Epilogue – Cullen
EPILOGUE
CULLEN
“ H ere you go.” Halston slides the document across the table.
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
I pick up the paper, staring at the four words printed in all caps smack in the middle.
FINAL DECREE OF DIVORCE
It is over.
It is finally fucking over.
I have no ties left to Celine—not physically, not mentally, and now, not legally.
It took longer than Halston had anticipated, an extra two months before the judge settled our case and another month after that till the decree was processed and our marriage dissolved.
“Halston, I’m so happy I could kiss you, man.”
“Save that for you girlfriend.”
Verity.
I have to see her right now.
“Thanks for everything, Hughes.”
“I’ll send you my final bill.”
“I’m sure you will.”
“And Cullen?”
“Yeah?”
“If we ever have to work together again in this lifetime, I will kill you.”
“You don’t have to worry about that.”
I stand up and gather my stuff, carefully placing the decree in my backpack, and then make my way to my girl.
I use the spare key Verity gave me the other week and let myself into her apartment. She hasn’t texted me back, but I know she’s working on some stuff for the Harver Group.
I still don’t love all the time she is spending with Garrett, but I am beyond proud of all the work she is doing for their company.
Her branding for their new Miami and Malibu branches has been iconic, and they’ve extended her contract to create some advertisements, with the new season of Manhattan Millions starting up.
Her freelance business is taking off. She has old clients from her time at Delute reaching out, but also new companies who are hearing about her through the grapevine. Even Kelton put in a good word for her business.
I knock on her bedroom door before opening it.
Verity is seated at her desk, headphones on, humming along to a tune. Her back is to me, and I watch as she fiddles around with the shading of the graphic she’s working on.
I slip behind her, resting my hand on her desk and leaning forward to squint at her screen.
She lets out a screech, her desk chair rolling back and narrowly missing my foot. She rips off her headphones and uses them to whack me in the middle of my chest.
“Oh my God, Cullen! You almost scared the living hell out of me.”
“Sorry. I did text you.”
She lets out a huff, placing her headphones on her desk and picking up her phone, giving it a quick glance.
“Well, I was busy—in the zone.”
“I figured.” I brace my hands on either arm rest, caging her in. “Guess what.”
“What?”
“I met with Halston.”
She sucks in a breath. “And?”
“And it’s done.”
“Done, done?”
“Done, done.”
She lets out a squeal, throwing her arms around my neck and dragging me down. I can feel her smile against my neck, and it makes me grin back.
“Congratulations, Cullen.”
“Thank you, angel.”
She pulls back, giving me the full wattage of her expression.
“We have to celebrate. What do you want to do? Hannah said we should throw you a divorce party, and I think that could be super fun. Do you think we could get Chloe to make some custom donuts? We can have them say ‘finally free’ or something else that’s, like, divorce branded. Or is that kind of insensitive?”
“No, it’s not a bad idea, and I’m sure my sister would love that, but…”
“But?”
“We can save that for later. For now, there’s just one way I want to celebrate.” I place my hand on her ribs and then slowly drag it down to her waist.
“Oh?” she teases. “Do tell.”
“Well first—” I lean down and brush the tips of our noses together “—I was thinking I would kiss you.”
I press my lips against hers with just enough pressure that she melts back against the chair.
“And then I was going to carry you to your bed and have you sit on my face until you are moaning with pleasure, and just when you think you can’t take it anymore, just as your orgasm is about to crest, I’d flip you over and fill you to the brim with my cock.
And I would take you, stroke for stroke, pushing you to the edge until you are crying my name and your pussy is begging for relief.
My cock would have you feeling delirious, and you would come all over it right as I come inside you. Sound good?”
Just talking about what I am going to do to her has my blood pumping straight to my cock. I can’t help but tease my fingers under the edge of her tank top, brushing them along her skin. She’s not wearing a bra, and the temptation to just reach up and squeeze her tits has my mouth watering.
Her lids are hooded, heat swirling in her baby blues.
“That’s not a bad idea, but I think it could use a little improvement.”
“Really?”
“Mhm.” She slips off the chair, kneeling on the rug at my feet.
“Verity.”
“Yes?” She blinks up at me innocently as she reaches to unbutton my pants.
It’s my undoing.
