Epilogue One
THORNE
“Fuck yes.” I throw my head back and release a long moan, relieving a little of the tension. “You’ve got a mouth on you, girl, and I’m the luckiest fuck alive to have it on me.”
It’s not just her mouth, either, although she’s got skills that would bring the strongest man to his knees.
No, it’s also her damn enthusiasm. On her knees, those wide, innocent eyes looking up at me all twinkly and teasing, with her mouth stretched around the girth of my monster. Damn, just that look on her face tells me she’s exactly where she wants to be.
There’s few things in this life that are better than the view I have right now.
Her tongue swirls and flicks, her tiny hand pumping the base of my shaft, slick with her spit. My balls start to tighten and I know it won’t be long.
She feels it, too. She knows me so well. I’m close to the edge and she knows it, opening her throat as she presses her face forward, taking as much as she can even as she gags, keeping her eyes pinned on mine.
“You want it, babygirl?”
I reach down to tangle my fingers in her hair. My cock is already dripping cum onto her tongue and I know I’m ready to burst.
She blinks a few times in reply and brings a hand up to cup my balls. Little vixen knows what she’s doing.
“God, you’re going to get your cunt chewed out for having such a filthy mouth, little bird.” I say through gritted teeth, trying desperately to hold on for another second, another minute. “My filthy mouth, because it belongs to me. Shit, better get ready.”
Her eyes light up as my cock stiffens and stretches to its full extent. I know what it means. I start face fucking her, watching her eyes start to tear, spit running down her chin. She’s never more beautiful to me than right now. When she gives her all, and I can see the furious excitement in her whole face. When she leaves the world behind just to please me, without thought of how she looks or sounds or what anyone else may think.
She’s mine, and the messier we get the better in my book.
I cum with a roar, filling her throat with jets of semen as my legs start to quake beneath me, the adrenalin rush making them loose and distant. I grab her hair with my other hand and hold on. This happens every time with her. My body locks up and I go away for a good minute, somewhere even I don’t recognize. She’s just that good.
When I finally return to the land of the living, she’s still licking and cleaning my cock. She never lets a drop go to waste. And that’s just one of an infinite number of reasons I wake up smiling every fucking day since I met her. I’m thankful. Thankful to have her in my life.
“Come here.” I pull her to stand, gathering her into me, and she looks up with a little grin threatening the corners of her mouth. She knows what I want next and she’s ready. “You are such a good girl.”
My lips come down to meet hers, my tongue licking her lips first before plunging into her mouth. I love to taste myself on her or in her. Sex is a part of who we are, and my cum is a symbol of that. It’s us, something that nobody else will ever experience, and anything that is us is something I want a part of.
When I pull back, her face breaks into a smile that sends fireworks exploding in my heart.
“You taste better than the MocoLoco I had this morning,” she whispers, biting her bottom lip and making my dick diamond hard for her again. That damn lip bite gets me every time. “I like being your official new flavor taste tester, but none of them will ever come close to this.”
When we come up with new possible donut flavors I always bring them home to her to test. She’s sweet, but believe me when I say I trust her mouth for more than just taking care of my needy dick. She knows when a donut flavor is going to be a hit or not.
“Yeah? Is the MocoLoco gonna fly?”
“Yep. It passed the test. I ate three.” She puffs her cheeks out and gives her signature giggle, and that is music to my ears.
“Don’t start. You’re fucking hotter than the damn sun, little bird.” My hand falls to shift her a bit so I can rub her belly
She’s gaining curves and I couldn’t be happier. The more of her the better in my book. Three months along and her tummy is just starting to have that little roundness. I can’t wait for each day to arrive, just so that I can see it grow.
“Thorne.” Her forehead drops to my chest.
“Babygirl.” My words come out thick and stern. She’s worried about something and she knows better than to worry without sharing it with me.
“I feel bad, because I don’t feel bad.”
“That’s because you don’t have anything to feel bad about.” I wrap my arm around her shoulders and guide her over to the sofa, settle her in. The breeze coming off the ocean fills the open room with the salty scent of the water. It’s calming, and that’s what she needs right now. She’s my responsibility to look after, and that means making sure she’s comfortable every fucking hour of every fucking day.
Part of my responsibility in that regard is making sure she eats well, because she’s not just eating for herself any more, she’s eating for the baby, too. I cooked her breakfast this morning, although I admit it wasn’t until after I ate her sweet cunt for an hour and made sure she took a nice, relaxing shower. I’m her alarm clock now, and the only way to wake her up in a mood that is less than El Diablo himself is to give her a few orgasms before she has to face the world.
Then some nice Earl Gray. Decaf of course.
“He’ll die in prison, though.”
“Babygirl.” I give her a stern, but playful, glare.
She crosses her legs and sets her hands in her lap while I kneel in front of her. Then I place my hands on her cheeks and look into her eyes.
“But he’s my dad.”
“Is he though? I mean, when you think about it properly, is he really?”
I give her a moment to think on that. She’s still struggling with what happened, and the last thing I want to do is make it harder for her. But she’s a smart girl and she’s still processing. I’m patient, I can wait for that to work its way through her system.
