Epilogue
AKIRA
“You’re sucking me right in,” River growls so damn sexily. “All stretched and soft, the perfect shape for my cock.”
“Give me more of that oversized dick, beads and all,” I moan. I’m horny as fuck.
We were getting ready, then our eyes met, and suddenly we were on each other. Now I’m bent over the table and about to be fucked. I love my life.
His hand leaves my ass, and I feel his fingers brushing over my spine, trailing up, only stopping to linger on my old burns. The delicate way he always caresses my wounds makes me melt. I curl my fingers over the edge of the table and wiggle my ass in invitation.
“I’ll fuck you so hard, I’ll blow your mind,” he lets me know, spreading my cheeks open.
That’s good since we don’t have much time. “Yes, sir,” I say in the sexiest purr I can manage.
He plunges inside me fast and hard, filling me perfectly. It sends rapture straight to my brain. He’s pressing against all the nerve endings, surging into me deeper, harder, stronger. His large hands holding my hips still.
“Fuuuuck, your ass is amazing.” He’s already pounding it, giving it to me furiously. The obscene sound of my wet hole swallowing and slurping his cock fills the room.
“Every time we fuck, you loosen up more. You open to my every thrust.” He follows his words with powerful, mind-short-circuiting thrusts just to show me how easily I take him now.
Of course, I do since he slides that gigantic thing inside me every chance he gets…
not that I’m complaining. But I thought I was the nympho in this relationship.
He shifts to the left, hitting my prostate just right and making my dick weep as it keeps rubbing over the hard surface.
“Shit, bunny, I can feel you in my stomach, and it’s so good,” I slur, ready to orgasm.
“So good,” he echoes my pleasure.
I press my cheek on the cold table, bliss swamping me, my inner walls tightening in anticipation of the major climax that is building. No one could ever make me feel this much but River. His pace is mind-numbing perfection, not too slow, not too hard.
“Fuck those smirky moles!” he hisses.
Those what?
The hard spank he gives my ass cheek makes my eyes cross, and I forget all about moles and smirkiness.
“Lift your hips higher, so that I can fuck you real good.” His rumbly voice and the filthy promise in it makes me shake all over with eagerness.
Before I can do anything, his hands move, leaving my waist. One grips my shoulder, the other pushes my ass further up and then delves between my legs.
It massages my balls for a few too short moments, and then wraps around my throbbing dick.
His fingers start jerking it while his cock is fucking me with abandon.
I let out a scream, unable to hold the ecstasy in anymore.
The world explodes around me in rapture, and I arch my body and clench hard around his pounding dick.
Beautiful white lights invade my sight. I feel his heavy body pressing against my back, his teeth gripping my shoulder, piercing my skin, tasting my blood, and sending more pleasure throughout my body.
While I’m still riding my climax, he turns me belly up and pushes my knees open and toward my chest, opening my hole up. He goes as far inside me as possible, and snarls his bliss in my face. Snarls. So fucking hot.
I grab his cheeks and bite his lower lip, sucking it hard in my mouth.
My insides are quite sensitive since I just came, but his pumping dick feels so amazing every time he gets balls deep inside. I sink my nails into his ass cheeks to pull him even deeper.
“Can you hear this?” he pants with a deep voice, his hand wrapped around my neck. “It’s the sound your asshole is making when it gets fucked over and over by the only cock you’ll ever taste.”
OMG, when I think he can’t get any filthier, he gets my dick hard again. He really is the only one for me.
“I’ll make you cream every fucking time.”
Yep, definitely the only one.
The skin slapping against skin, the feel of body on body, the veins bulging over his muscles and smooth skin. How can I possibly not crave him?
“I imagined rubbing my cock over your face and unloading on your chest, shooting on these rosy nipples, covering these sexy pecs, and rolling down your hard abs,” I confess, yielding to the urge of sucking his chin.
His blue eyes turn molten, and he lunges for my mouth. He sucks. He bites. He kisses me with utter ownership. I nearly sob with satisfaction. My hands go into his hair and hold his face to mine as I take control of his mouth.
He rams into me, over and over, and unlike the grip on my throat, the thrusts of his hips are bruisingly strong. I feel so unbelievably wanted as his lips brush against my hairline, his hot breath, his grunts loud and harsh. It’s all so damn perfect.
