Hannah
Epilogue
Four Years Later
Irub my foot over the hard length pushing out on the front of Dietrich’s swim shorts, admiring how handsome he is in the morning sun as we sit at our round cocktail table, down among the palm trees on our private beach.
“You’re like fine wine,” I purr, pulling down my barely there yellow swimsuit top and rubbing my breasts. “You want another milk facial?”
Dietrich looks up from his laptop where he’s been tapping away for the last hour. “Daddy always wants your milk.”
“I think that’s what keeps you so young looking. All the breast milk. If you’re not drinking from the fountain, it’s spraying in your face, or on your dick.”
“You know you love sucking your milk off my cock.”
I nod as he reaches over and takes one of my swollen breasts between his hands, rolling the heavy flesh back and forth as the tingling sensation has a stream of warm milk spraying onto his face.
He opens his mouth, tongue out, eyes closed as he squeezes and shakes his face back and forth in the white spray, making motorboat sounds as it drips off his chin and onto my calf.
I take a look at my phone, knowing that Jeremy and Brigid will be back with the kids soon.
A grin pulls at my lips. “You’re impossible.” I shake my head as he leans forward and latches on hard, tugging my nipple to the back of his throat as my eyes roll back and I’m immediately soaking wet.
He mumbles around my nipple but I’m already in heaven. This life we’ve made has been sown with the seeds of a love I never dreamed was possible. It’s not what everyone wants but it’s exactly what we need.
I stroke the sides of Dietrich’s face as he suckles and tugs me to stand, then reaches down and releases his cock from his swim trunks, never missing a beat with his mouth on my breast.
He grunts, tugging at the threads on the sides of my bikini until my bottoms are around my feet and I settle onto his cock, already drenched and throbbing for what I need. He hums as he strokes my bare lips, smooth as silk from his up close and personal shave this morning.
Another of the million ways he’s takes care of his girl.
Dietrich has stayed virtually the same since that day we met, if maybe ten pounds heavier—which he also blames on the breastmilk.
I, on the other hand, have filled out and softened. My already plump body has taken on more curves but my husband only uses them as more surface area for him to kiss.
Feeding him like this has become one of the greatest pleasures in my life. My husband suckling at my breasts is the most intimate thing I can imagine. Doing it while also taking his cock inside me, is a huge bonus.
Literally.
I think not only does he not age, but his cock seems to get bigger with each passing year.
Blessing and a curse.
I wonder sometimes what would have happened if it had been Brigid that had taken the job with him. Would they be together? Or would we still be stuck in Las Vegas, bailing my father out after every bad deal?
The thought is fleeting, because we start rocking together, faster and faster as he moves to give equal attention to my other dripping nipple, both of us sighing as he pulls the milk from my breast, the erotic pleasure tingling from my nipple down into my toes.
“We don’t have much time,” I say as the knots of tension tangle below my belly button.
“Enough time.” Dietrich comes up for air, milk drying on his face and wet on his lips as he pulls my face to his, grunting with effort as he fucks up into me, his tongue driving into my mouth.
He’s got the libido of a fifteen-year-old but I’m not complaining. My Daddy takes care of me every day in a million different ways.
“You gonna be a good girl and make Daddy come?” He hisses into my neck as he thickens inside me.
“I’ll try,” I murmur back in my teasing little girl voice. “I always try hard, Daddy.”
“Hard is right. Now, fuck Daddy like you mean it. Like you love him.”
I push onto my tiptoes in the sand, rocking my hips up and back, his hands running up and down my back, then one lingers on my ass, slipping between my cheeks and pushing onto the tight ring of muscles and I shudder and moan.
“Remember the first time I got in this ass? With all those people watching? I knew you were mine right then. I knew you were perfect. My daughter, taking her Daddy hard and fast in that naughty little hole.”
Our movements become frantic as the edges become sharper and sharper, the seagulls calling overhead as the rolling waves rush onto the shore.
“I love you forever, Daddy,” I whisper through the pleasure of my building climax. He never tires of me telling him, because he never had anyone but me say it before. Not even his mother, who he knows loved him in her own way, but she never said the words.
