BONUS EPILOGUE | 4 Months Later | Mitt
“ R ough day at work, Mr. Morgan?” Albert asked as I climbed into the backseat of his limousine and poured whiskey into a glass.
I sighed, “Something like that.”
Today was the first time I saw my father since that horrific day and the police took him away in handcuffs. The sorry son of a bitch shot my wife and left her wounded in my arms. His awful tale had made headlines for weeks, and I got sick of seeing his face. Prison aged a man like Cyprus and revealed an old, weak senior with wrinkles, beady, evil eyes, and he was missing several teeth from one too many fights.
He didn’t deserve one moment of fame after what he had done, and I made sure the articles about him went away. I paid two million dollars to make the stories about Cyprus Morgan disappear. I didn’t need to view the horror Tinsley had gone through on repeat because I replayed that damn day too many times in my head. A reminder for a day like the present when I got to watch the bastard sentenced to a life in prison without parole. My father would spend the rest of his days rotting behind bars, never to walk free again.
Dad deserved this punishment. He had earned me owning Morgan’s Law & Associates and being the lawyer to put the nail in his coffin. I hoped the justice I had served hurt something awful because everything he did to Tinsley had haunted me. He was worthy of all the suffering he had caused.
The drive was short from the courthouse to the candy shop, and Albert stopped at the curb on the other side of the street. There were no paparazzi in sight while the sunshine shone brightly on a warm spring day. I adjusted my tie before eyeing the time and realizing I was ten minutes late.
Crap.
I reached for the door handle and told Albert, “Bring the limousine around and wait for me, please.”
“You got it, Mr. Morgan,” Albert answered with a tilt of his hat.
I exited the vehicle, waited for my turn to cross the street, and headed straight for a sweet treat. The double doors into the candy store automatically swung open and bright colors were aglow. I searched from one row of confectionery to the next, and my jaw tightened. I couldn’t find what I was looking for. Where was...
There.
A smile formed across my lips, and I couldn’t help licking my tongue across my mouth. Delicious. The most drool worthy sight in the world.
I stared down the peppermint stick aisle at a radiant figure dressed in purple. High heels with legs for fucking days and a smoking, desirable body I’d never grow tired of. Sex with her was always like the first time and she made my candy stick dick pop every damn time.
“There’s my angel,” I breathed.
I opened my arms to Tinsley, and she turned my way. Her killer smile melted me upon impact, and I was a goner for her all over again. She took my damn breath away, and I’d die a happy man.
“I was wondering when you’d get here.” Tinsley sighed with relief and cuddled in close.
“I’m sorry I’m late,” I apologized and wrapped my arms around her.
I never wanted to let go.
My wife’s smell was fucking intoxicating as I kissed her head, and her hair tickled my nose, but I didn’t care. She was safe in my arms right where she belonged, and no one would change that. Never again.
After I had almost lost Tinsley, the shock of her near death had changed me. Tinsley underwent emergency surgery, and she lost a lot of blood. When she passed out in my arms, I thought she left me, and my father had won. I feared he had taken the one person I had ever truly loved from this earth before our lives together had even begun, but she fought. She was goddamn stubborn, and I couldn’t be prouder of her.
I paid top dollar for Tinsley’s recovery with round-the-clock care, and her rehabilitation didn’t come easy. She struggled, there were tears, but we made it through, and I was there for everything. To hold her hand, encourage her, and help her heal. The gunshot to her shoulder did some nerve damage, and it took weeks of physical therapy to gain strength back in her left arm along with her hand.
Tinsley pulled back and peered up into my eyes. “What’s the verdict?”
“Guilty,” I answered without hesitation. “My father won’t ever be able to hurt you again. I made sure of it.”
Tinsley sighed with relief. She had testified against her father-in-law, and my wife’s testimony was solid. She did an outstanding job during the trial and held her composure. Her strength was amazing, her spirit was inspiring, and she was an excellent role model for any woman. She’d make a wonderful mother for our children.
“Thank you,” Tinsley whispered with tears in her eyes.