“Finish inside me, sir,” I beg him, as my dick leaks on my belly.
It only takes a few more seconds of him rutting into me, and then he roars and his body jerks violently.
I get that glorious sensation of him unloading inside me.
His warm jizz fills me up as I squeeze my inner walls around his thick cock, draining it of all it’s got.
Each jerk spills more cum inside me. The hot jets filling me make me purr with satisfaction at the rightfulness of it, of having this man inside me. With me.
I own him wholly, with my body, with my heart, and with my black soul.
He suddenly presses his front to mine, and using his abs, he starts stroking my aching cock. His cock is battering my ass once again, while his hard, smooth skin strokes against my length. His hand slides down and pulls at my balls, while the other one plays with my sensitive nipple.
He’s attacking me on every front.
“Shower my chest with cum, baby, come on,” he says, remembering what I told him earlier. This man. He always gives me what I want.
I cry out, and once again, ropes of cum leave my tip as I feel like shattering into a million pieces, floating around to surge with his to tie us forever into one.
I sink against the table, exhausted. Dopey smile in place.
A little while later I open my eyes to stare into his beautiful ones. “Fuck, don’t pull out just yet,” I complain when he starts to move.
We’ve been doing it so many times in the last month that it’s more natural for me to have him inside me than out.
He doesn’t look away. “Wasn’t about to. Just wanted to show you my cum-covered chest,” he teases me.
But it is a beautiful masterpiece. He is.
He has his hair in a bun on the top of his head.
He never covers his left side anymore. People still stare, and I still flip them off or cut them. But I like this new carefree River.
Our faces nearly touch with him bent over me, our bodies still joined as his hand eases away from my dick. He licks the jizz off his palm, sending a shiver down to my toes, and then brushes his fingers over the bunny earring.
“What is it, baby bunny?”
He’s looking at me so intensely. He responds, placing his lips on mine. I quickly found out River loves to make out. And he has an entire repertoire of kisses.
The soft kisses that he randomly plants on me when we are at our place, watching cartoons, eating, planning the demise of my enemies.
The teasing ones to rile me up while we are sparring.
The long, exasperated ones to shut me up or make me forget something.
The hot ones that he doesn’t seem to be able to resist giving me while we shower.
The horny kisses that are designed to make me lose my mind and end with my ass being filled up with dick.
The ones out of jealousy and possessiveness—those are my fucking favorite.
And kisses like the one he’s giving me now, needy and warm.
They make me feel as though I did it. I found out the meaning of life, of my life. And it’s River.
“From today forward, I’m yours and you are mine, until we die,” he whispers possessively, licking between my lips before pulling back.
“Nonsense. We’ve always belonged to each other,” I retort, because it’s true.
He grins, and I feel the need to poke the bear. “Is it okay for me to miss your ornery self?”
He raises a brow at me, “Keep talking, and he’ll be back in no time.”
“If you love me...” I add.
He cuts me off, “I’m starting to question that.”
I smirk at him. “And the ornery bunny is back! Aww, you do love me.”
He shakes his head and then pulls out of me a little too fast. I wanted ornery…
Our montsuki—the Japanese man’s wedding formal wear—are hanging on the rack near the window.
Mine is a white silk kimono to his black, both with the river snakes, the family mon on the back and sleeves, paired with gray silver pleated pants.
I wanted to use a bolder color for mine, but Ane-san forbade it.
I dyed the tips of my hair white for the ceremony as well, which will start very soon. Fuck!
The sexy, white lace top of sheer mesh with a double tie-front closure at the triangle cups and matching thongs Joel made especially for me is waiting in the en suite bathroom. I don’t want River to see it yet. I want him to rip it off my body with his teeth later.
I’m about to head there when the heavy knocking starts outside the fitting room door.
“Who is it?” I ask as I grab some wet tissues to clean myself.
“The kumicho would like you to know that if you don’t come out in the next ten minutes, she will castrate both of you and then hang your appendages at the entrance of her house,” a man’s voice states, surely one of her guys in black.
“Which house?” I ask without an ounce of fear. River throws a towel at my face, coming out of the bathroom.
What? I mouth at him. She has like ten properties.
“We are coming.” River raises his voice enough to reach the other side of the door.
“Get ready.” He uses his sir commanding voice, but the peck he lands on my lips is sweet.