“I know. I don’t know why the guilt still hits me. I mean, the things he’s done to people. Finding out that they actually kidnapped people and took their organs and sold them. I mean, who does that?” The quick change in her voice tells me she’s on the right track. “He is an asshole, but you know, it’s just hard to let go of the past.”
I come up to kiss her again. I know a sure way to get her to stop thinking about her dad, so I sit down next to her.
“Come here.” I give her an evil smile. My dick is standing at attention already, thinking about what’s coming next.
“That thing needs a doctor.” She chirps as I reach for her hand to pull her onto me.
“No, it doesn’t. You know what it needs. That world class pussy, that’s what, milking it for all it’s worth. But first, stand up here and give me a taste. My mouth is dry.”
“Please don’t go for another record. I passed out the last time.”
“I make no promises.”
Last night I ate her until she gushed in my mouth four times. The last orgasm was so intense she blacked out and it scared her, but when she finally came around the look in her eyes was priceless.
She shifts herself over me, one foot on either side of my hips as my fingers grab her ass and tug her pussy up onto my face, her hands steadying her against the white wall behind the sofa.
I moan as I take the first lick, pulling her onto my mouth and grinding her against me. I like it like this, no propriety.
She immediately starts rocking on me. This is what perfection feels like, to have my girl on my face, taking what’s hers. When she cums she makes me the happiest man in the fucking world, and sometimes I feel bad about that.
I mean, her orgasm mean probably more to me than they do to her, so the truth is I’m a selfish son-of-a-bitch. But she doesn’t seem to mind.
I swirl my tongue around her clit, pinch it with my lips and give her some teeth. I know what gets her off and I want the first one fast. I’m thirsty, but there’s only one thing that will quench that thirst. Drinking in her release is my flavor of every week.
She’s close now. I’m amusing myself by pushing her right to the edge then backing off and listening to her moans of distress.
“Don’t be a tease.” She whimpers.
“Tell me.”
She drops her head back with a distressed yelp. “Thorne…” Desperation builds in her voice as I flick my tongue on her clit, but not enough to get her off.
“Don’t make me wait, little bird.” I growl, my fingers digging into the flesh of her hips. “I need to hear it.”
I bury my face again, but each lick is slow, teasing. Her thighs quiver and her flavor coats my tongue. I could live down here, eating this sweet cunt forever. It’s better than any donut flavor I could ever come up with.
“Say it. Give me what I need.”
“I love you. So much, I love you. Now please let me cum!”
That’s all I need. Those words are what sets me free.
My mouth comes alive and she rides my face until she gushes in my mouth, her hands tearing at my hair while I’m drinking in every drop that her body will give.
Before she can recover, I move her down again and her tight pussy is taking the first inches of my dick. By the time she comes back to the moment, I’m sucking one of her tits deep into my mouth and thrusting my hips up while pressing her down until I’m buried to the root inside her clutching cunt.
I moan with the sensation. Every time I enter her it feels like the first time. Better, in fact. Somehow it’s better every time.
She tenses as the tip of my beast hits her cervix.
“I’ve got you, little bird. I’ve always got you.”
I guide her body up and down, bringing her lips to mine and our kiss brings her back to me.
We move slower this time, up and down, the flesh of our bodies slipping against each other. We are more than two people. We are one being. Destiny brought her to me and I’m never letting her go.
We break our kiss and I wrap my arms around her, bringing our bodies together, her chest on my cheek as I quicken the pace. I hold her steady as I fuck her now. I need this, the hard after the soft, owning her, showing her I love her with this part of us.
It’s not long before her juice is running down my dick. She screams and I follow her gladly over the blissful edge. My orgasm feels like it’s tearing me apart. I’m not sure who screams louder, me or her, but it’s a good thing we are in my house out over the ocean because we’d be scaring the fuck out of any neighbors.
I fill her with jets of hot cream as her pussy clenches and her own orgasm sings to me. When we finally come to rest I’ve got her nipple in my mouth and I’m dreaming of when her magnificent tits will be filled with milk.
Her soft sighs of contentment bring me back.
“You good, baby?”
“Yes.” Her sleepy word and the little shift in her hips tells me she’s forgotten all about her piece of shit father going to prison.
“Good girl.” Our breaths fall into sync as we come down from our orgasms. I let my fingertips trace up from her waist, watching the goosebumps rise on her flesh. I follow the soft S turns of her body, up, then down from her shoulder until I get to her hand. I pull it up and look at the ring I placed there the day we returned from Jamaica.
“I love you, you brute. I need you.” She whispers the words softly into my ear and my heart swells. To be loved and needed by her drives me every day to be a better man. For her. For us. For our children. For me.
She makes me complete.
“I need you too, little bird. More than you could ever imagine.”
I’m a tough strap of leather, but this little girl can drop me to my knees with just a look. But our love surrounds us. Makes a shield that tells the world we are stronger together and nothing can penetrate the bond we share. I never imagined love at all, but a love like this?
Damn, no fucking way. This is some next level shit. And if anyone had try to convince me that something like this could happen to anyone, let alone a punk like me, I would have smacked the stupid out of them.
But here I am, blurry eyed, looking at the ring on her finger and imagining our baby growing in her belly.
And the others that will come soon enough.