She pulls down my pants and then grazes her fingers across the fabric of my briefs, teasing my cock. I groan as she takes her time toying with me, as she runs her hands down and cups my balls, giving them a squeeze.
“Verity, please,” I beg.
She smirks, gripping the waistband and letting my cock spring free from its confines.
The first touch of her dainty fingers against my sensitive skin causes my cock to twitch.
She wraps her hands around my length, pairing her squeeze with an upward motion.
Pre-cum leaks from my tip, and her thumb swirls it lazily around my throbbing head.
It’s pure torture.
Even more so when she pops that same thumb into her mouth and sucks it with an audible hum.
“Stop playing games, sweetheart, because I can only be nice for so long.”
“And if I don’t?” She runs her tongue up from the base to the tip.
I reach down and hold her chin, tilting her face up. “Then I might be forced to make you take this cock until you are choking on it with tears. I’ve heard it’s quite the sight to see an angel cry.”
“I’d hate to disappoint.”
She pops open her mouth and sticks out her tongue, waiting, and fuck if isn’t one of the sexiest sights I’ve ever seen. My cock twitches again, and I have to remind myself not to blow my load on this alone.
I grip the base of my dick and press the tip against her hot tongue, basking in the feeling for a second before pushing myself farther in. She starts to gag with only an inch left, and the sound sends a lightning bolt through my veins.
“Come on, you can take it.” I get that last inch in, tears beading at the corners of her eyes. “That’s my girl. Now, suck.”
Her saliva coats my cock, and I let out a moan as she closes her lips and does as I command.
I grip her hair, keeping it out of her face. She bobs back and forth, alternating the pressure as she hollows out her cheeks. Her tongue swirls around my length, and she reaches up and plays with my balls, squeezing them in time with the motion of her mouth.
It’s pure fucking heaven.
Verity uses her hands at the base while she moves her plush lips just to the tip. She sucks on the sensitive head, making my eyes feel like they’re rolling back in my head. She hums, a little vibration running through my cock in a way I’ve never felt.
I tighten my grip on her hair, pushing her to take me deeper. The sound of her choking fills the room. She takes my cock like her life depends on it, and it’s not long before I feel the pressure building in my balls, that telltale tightening.
“Fuck, I’m going to come.”
She smiles and starts to go even harder, hollowing her cheeks even more. My hand basically forms a fist around her hair, holding her still against the base of my cock as thick jets of cum coat the back of her throat.
“Take every last drop.”
When I’m finally spent, I pull free from her mouth. She swallows my cum, her tongue poking out from the corner to collect any spillage.
God, she’s so fucking hot.
I watch as she rubs her thighs together, her squirming giving her away.
“Did sucking my cock make you wet?”
I reach down and lift her up, carrying her the short distance to her bed. The little athletic shorts she has on are nothing. They cling to her skin, and when I nudge her thighs wider, there’s a dark patch soaking through right at her pussy.
My cock begins to twitch back to life at the sight.
There’s nothing sexier than the knowledge that she gets off on sucking me.
I run my hand along the patch, her thighs spasming slightly at my touch.
I smirk.
“Take them off and then come to me.”
I make quick work of my shirt and then lie on her bed, positioning myself near her headboard.
I prop one arm behind my head and watch as she peels the spandex shorts off her skin.
Her plush ass and round hips are mouthwatering.
The treat comes when she grabs the hem of her tank top and pulls it over her head, those sweet tits on full display.
“You’re a fucking vision, Verity,” I tell her as I stroke my sensitive dick. “Now crawl over here and place that pussy where it belongs.”
She kneels on the mattress and slowly makes her way over, like a lioness approaching her prey. My attention is glued to the way her breasts sway. She crawls over my body, stopping halfway to sit, her bare pussy on my crotch, her wetness slick on my skin.
She trails her hands along my chest, those short nails tracing lines.
“Have I told you how crazy your body makes me?” She leans down and places a kiss between my pecs. “I could stare at it all day.”
“You can touch it all you want, angel.”
I let her explore the lines and divots of my body, every pass of her fingers lighting a fire under my skin and heating the blood in my veins. She shifts and that slick pussy glides over my cock, making me groan.
I place a hand on her wrist. “Let me help you with that.”
She averts her gaze, pink blossoming on her cheeks. “I’ve never, um, done this before.”
“What do you mean?”
