Epilogue Damon
Epilogue
Damon
One Month Later…
“By the power vested in me by the State of New York, I now pronounce you married! You may kiss the bride.”
Henry gives Camila a decidedly Not Suitable For Work kiss in front of our family, Camila’s sister Rory and her brother Gabriel, and a few close friends, the judge included. Apparently, Henry and Camila have appeared in his courtroom many times.
They opted to keep the ceremony small so Camila wouldn’t feel pressure to fill up her side of the room, but they’ll be gone for six whole weeks in Fiji on their honeymoon. Henry can’t help but spoil her. He says he’s making up for all the lost time before he made a move.
Camila looks beautiful in a tea-length white dress with a veil over just her eyes and a velvet shawl wrapped around her shoulders.
Henry’s in a navy double-breasted tux with a matching tie.
A diamond tiepin winks when the light catches it.
It wouldn’t be my choice, but I have to admit he looks dapper.
Together, they both look disgustingly happy.
I feel Kendra’s hand tighten around my arm and catch her dabbing at tears with a tissue.
“Do you get this emotional over all your lawyers?” I tease.
She swats my shoulder playfully.
“Just when I’m fucking their brother,” she sasses me back.
From Denise’s snort, she must’ve heard her. Kendra blinks innocently.
“What? It’s not like we’re in a church.”
I shake my head, smiling. If she ever lets me marry her, I’ll be the happiest man alive. Scratch that. I’m already the happiest man alive. Marriage would just be a bonus. But I’m not rushing her. I’ll be ready if and when she is.
“Congratulations, son,” Dad says to Henry, his voice uncharacteristically gruff. We all know he’s a softie underneath all the bluster. Mom, of course, is a mess.
“First my youngest and now my oldest, settled down and married! I’m overwhelmed with happiness!”
Henry and Camila pull Mom into a hug, followed by Maya and Adam.
Cory and Denise are whispering to each other, all smiles, and Kendra is snuggled into my side.
Noah’s the odd man out, trying his best to get the attention of Maya’s friend, Tiffany.
She seems more interested in the bride’s sister, Rory—I can’t wait to see him figure that one out.
The bailiff guides us to the lobby to make room for the next couple, and we take separate limos to the reception at Manhattan Penthouse. As soon as the car door closes, she throws her thigh over mine, her hand in my lap. It happens so fast, I jump.
“We’re only going forty blocks. Are you sure you want to start something?” I ask, my eyes darting nervously to the privacy screen between us and the driver.
“Absolutely,” she answers without hesitation, her hands already unbuckling my belt. “At this time of day, it’ll take the driver at least thirty minutes, and I’ve been wet since I first saw you in that suit.”
I groan when her hand slips into my boxer briefs and grips my length.
“Oh God. Please don’t stop.”
“No promises,” she winks.
Since making up and declaring our love, she’s been insatiable.
In the morning before I go to work. At the studio when Denise is out with Cory.
We even hooked up in my childhood bedroom during Mom and Dad’s New Year’s Eve party, though we were smooth enough not to get caught.
And now, I guess, she’s into the backseat of limos. Not that I’m complaining.
She scoots further down until her knees are on the carpeted floor and takes me in her mouth.
“Kendra,” I hiss. “Your mouth is heaven.”
I’m panting already. Between her hot, wet tongue and her nimble fingers stroking my shaft and balls, I might not make it ten blocks, let alone forty. I gently pull her head off, chuckling when she pouts.
“I think I still owe you some more worship,” I say, kneeling between her thighs and reaching for her panties.
Her distinctive lemon verbena and vanilla scent hits me like a drug, made all the more potent by the perfume of her sex. Her pussy is already weeping down her thighs, threatening to make a wet spot on the back of her dress.
“We can’t have that,” I tsk at the mess, and take her entire heat into my mouth for the deepest, most intimate kiss.
“Ooooh, shiiit,” she moans, making precum leak from my dick. “Just…Mmm…Just like that.”
I keep the same pressure, swirling up and down her crease before circling her clit. She arches her back, pressing herself against me. I love seeing her like this; spread wide and wanton for something only I can give her.
I circle her clit faster, then slide two fingers into her slick channel, moving in and out in a way that I know drives her crazy.
“Damon! Baby, I’m going to cum.”
“Cum for me, baby. Let me taste you.”
She explodes into my mouth, her juices flowing onto my tongue, and I feel high. No one has tasted sweeter. No one has gotten wetter. She’s a dream personified.
“My turn,” she purrs, her smile dangerous.
With surprising strength, she pulls me up onto the seat, throws her thigh over my hip to straddle me, then sinks down, completely bare. I gasp at the indescribable sensation.
“Kendra! I’m not wearing a condom!” I whisper excitedly into her ear. “Oooh fuck! It feels…mmm…incredible, but…ahhh shit!” I groan low in my throat. “Are you sure?”
She bounces up and down on my cock, her pussy still creamy from her earlier orgasm.
“I’m sure,” she whispers back breathlessly. “I started the pill a few weeks ago.”
I exhale in utter ecstasy. I can feel everything. Every quiver. Every pulse. Every fresh wave of arousal that pours into my lap. We’re making a mess, and I could not give a fuck. She’s giving me the gift of trust, of pure intimacy, and I won’t ruin it by worrying about a little dry cleaning.
After an embarrassingly short amount of time, I feel my balls start to tingle and bunch, ready to release.
“I’m going to cum, Madame. Wh-where do you want it?”
At her domme title, she clenches around my shaft like a fist.
“Cum in my pussy,” she pants. “Fill me all the way up.”
I blast into her before she even finishes speaking, so strong my hips buck off the seat.
“Oh God. Oh my God! I’m. Still. Cumming!”
The pleasure is endless and consuming, clearing all thoughts from my head. We breathe together, in and out, sharing each other’s air, until we finally come down.
And see the mess. Thankfully, our clothes were saved, but our underwear and the seats weren’t so lucky.
“We can’t leave this for the driver,” Kendra says with a sigh.
“No, we can’t,” I agree.
We right ourselves, and I tuck our soiled underwear into my jacket pocket.
“I’ve got cleaning stuff at my place,” I offer. “And a change of underwear.”
She plants a quick peck on my lips.
“Brilliant.” With the press of a button, the intercom is on. “Driver? We need to make a quick stop.”