Some beads of gratitude rolled down onto her cheeks, and I brushed them away with a small smile. My wife deserved her freedom, and I was glad I could deliver the good news. She wouldn’t attend another court session because she never wanted to see Cyprus Morgan ever again, and I didn’t blame her. She was brave and faced my father head on with the reality of what he had done to her. All the hell he had put her through, and I was happy I could be there by her side through it all.
In the beginning, I was against her, and we were enemies at odds, but our connection to each other pushed through. We couldn’t fight the one thing always there between us. Our love.
I grabbed a treat from the shelf and said, “We should celebrate.”
I tapped the giant peppermint twirl stick on her nose, and she giggled at me. “What did you have in mind?”
Fuck. Those wicked emerald eyes and that damn purr in my wife’s voice made my balls want to burst. The skin pulled up tight against me, and my cock grew erect behind my zipper. Sideways, actually. I had to adjust myself, and her eyes widened with lust because she knew I was undeniably hard for her.
I backed her up against a glass door with tinted candy swirls and lollipops decorating the window so I couldn’t see inside. Tinsley gasped as the door hit her backside, but I pushed on the handle for it to open and we went inside. All around us was fucking candy galore. It was a small enclosed room with windows to see out toward the front of the candy store.
I locked the door.
“Mitt? What are you doing?” Tinsley asked as she searched around, and the top shelf of the bubble gum rack met at the height of her neck.
I brushed the hair from her neckline and laid a kiss on the tender spot. Her mother fucking moan made my cock bob, or at least it tried. As restricted as my dick was, I still felt so damn alive, and I wanted to enjoy my wife. I wanted to relish in her pleasurable cries for me right here and right now. I didn’t care who saw her face coated with passion, because she was all mine.
I backed her up against the shelf, candies fell to the ground. Licorice, gummy bears, bubble gum balls, hard candy, suckers, and chocolate bars. There was a mess, but I’d pay for it all.
My wife’s pleasure was worth all the damn sweet treats in the world.
“I’m going to please you, angel,” I answered.
Her doe eyes widened even more. “In a candy shop?”
“Yes, Wife, in a fucking candy store.” I smiled wickedly at Tinsley and lowered my head down to her busting cleavage. “I got a sweet tooth, angel.”
Tinsley gasped while I buried my face in between her big tits, and her fingers threaded through my hair. I blew a raspberry in the center, which produced another giggle and then a sigh when I licked up the entirety of her breasts.
God, I loved all the sounds Tinsley made.
“Maybe we should get some candy to go?” Tinsley whispered as I glanced up at her and she briefly peered around. “People are staring.”
“No, they aren’t. It’s your imagination running wild,” I breathed against her chest. “It’s only the two of us.”
I bit the flesh of her tit and sucked the skin between my lips. Tinsley let out an incredible whimper as I trailed my hands down her sides and to her perfect hip bones. I squeezed them and continued downward until I got to the end of her knee-high dress. My hands grazed up the outside of her thighs as tiny goosebumps awakened on her skin, and my fingers met the band of her panty line. I snapped the elastic, making her sigh and close her eyes. She was enjoying all the sensations I had produced throughout her fucking pristine body. I looped my fingers into the band and pulled them down until the thong fell the rest of the way to the floor.
Tinsley shivered, and my mouth released her skin, producing a smile. Arousal overcame her. I knew it. She’d be soaking between her legs by now, in heat and ready for me, but I had a little treat for her.
I pulled my face from her tits, peered at the hickey I had left on her left tit for anyone to see. The mark was bright red with tiny dots around it on her perfect skin. I claimed her, marked her, and she was all mine.
My wife trembled as I peered up at her and grabbed the giant peppermint stick from where I had left it while I fondled her. I ripped the wrapper with my teeth, unable to tame the beast inside of me, needing to please her. She had been such a good fucking girl through everything my father had put her through, and she deserved all the finer pleasures in life.
I tasted the two-pound mint stick, and the flavor was amazing in my mouth. My taste buds went wild, but I knew another way to make my palate even sweeter. My wife’s juices.
Tinsley had opened her eyes and peered down at me with hunger. “I want to have a lick.”
“Anything for you, angel,” I said as I knelt down on my knees and brought the giant stick to her lips.