She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. “Sat on someone’s face.”
“Oh, baby.” I wrap my hands around her ass, giving her a squeeze. “That’s the best fucking news I’ve heard.”
“What?”
“Means I get to be your first. Now, move that ass and give me a taste of that pussy, or I’ll do it for you.”
“Okay, but if I’m bad at this—”
“No chance.”
She moves up, lining that sweet cunt up with my lips. It’s one hell of a view from down here.
I hold the backs of her thighs, giving her a long lick with the flat of my tongue.
Fuck. She’s so fucking wet for me.
Her taste is unbelievable.
There’s just one issue.
“Don’t fucking hover; sit and take what you want. Ride my face.”
I grab her thick hips and pull her down so her pussy is flush with my face. I could easily die in this position and be happy about it—but despite her worries about suffocating me, that won’t be the case.
My tongue dives into her sticky sweetness, taking her for all she’s got.
She’s still a little tense, but after a few minutes I feel her relax.
The tension releases, and she melts against me.
Her hips begin to move in a steady rhythm and a quick grin slips to my lips as she starts to ride me in earnest.
There’s nothing sexier than this moment right here.
I peer up, watching as Verity grips the headboard for leverage, using it so she can rock her hips with more pressure. Her tits bounce with the movement, and I release one hand so that I can reach up and play with her nipple.
I run my thumb over the peaked tip before giving it a tug. She lets out a gasp, so I continue the motion while I eat her out.
“Oh God, Cullen. Oh my God, yes. Yes, that’s—right there.”
Verity’s movements quicken; her pace becomes short jerks that have her basically grinding on my face. I love every minute of it, my cock getting harder and harder as she takes and takes.
“Please. Please. Please.”
Her begging fills the room, desperate pleas as she chases her peak. There’s a short gasp as she reaches the top, and her pussy quivers around my tongue, tensing as she finds her release. I drink in every last drop, the thirst within me utterly insatiable.
This must be what heaven tastes like.
She rolls off me, flopping onto the mattress, completely spent.
“Wow, that was—” she chuckles “—now I understand.”
“Don’t tell me you’re done just yet.”
She glances at me then down to my cock and back up.
“Where do you want me?”
Music to my ears.
“Flip over. Show me that pretty ass.”
She moves onto her stomach, kneeling so her ass is perched to the sky and that tender pussy peeks out from between her thighs.
I run my hands over the globes of her ass and then spread them to admire her.
I grip my dick with one hand and run the tip over her folds, gathering that slickness.
She spasms at the motion over her sensitive cunt.
I play with her a few more times, basking in the feel of her on my tip, and then press the head in—just the head.
It’s like I’m edging myself, teasing this out, but the torture is so sweet.
I pump just the tip in, over and over.
“Are you trying to kill me?” Verity peers over her shoulder.
“Want to say that again?”
I push myself into the hilt, watching as her eyes widen at the sudden fullness and then glaze over. There’s nothing quite like watching her get dick drunk. I pull back out and then slam in, repeating it over and over, little gasps escaping her lips with each powerful thrust.
Verity and I stopped using condoms a few weeks ago, and the raw feeling of her pussy gripping my dick is insane.
I switch to short pumps, rutting into her and leaving marks on her ass as I hold her close to me. I lose myself to the feeling, to the bone-deep lust that takes over my body and has me thinking just with my cock.
Being with Verity is an absolute dream, and when we both reach our peaks again, when we both crash over the waves, it’s together, as one unit.
I pull out and drop down to the mattress beside her. I grab Verity by the waist and drag her against me, our sweaty skin sliding against one another’s. My chest moves with the rapid beating of my heart, and I pepper small kisses along her shoulder.
“I love you, Verity Moore.”
She twists in my arms, looping a leg around my waist and cuddling against my chest. She looks up at me with those clear sky blue eyes, pure affection rippling through them.
“I love you, too, Cullen Ross.”
This woman was mine from the day that I met her, and I will do everything in my power for the rest of my life to keep her by my side.
There is no other love for me. I have found my true soulmate, and while it took a lot of trial and error to end up where we are, I would suffer through everything all over again if it led me to this moment right here with her in my arms. Verity makes the future that I once thought was completely gray, one that is filled with a kaleidoscope of colors.
She is the reason why love exists, and I will be grateful for her forever.
THE END