Epilogue
Paisley
One year later
The sun shone high in the sky, not a cloud in sight. A cool breeze rustled the trees and flowers bloomed, a promise of more good weather and a dry spring.
As I stepped out onto the back porch, the wind rustled my hair and my dress, but the set up was like a page out of a storybook wedding. Flowers upon flowers decorated the yard, along the fence, the porch railing, and above, hanging from a string. And the archway.
The archway where would stand and say our vows stood out in the middle of the yard. Flowers hung off the sides and decorated the top, vines and ivy leaves joining in.
All of it took my breath away.
Our wedding was to be a private ceremony, in our backyard, on this gorgeous spring day. I prayed for no rain and so far, we might be in the clear. Only Isaiah, me, and the officiant were in attendance, just like how we planned.
Gruff would also take part as our ring bearer, and he would walk down the aisle with the rings attached to his collar.
It could end up a disaster, but we couldn’t leave out our fur baby.
Gruff had grown on me over the past year, and I must admit, I loved him like he was my own. Even when he was a big slobbery mess.
Isaiah’s hands slipped around my waist from behind and I gasped, startled by his unexpected appearance. “Hey! You’re not supposed to see me in my wedding dress before the wedding! It’s bad luck.” I teased and leaned back against him, his hands running over my belly and hips.
“I can’t help myself. You look so fucking delicious.”
I spun around and slipped my arms around his neck, his hands now moving lower to my ass, where he cupped and caressed my cheeks.
Isaiah growled into my neck. “I don’t think I can wait until after the ceremony.”
I laughed, lowering my arms and grabbing his before stepping backwards.
It was no use. His strength outmatched mine, and he wrapped me in his arms once again.
He kissed my lips, long and slow, savoring and tasting.
His hardness rubbed against my lower belly and internally, I cheered.
I’d never tire of turning this man on. It was so fucking hot.
“We can’t, baby. We’re going to start soon.” I said against his lips, but he wasn’t hearing me.
“I’ll be quick.” He lifted me into his arms and threw me over his shoulder like I weighed absolutely nothing. I yelped, giggles escaping as he walked into the kitchen.
Isaiah set me down on my feet, hiked up my skirt, and lifted me up again onto the kitchen counter. “Get ready, sweetheart.”
But before the words finished leaving his mouth, he whipped his dick out and pushed it inside.
We both cried out as I adjusted to his size, my pussy stretching around his thick, stiff cock.
And then he moved back and forth, gaining speed with every passing second.
It was hard, fast, and almost punishing, but so fucking good.
I pressed my body against his, my mouth clamping down on his shoulder, as he fucked me hard on the kitchen counter, slapping skin and moans filling the surrounding air.
Isaiah let out a loud howl as he came hard, filling me with his hot seed, my orgasm following close behind, my pussy squeezing his dick as I convulsed with pleasure.
“Fucking hell.” I mumbled as pleasure shocks ran through me.
“I fucking love you, sweetheart.” Isaiah said before kissing me.
“I love you too. So much.”
THE END
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