“Good girl. I love you too, baby.”
We thrust and rock and kiss until the magic comes unleashed, and Dietrich latches on again, drawing from deep inside me as our insides twist and turn with the pleasure we love to give one another.
Just as we reach our peak, I hear the beep beep on his phone, indicating the front driveway gate has opened and Brigid and Jeremy and the kids are home.
My sister and my unlikely brother-in-law are not only family, but our best friends. They have their own crazy love story, and I’m happy beyond words we both found our princes at the same time.
They live on the southern end of the area where our property borders theirs. Jeremy paid a hefty premium to so Brigid could be close to me and Ruthie. Ruthie calls her Mamaw and I couldn’t have made it through those first months without her.
Dietrich and I got married in a little white chapel the day we landed here in Cayman.
He had a fake passport, of course, and it’s all sort of legal, but none of that matters.
Over time, he revealed more about his life, his past and his memory is still spotty in places but I accept him as he is and he does the same for me.
The freedom we have with one another allows us to show our true selves without fear of judgment or reprisal. My big burly man is everything I wanted in a father as well as a husband and a friend and a smoking hot lover.
He ticks all my boxes and when we are out in public, we never tire of the shocked looks and gasps we get when he grabs my ass, sticks his tongue down my throat and calls me his daughter.
Good times.
We’ve added on and renovated the century old plaster and wood beam house that sits on a hill with a amazing view of the ocean. It’s been fun to do it together but Dietrich really just humors me. He says yes to everything and all the bills get paid without question.
The one thing he did insist on in the décor is a single piece of art. Snort.
The hacked-out piece of the sheet where he took my virginity hangs next to a window in our bedroom. The colors have faded and truthfully, it looks like some abstract modern art, but he and I know better.
I still wear that ruby choker…um, collar, he gave me all those years ago as well. It’s not practical for everyday, but it’s still the piece that reminds me that he took ownership of me that day and I have zero shame about how our relationship works.
My dad is out of prison and Dietrich invited him here to live near us, but he’s working on some big deal. Although Brigid and I are a little sad and miss him, until he gets his life straight, Dietrich says it’s for the best and I agree.
The Zeneli group was in such shambles after Dietrich shook up the top layers, they splintered into other smaller groups that have been battling each other ever since, and they could apparently care less about finding Dietrich.
Acting doesn’t have any pull for me anymore.
Or Brigid. But we did set up a small design agency that has blossomed into a real business.
We only take a handful of clients a year, very high end, and if it’s not fun, we just walk away.
Money isn’t a problem. I don’t know how much we have, but I know there’s not a financial worry left for me in this world.
That was Dietrich’s promise and I will say, that man doesn’t break promises.
He’s on his third book under a secret pen name. He loves the writing and also funds a new animal shelter on the island. He disappears now and then, coming back with swollen knuckles and a few cuts and bruises, usually with a sad story and a new dog for us to nurse back to health.
I don’t ask questions. But, the house is filling up with four kids and seven dogs, not to mention the cats and whatever else wanders in asking for a home.
“You happy you took the job?” Dietrich asks, swiping the back of his hand across the silver and black scruff of his beard.
“What job?” I ask, lost in my thoughts.
“The one and only paying acting job of your life. To be my daughter.”
I hear the kids screams and laughter in the distance as Dietrich eases me up and off his erection, helping to secure my bathing suit bottoms back in place, then pushes the fabric between my drenched and sticky pussy lips with a smile.
He loves my camel toe.
“I’m still playing that part.”
“Yes, you are. And you will be for the rest of your life.” Dietrich kisses me then breaks into a jog as the kids come running down the path to the beach.
He scoops up Ruthie and Taylor as Emmet crawls behind trying to keep up.
He throws them both over his shoulders then starts galloping around like a horse making the girls scream with delight as Taylor sits up with a toothless grin clapping.
My daddy has made me so happy and he’s the father I never had to my children.
I’m lucky beyond words. Life hasn’t always been good, but it’s ended up great and I’ll take all the challenging days from then until now, knowing I get to spend the rest of my life with the perfect man for me.
My Daddy.