“Mm... So good.”
Tinsley’s eyes rolled while she moaned and licked the peppermint stick. My cock twitched. Holy hell. I might come in my pants if she kept this shit up.
My wife licked up the sides of the candy. The noises she made drove me wild, and she even bit the tip. Just a bit, but I wanted that baby smooth, and I let her continue her feast. She ended up trapping the giant peppermint between her lips and pushing it inside. All the way, she took the candy until I heard her gag while her big eyes watered, and I held it there. She released herself when she was ready and some red mixed with green saliva dribbled out the sides of her pretty mouth.
Dear fucking God.
“Jesus... Are you pretending the candy stick is my dick?” I breathed with wonder. “Because you’re taking it like a good little whore.”
Tinsley popped the candy from her mouth. “Maybe.”
My eyes sparkled with wickedness. Fuck. She was damn gorgeous.
“Good girl,” I groaned huskily. “Now, spit.”
Tinsley did. She spit right on the giant peppermint stick.
I traveled the smooth, sticky mint down her lower lip, hitting her chin until it met the skin of her chest. The sweet substance left a path down her cleavage, but I wouldn’t let it touch her dress. I balled up the bottom of the purple material in my hand and spread her legs apart with ease. She wouldn’t stop me because she never refused. She always knew my intentions were good, and I peered up at her with determination. I’d make my fucking wife come.
“What are you—” she whimpered from above me when my tongue flicked her clit.
“Hold your dress for me,” I ordered.
Tinsley did as she was told, and I threw her right leg over my shoulder. My hands were completely free to please her, tease her, and enjoy her. But something else would join in on the celebration.
I pressed the tip of the giant peppermint stick against her clit.
“Oh, my God, Mitt,” Tinsley said from above me with surprise. “What the fuck?”
“Yes, angel, that’s right,” I breathed against the entrance of her swollen slit. “You’re so fucking ready for my candy stick, but first...”
I licked up the entirety of her wet soaked slit, and the taste of my wife sent chills down to my dick. I ached for Tinsley, but this was all about her. This moment would be one I’d make her remember for the rest of her life.
“Oh, fucking shit,” Tinsley whimpered.
The acceptance was a delight to my ears as I rubbed the sticky treat against her aching sensitive area, and she relaxed more against the candy shelf. Her hips rotate and push more into my face. It was hard to breathe with the bridge of my nose pressed into her, but the aroma I experienced was fucking heaven. My angel’s pussy smelled divine.
“Mm... Fuck.” Her pussy lips muffled my voice.
I dove my tongue in between her sweet heaven, and she took me into her world. Her universe was warm, and she embraced me as I flicked away, and she cried out my name. I couldn’t stop my tongue from thrusting to the noises escaping her. In and out I went, as the candy stick brought my wife even closer to bliss.
Until her hands fisted in my hair and pulled my face back. “Mitt, please.”
Suddenly, the door shook and someone tried to get in. I ignored the interruption, and I stared up at Tinsley. Her chest heaved from her sped up breathing. She was a fucking glorious sight. I licked my mouth, tasting her arousal warm against my lips, but I knew it was on my chin and cheeks. I bet her juices were on my beard, too. Goddamn, I fucking hoped she made a mess of my whiskers as she rode against my face.
“So much begging for such a good wife,” I groaned, lust fuming inside me. “Cover your mouth.”
Tinsley listened.
I plunged the giant stick right into her pussy.
“Oh, fuck!” Tinsley muffled against her palm, and her eyes went wide.
My wife took the big candy so well as I pushed it back and forth. I grabbed her hip bone with my other hand and helped guide her movements to my frantic rhythm. She thrusted right along with me while her cleavage bounced, and a portion of her nipple popped out from her dress.
Growling, I brought my mouth down on the pinkish flesh and her leg fell from my shoulder with a hard thud. I plucked the rest of her nipple out from underneath the material using my teeth and, with the perfect suction, her rosy bud fit perfectly in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around her erect peak as she whimpered, and I glanced up at her while she never took her eyes off me.
