Epilogue
MEGAN
I lay under the sunkissed sky in my birthday suit with the sexiest man alive between my thighs—my new husband.
“That’s it, Mr. Middleton. I’m almost there,” I cry, and my back arches as I come closer to my sweet release. Birds are flying above us at the private beachfront we’re staying at on our honeymoon, compliments of one Mr. Ben Pierre.
It’s utter bliss.
Hunter growls as my body shudders from my orgasm, running his hand down the center of my chest and then taking one of my nipples into his mouth.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come, Mrs. Middleton,” he growls possessively, and I run my hands through his hair and grip it at the roots, letting him know just how much I approve of every single thing he is doing to my body.
We roll together off the chaise lounge, and my head falls back against the warm sand as more pleasure washes over me. Hunter's skilled mouth and fingers work in tandem, teasing and pleasuring every sensitive spot until my body is trembling beneath him again. I gasp and moan shamelessly, lost in the overwhelming ecstasy.
"So damn close," I pant, my fingernails raking down his muscular back. "Please, Hunter, I need you inside me, not your fingers.”
He lifts his head, his grey eyes dark with lust. "In a moment, my love. Let me taste you again. I’m hungry for you.”
Before I can protest, his mouth lowers between my thighs, and his tongue delves deep, lapping at my slick folds with long, languid strokes. My hips buck involuntarily as he suckles my aching clit, driving me to new heights of arousal.
It’s a sweet kind of torture.
"Yes!" I hiss, fisting the sand beneath me. “I’m coming again.”
Hunter brings me to the brink of climax again with his wicked tongue before pulling back with a satisfied smirk.
“That’s not nice,” I say to him.
“You said you wanted this dick, so I’m going to give it to you, baby.”
I bite the corner of my lip as he positions himself above me and positions the thick head of his dick at the entrance of my aching pussy.
"Are you ready for me, Mrs. Middleton?" he asks huskily.
"Yes," I breathe shallow breaths. “Stop playing around and fuck me hard."
With one powerful thrust, he shoves himself balls deep inside me, and we both groan at the exquisite sensation. Our connection has always been electric, but now that we’re married, our need for each other almost feels insatiable.
He sets a relentless pace, pounding into me with deep strokes that make me cry out and pleasure as sand flies everywhere.
"Yes, just like that," I urge him on, wrapping my legs tightly around his waist to pull him impossibly deeper.
Our bodies are in perfect sync, hips meeting with each thrust as we move together in what feels like an almost spiritual dance. I can feel every hard inch of him stretching every soft part of me, filling me so completely. Pleasure coils tighter and tighter in my core with each exquisite stroke.
"Are you close?" Hunter pants, his voice strained.
“Absolutely not, old man,” I tease. “Are you tired?”
“You’re going to pay for that,” he growls.
My head thrashes from side to side as the tension inside me builds to an almost unbearable level. I need to get control of the rhythm between us, so I push at Hunter’s chest so that he’s on his back, and I straddle my legs on top of him.
“No, you’re going to pay,” I tell him as I lower myself down the length of him.
“That’s it, baby. Work that magical pussy on me.”
“I’m going to put you to bed, Mr. Middleton,” I say, feeling powerfully sexy as I work my hips up and down and side to side.
“Fuck!” he groans as his upward thrusts grow more erratic.
He's getting close.
And so am I.
"Come for me, Megan,” he growls fiercely as he holds my bouncing breasts with his hands. "Let go and give yourself to me completely."
Silly man.
I’ve already given myself to him completely.
His hand slips between my slick pussy to where we're joined, and he rubs tight circles over my aching clit. That's all it takes to send me hurtling over the edge into an orgasm that has me seeing bright white lights.
“Um, YES!" I scream my release, my pussy clamping down around Hunter like a vice as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes through me.
Hunter lets out a hoarse shout as he pulls down at my hips while burying himself to the hilt one final time, finding his own climax. I can feel him pulsing inside me as he comes deep within my walls.
We remain locked together as we ride out the aftershocks of our passion, panting harshly into each other's necks, covered in sand and sweat. My heart feels like it might burst with how much I love this man.
