EPILOGUE
Two years later
MATT
“Hey, drummer,” chirped a beautiful voice, poking her head into my music room.
I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my lips. “Hey, gamer,” I replied, wiping the sweat rolling down my forehead.
My eyes followed her as she made her way to me, her flowy yellow summer dress swishing, the color as bright as the happiness on her face.
Satisfaction filled my chest, knowing I was the one who made her this happy.
“I’m back,” she whispered, hugging me from behind from where I was sitting on the throne of my favorite matte-black-and-gold Pearl Masters Maple kit.
The tips of her soft lips brushed the edge of my right ear. I didn’t have to position her anymore. Sierra subconsciously always ended up on my right and made sure she was looking at me when she spoke to me in a crowd. She always made sure I heard every word she spoke to me.
And even after two years, I was addicted to every word she said.
“Good one?” I asked, placing kisses on her soft arm that was wrapped around my neck.
Sierra was busy training for a world championship tournament that was three months away, the highest in the league. They tried out last year and came in tenth place, but Sierra told me she wasn’t in a rush to become world champion and already felt like a champion because she had me.
I sometimes still couldn’t believe that she was mine.
“Yes, the usual,” she muttered, and in a single motion, I tugged her to me, and she effortlessly landed on my lap. Her soft pussy right on my hard cock.
Her eyes widened. “Matty,” she chided but started to grind into me.
I groaned, grabbing her hips. I’ve created a fiend in bed.
She was fiery, yet so soft and innocent at the same time.
And when my hand crept to the curve of her breast, I felt the weight of them before I flicked her hard nipple poking through her dress.
“Matty,” she breathed, her hazel eyes full of wonderment.
Looking at me like I was the sun in her fire.
Like I was the reason for the gleam sparkling in her eyes.
Eyes that spliced my heart in half.
The silence boomed louder; the air murkier.
Seconds skipped as we both held our breath, looking at each other.
One.
Two.
Three.
“Matty,” she breathed again, her tongue darting out to lick those delectable pink lips.
And in the next instant, my lips were on hers.
Soft, velvety, and plush.
Mine.
I swallowed her moans as I feasted on her mouth. My hands glided over the length of her body, feeling her soft, magnificent curves as I brought her flush with me.
The warmth of her body molded against mine in all the right places, like she was made for me.
I didn’t stop claiming her mouth, exploring every depth of her sweetness, and air was the last thing on my mind.
More.
Even after all these years, I only wanted more of her.
She was this undeniable pressure that fired my heart, the smoldering heat that awakened my soul, and the flare that detonated my body.
She was mine.
Fucking mine.
That was the irrefutable truth that wasn’t going to change.
“Matty,” she groaned, her small hands squeezing the back of my neck as she tried hard to meet my relentless lips.
My name on her lips was like the sound of heaven to my ear.
“Yes, firecracker?” My lips traced her cheeks.
“I want…” she hiccuped, breathing hard.
“You want?”
“You,” she rasped, her eyes dark.
Fuck.
My mouth slammed against hers once again. She was so breathtakingly beautiful that keeping my hunger at bay was hard.
I lifted her dress to her waist.
A wild moan ripped her lips when my shorts-covered dick met her soft, warm pussy, barely contained in her thin panties.
I could smell the wetness dripping between her legs.
“You want more, firecracker?” I asked, my hand slipping inside her dress, smoothing over her silky back, before they crept to the underside of her breasts, swollen and heavy for me.
“Hmm.” Her breaths came out in sharp exhales.
“Answer me?” I commanded, twisting her nipple hard.
“Ahh,” she screamed, a shudder quaking her body. “Yes, yes. I want more.”
“Good.” I cupped her breasts, gliding my thumb over the hard peaks. I flicked them over and over again, teasing her, loving how her body went feral in my lap.
I had to suppress a groan every time her hips bucked, meeting my dick, which grew so fucking hard that it hurt.
“You’re a slut, aren’t you, Sierra? You’re not an innocent little girl. The kind of girl who would settle for a nice, decent boy. But then he can never satisfy the ache in your pussy, can he? You want a man, don’t you? You want a man to touch you, kiss you, fuck you, don’t you? You want a big fucking man to make you feel good, don’t you?”
Her hazel eyes met mine, and her lips parted as she gasped for air. “I want you, Matty,” she whispered so softly that I almost didn’t hear it. “No one else. You, just you.”
Something sharp stung my lungs. I ran a thumb along her cheek. “Then scream my name when I make you come.” And with that, I released my cock and slid her panties aside as I plunged into her to the hilt. No need to prime her hungry, wet hole.
“Oh God,” she moaned, throwing her head back.
“Eyes on me when I fuck you, Sierra.” I slowly lifted my hips into her, not giving her the hard, full pounding I knew she wanted from me.
Slowly, her eyes drew to me, and she gripped my shoulders.
I scooted the chair farther back, with my cock still in her, and the motion made her whine out a groan. But her eyes never left mine because she knew I wouldn’t give her what she wanted if I couldn’t see those beautiful hazels.
I stopped when my back touched the wall.
“Ready for the ride?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Good,” I said before I braced my feet on the floor and slammed into her hard from below.
Over and over and over again.
And she purred in my lap, taking me so good, I could feel my sensitive piercing hit her in all those spots that made her go crazy. I added another one, and she seemed to love it.
And exactly at the sixteenth beat, the glaze in her eyes deepened, and the pinks in her cheeks spread to her chest, and I knew she was about to come.
“Don’t come. I want you in my mouth,” she rasped through her ragged breath.
I nodded, slamming into her. Sierra was obsessed with having me in her mouth, and who was I to deny it because it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
Right at the twenty-second slam, her pussy strangled my cock, and she came screaming my name.
I knew because I counted, and she was too predictable, it took sixteen beats for her to reach the verge of an orgasm, twenty for her to come, and twenty to thirty hard slams of my dick for her to scream my name and break.
And I had to grit my teeth not to follow her.
As soon as she recovered, she quickly lifted her hips and knelt before me. Her delicate fingers pumped my thick dick, her yellow diamond engagement ring catching the light.
Only months after we’d been together, I popped the question. I didn’t care if it was too soon or if she was too young. She was mine either way.
Her lips closed around my dick, her eyes going straight to me. And I growled, fisting her hair as I painted the insides of her mouth with my cum.
Her eyes gleamed as she sucked every last drop of me.
That little fiend loved it.
“I love you,” she mumbled as I tugged her back to me, and she crashed on my chest.
“Love you, firecracker.” I softly patted her velvety hair.
“Do you think we’re getting married this year?” She tilted her chin toward me, smiling.
“No idea,” I grumbled. “But I think I’m going to be kidnapping you to Vegas soon.”
She giggled. “Oh, come on, let them have their fun.”
“Yeah, I know, but I’m losing my patience,” I muttered, to which she only giggled harder
Right after our engagement, we let my mom and Victoria plan our wedding because Sierra and I didn’t really care about the planning. And that was almost a year and a half ago, and they were still planning because they wanted a big, grand, perfect wedding.
“Who cares when we get married? I’m yours anyway.”
“That you are, Ms. Sierra Chan.” I kissed her nose.
She grinned. “Yours, Mr. Matty Evans.”
My firecracker burst into my life loudly, brightly, and unapologetically.
Bursting through all the order, rules, and discipline I created to exist.
But now, I exist for her.
Loving her made me the greatest.
THE END