Bonus Epilogue
Ellie
“ S top being gentle with me. I’m not a mom tonight. I’m your wife. Fuck me like it.”
“Okay, wife , close your eyes.” Dom’s command sends shivers down my spine, my core tightens, and my thighs press together in a desperate attempt to ignite the fire that’s building. I do as he asks. “You say stop and I do. Understand?”
“Understood,” I whisper.
Dom’s tongue slides up my neck before he sucks and nibbles on my ear lobe. “Turn around,” he murmurs. “Turn around right fucking now.”
His strong hands grab my hips, and I shriek before giggling as he forces me to turn around, my palms pressing against the wall of the closet in front of me.
Sue me, sometimes a girl wants to see a guy lose his mind with need. I like when he has to work for it. I haven’t seen Dom like this in so long, and it has my heart pounding.
His hands immediately begin to wander, grabbing, pulling, twisting, and teasing. One finds its way into the top of my dress. He dips his hand between my sensitive skin and the soft fabric of my dress before palming my full breast and pinching my nipple. His other hand rests firmly across my lower belly, holding me tightly against him.
“Maybe we shouldn’t do this. We’re forty feet from Bec and Aiden’s wedding reception, Dom. I don’t like being quiet, or have you forgotten?”
In an instant, his hand wraps around my throat, pulling me flush against his body, all of his body, enough for me to feel the very distinct outline of his hardness pressed against my ass and lower back. He tilts my chin so I’m forced to look at him. His heady gaze heats me from my core to my throat. I can’t find the words; I can’t say anything with him looking at me like that. Looking at me like he’s about to devour me.
“You say that like I don’t want you screaming. You say that like I’m not dying to hear you calling my name as you fall apart. You say that like I give a fuck who hears me taking my wife and giving her everything she needs. Do you want this?”
I nod enthusiastically, at a loss for words.
“Then give me your mouth,” he says, before stealing my lips between his.
His hands continue exploring my body, lighting my desire, waking up a deep-rooted need. His grip moves, first to my throat, coasting to my jaw before sliding into my hair, threading his fingers through the strands and gripping, the tug igniting my core in a pulsing fever.
I pull him closer so I can bite his lower lip. He moans into my mouth and I do the same. I’m dizzy with need, his grip on me being the only reason I haven’t stumbled to the floor.
Dom drops a hand to my thigh, clawing at my bridesmaid dress like a man undone, scrunching it up in his fist as he works the fabric higher and higher. Then he’s pulling my dress even higher, all the way to my waist, revealing my lower half to him.
“Thank fuck,” he groans into my neck. “None of that goddamn shapewear in the way tonight.”
“I was hoping I’d get lucky.”
“Ellie Moretti, you brought me here with every intention of seducing me. Filthy Momma,” he murmurs into my ear, before tipping my jaw so I’m forced to meet his eyes. “I’m the lucky one. These panties soaked for me?”
“What are you going to do about it?” I challenge.
He tugs my thong to the side in one swift movement before his other hand comes down hard on my ass cheek. I squeak in shock, then moan at the feel of his fingers entering me, seeking my G-spot, which he finds with ease.
“I haven’t decided yet,” he says, voice laden with playfulness. “I like feeling you gripping my fingers almost as much as I like to feel you clenching on my tongue. But when neither of those is enough, I dream of you squeezing my cock with this pussy.”
We both freeze, hearing voices approach from down the hall. Dom wraps a hand over my mouth and I bring my hands up to hold his forearm, my breaths coming quickly from my nose as I struggle to keep my breathing even with his fingers still inside me.
Is that Dee and Dylan?
The voices and footsteps quiet as they pass the closet we’re hiding in. Alone again, Dom starts moving his fingers, his palm pressing firmly against my clit with the perfect amount of pressure. I grip his arm tighter, leaning my head against his shoulder and moaning into his palm.
“Dirty girl, Ellie. Moaning while I finger fuck you in this closet with people just outside. Do I need to keep my hand here so they don’t storm in wondering why there’s a woman screaming in the coat closet?”
Fuck, oh fuck, I’m going to come.
I nod frantically, not caring who hears because I’m so desperate to come. So close. My hips grind, willing him to increase the pressure of his palm on my clit all while shoving his thick fingers deeper.
“I don’t want them to hear you, but I want to see you,” he says, pulling my head back so it rests against his chest. My eyes roll back and I’m unable to hold out any longer. My body convulses around his hand. Dom never slows his movements. He helps me through it, singing praises into my ear as I come down from the high.
“Fucking beautiful, Ellie.” I watch as Dom brings his fingers up in front of me, the sheen of my release glistening in the dim light of the closet. Then he moans as he sucks them into his mouth. I can’t look away as he cleans his fingers, then presents them to me and I do the same. His cock still presses firmly into my ass and I grind back against him, still mindlessly seeking to be filled again. The orgasm was incredible, but not enough to satisfy. I want him to bend me over and take me hard and fast.
“Back against the wall, Ellie.”
I move quickly, and he’s on me just as fast, drawing one of my legs up and around his hip as he sinks his thick cock into me just like I wanted, hard and fast.
The music from the wedding reception thumps loudly in the background as a more upbeat song plays over the speakers.
“Thank fuck,” Dom groans into my neck before he unleashes himself on me, pounding into me in a delicious rhythm before we both come loudly, thankfully drowned out by the bass of the song.
He takes my face in his hands, both of us breathless, before we laugh.
“Great wedding,” I say.
“Fucking phenomenal,” Dom agrees.
“Let’s never tell them.”
“Deal.”
Then my perfect husband cleans us up, takes my hand lovingly in his, and dances with me all night long.