"That was incredible," Hunter murmurs, pressing tender kisses to my neck and collarbone as he slowly withdraws from my still vibrating core. He lifts us back on the chaise, spooning me protectively from behind. “I bet we just made a brother or sister for Deuce.”
I hum in contentment, snuggling back against his strong chest. The warm sun bathes our sated bodies as the sounds of the ocean lull us into a peaceful state. I could happily stay like this forever.
“I bet we did.”
"You are absolutely perfect, Mrs. Middleton," he praises, running a possessive hand over the curves of my hip and thigh. "I'm the luckiest man alive to call you my wife."
“You’re right — you are lucky.”
He playfully slaps one of my ass cheeks.
“That mouth of yours is getting slicker every day.”
I offer a gentle kiss on his lips. “Is it?”
“We should rectify that,” he says, and I feel his dick hardening again against my ass. My pulse quickens with excitement as I turn myself around and slide down Hunter’s body so that my mouth meets my favorite part of his body.
“Oh, we will.”
I slide Hunter’s beautiful dick inside my mouth and try not to choke as I greedily suck him off.
“Damn, that feels so good,” he hisses with pleasure.
I enjoy giving Hunter head, and it turns me on even more than I already was, priming me with wetness that begs for more.
“Come here, baby,” he begs as if he’s a mind reader. “I don’t want to come in your mouth. I need to be inside of you.”
This time, our lovemaking is more deliberate. He takes his time worshipping every inch of me with slow, purposeful strokes designed to drive me wild.
"My beautiful artist,” Hunter murmurs reverently as he lavishes attention on my sensitive breasts with his wicked mouth. "I'm going to make love to you for hours until the sun goes down so that you remember who you belong to now,” he promises darkly.
"Yes, please," I whimper shamelessly, spreading my legs wider in blatant invitation. "I am yours. I will always be yours.”
"God, Megan," he rasps, nuzzling into the crook of my neck and inhaling the scent of my arousal mingling with his own. "You feel exactly like you were made just for me."
"I was," I pant softly, rocking my hips encouragingly.
Hunter draws back slowly before surging forward again with a grunt of satisfaction as he bottoms out inside me. "This sweet little cunt belongs to me now and forever,” he declares fiercely, setting a deep, driving rhythm that quickly has me climbing back toward release.
“Forever,” I moan through my sweet release.
We spend the next five days wrapped in each other’s arms, sharing delicious meals, long walks on our private island, and hours of lovemaking.
It’s absolute paradise.
“Only someone like you could find us a private island for our honeymoon.”
“I have to admit, Ben came through.”
We’re walking together, wading our feet in the soft waves of the Atlantic Ocean.
Hunter laces his fingers through mine, his grip strong, steady—unchanging. The waves lap gently at our ankles, the water warm and soothing, as if the entire ocean is blessing us in its embrace.
“Did you ever imagine when you started working at the Blue Whiskey that you’d end up here…with me?” he asks, his deep voice gravelly, softened by the ocean breeze.
I chuckle. “Never.”
“You happy?”
I glance up at him, my heart swelling at the sight of this man—my husband—my forever. His lips twitch like he’s trying not to smirk because he already knows the answer.
“I am,” I whisper.
His thumb brushes my palm. “Good answer.”
I exhale, watching the horizon, the endless stretch of blue that reminds me of everything ahead of us.
A lifetime.
A family.
A love that will never break, never waver.
“What about you?” I ask softly, turning toward him. “Are you happy?”
Hunter doesn’t hesitate.
He stops walking, pulling me into him, pressing his forehead to mine.
“Never been happier in my fucking life,” he murmurs.
My lips curve into a smile.
The waves kiss our feet, the breeze wraps around us, and in this perfect, stolen moment, I know?—
This is our forever.
The beginning of everything.
And I wouldn’t change a damn thing.
THE END
We’ve come to the end of our love story, and I want to thank you SO much for joining me during this wild ride with Hunter and Megan. I love them so much that I’m writing a few novellas featuring side characters.
First up is Megan’s bestie, Noemi. Read her arranged marriage story completely free (for a limited time) in The Runaway Bride .