I feasted on her, devoured her, and she rode each wave of pleasure like it was meant for her. More candies fell from the shelf as her backside bumped against it, and her climax built higher. Above and beyond until she was soaring, unable to stop.
Tinsley gave into my beastly urgency to have her and give her all the pleasure she never thought she could experience at the hands of her husband. I was fucking willing to grant this goddess the world, and there was no stopping me. Not even a single fucking eye watching us in this candy shop.
“Mitt! Shit! I’m coming, I’m coming!” Tinsley cried out, and I could understand the words against her hand.
Tinsley grabbed onto my head, her fingers clenching my hair, and she pulled. Hard. The yank was strong enough to make a husky rumble vibrate from me against her tit, but she fucking loved it.
“Yes!” Tinsley repeated louder and louder into her palm until she was melting.
My wife came all over the giant candy stick, and I couldn’t be prouder of her.
I popped her tit out of my mouth.
“Fuck, angel, you did so damn good,” I praised breathlessly against her, with my cheek resting on her chest.
Tinsley tits rose up and down as her heart beat wildly. The sweet sound was a miracle, and I was elated to have her here with me. I’d do anything to make my wife come, even shove a giant candy stick between her pussy lips.
“Mitt...” Tinsley sighed out of breath with a satisfied smile. “That was amazing.”
I smirked up at her wickedly, brought the candy stick to my mouth and licked it. “I fucking love a minty fresh pussy.”
Tinsley softly giggled as she stroked my hair, and I helped her get her thong back on. My lips lingered passionate kisses along her legs and the smell of her sweet scent never went away. I might put the privacy scene up once we get back to the limousine and take her in the back seat. My dick deserved a sweet treat in her warm heat.
“Are you ready to checkout?” Tinsley asked as passion swirled in her eyes, and I knew she was incredibly horny.
I groaned impatiently. “Absolutely.”
Tinsley adjusted her dress as I tried to clean up some candies but couldn’t get to them all. Fuck it. I’d pay for the entire lot in this room.
I got up off the floor, the room was incredibly stuffy from our risky encounter, and I flashed a smile down at my wife. She flushed bright pink and nibbled on her lower lip. Goddamn. She drove me wild. I wanted to get back down on my knees and take her again, but the door jiggled again.
“Ready?” I asked with the peppermint stick in my grasp coated with her juices.
“Yes.” She answered.
I unlocked the door.
There was a small lineup to get into the room we had just fully indulged in the upmost confectionery experience anyone could ever have. The woman I loved came all over a giant two-pound peppermint candy stick. We smiled with goofy grins on our faces as we left the mess we made behind and heard the gasps from shocked customers as they wandered inside.
I paid for the mess in the room along with a used peppermint stick we had thoroughly enjoyed while I held Tinsley’s hand. The total came out to ten thousand dollars and some change for everything along with my satisfied wife whispering sorry with a small apologetic smile. But I couldn’t help noticing the cashier staring at the impressive hickey I had left on her cleavage, and I left with a big fucking grin while I walked my ass right out the door.
We stepped outside only to be bombarded by paparazzi, who I knew would make an appearance, but I didn’t give a shit. I was the happiest man on the fucking planet because I had her. All I needed was Tinsley, all I ever wanted was her, and my wife had saved me on more than one occasion. Her actions caused the ice around my frozen heart to melt. She rescued me from an abusive father who never gave a damn about me and only cared about himself. She jumped in front of a speeding bullet and safeguarded my soul. Tinsley Morgan freed me, and I’d love her for the rest of my life.
Questions swirled from one discussion to another. The crowd was loud and ready for their next story about us. I wanted to give them one hell of a headline and I waited for the right one.
A man got right up near my face with his camera and asked, “Taking the mommy-to-be out for a sweet treat, Mr. Morgan?”
Now was our time to shine.
“Yes, as a matter of fact, Mrs. Morgan had a craving and I did too, but I love my minty fresh wife more than anything else in this world,” I answered as I took a bite from the giant peppermint stick and flashed Tinsley a ridiculous grin.
My wife blushed brighter than ever. The camera flashed bright lights, and we got into the backseat of the limousine.
THE END