Epilogue
brAYLIN
“ C olton, you have to stop,” I whispered in a groan.
My husband-to-be was on his knees with my white dress bunched up, the miles of fabric hiding him from me, but it didn’t stop me from feeling every stroke of his tongue across my clit.
Colton had promised me three months to plan our wedding. After listening to my mom throw a fit and argue that three months wasn’t long enough to plan a wedding, he changed the timeline to two months. Mom finally gave in when he wouldn’t budge and reluctantly agreed to the three months.
He also wasn’t wrong about the baby I was carrying. I had wanted to keep it a surprise, but somehow, the jerk figured it out almost as fast as I had. I hadn’t even thrown up around him to give it away, so I couldn’t figure out how he knew. Colton just smiled at me when I demanded he tell me how he could tell I was pregnant. He just smirked and said, “Sweetheart, I know every inch of your body.” As if that was somehow supposed to explain everything.
Just as my orgasm was about to hit, Colton sat back on his heels. I was about to hit him over the head with my bouquet when he stood to his feet and unzipped his slacks. He had his cock in his fist and at my entrance before I could sigh in relief.
“This is going to have to be fast, baby.”
Colton thrust inside, fully seating himself in one swift movement. We both let out twin groans as we relished in the feel of him filling me so completely. When he withdrew, I had to bite down on the palm of my hand to keep from screaming out as he began to pound inside of me ruthlessly. Every time he hit that spot deep inside me that had my toes curling in equal parts pain and pleasure, I got closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.
“I want you walking down the aisle with my come dripping down your legs,” he growled as he reached for my clit and pinched it between his fingers. The man may have been as innocent as me when we first started out, but he was a fast and gifted learner. The man knew every one of my buttons and pushed them in just the perfect order to make me go off like a rocket every single time.
With a muffled scream, I exploded into a million stars of brilliant light. I heard his grunt that I loved so much as he ground into me. I felt each pulse as he filled me to overflowing, and I was thankful I had so many layers of skirt to hide any embarrassing wet spots.
Once he pulled out and carefully tucked his still semi-hard cock back into his pants, he helped me stand up on my shaky legs. He smoothed my dress back into place, not even looking the least bit chagrined at the new wrinkles he’d added to the fabric.
As my mother knocked on the door, calling out that the ceremony was about to start without us, Colton lowered his head and took my lips in a gentle kiss. “Thank you for being my forever girl.”
When he lifted his head to smile down at me with his dimples popped out, I grinned up at him. “Thank you for being my dream come true.”