough to tease me, coating himself in me, and then he’s lowering to my tight hole.
“Breathe for me,” he coaxes, pushing.
But it’s more pressure than his fingers or any toy. It’s more intense than anything I’ve felt. He breaches, pushing past a barrier. A tight ring of pain has me gripping the sheets until he works past it, slowly driving deeper until he’s fully seated.
Dean rolls his thumb over my clit, bracing himself over me with his other hand. “Are you okay?”
As rough as he is, he can’t help worrying when it comes to me. He takes care of me like I’m the most important person in his world.
I nod, swallowing thickly. “I’m okay.”
He rocks his hips slowly. Working me into a steady haze. His eyes don’t leave mine as the movements turn from pain to pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He rolls his thumb over my clit, and sweat coats my body from the intensity of the different sensations. “Such a good wife taking her husband’s cock in her ass. Look at us.”
I glance down at the same time he does, seeing him claiming me. And he thrusts with a little more force.
“Your body was made for my cock.”
“Yes,” I moan, tipping my head back.
Dean lies over me, and I grind against his pelvis as he continues to fuck me. We find a steady, slow rhythm, unlike anything I’ve ever felt. I might be floating outside of my body. I can hardly handle it.
“That’s it, let me feel you come.” He reaches between us, shoving a finger into my pussy as I begin to shake.
It’s all too much. It’s everything. I feel him everywhere.
I come, shaking beneath him, and the sight of it pulls him over, because he deepens his strokes until he’s releasing inside me as well.
He fucks me until we’re a mess. Sweaty, pressed together.
Dean braces his elbows on either side of my head. “You feel so good.”
“So do you.” I smile, brushing a kiss on his lips.
“I love when you let me play with you.” He grins. “But now, I want to take you in the shower and kiss the fuck out of you for the rest of the night.”
I smile as he pulls out and picks me up. And that’s what he does. He kisses me all night long.