Epilogue
What a fucking way to wake up. I groaned as Oya’s tongue ran up my dick along my Jacob’s Ladder, from the base to the tip.
“You know this is going to make us late, right?” she asked.
I groaned when her tongue swirled around the head of my dick.
“He can wait,” I said, as soon as her mouth engulfed me.
We were supposed to meet Drew for breakfast this morning. Apparently, he wanted to introduce his mother to the woman he was dating. Oya said it had to be serious because he never introduced anyone to her unless he believed it would last. She was so excited.
I gripped her locs, wrapping my hands in them and guiding her mouth further down on my dick until she gagged.
“Fuck, your mouth is fucking glorious. You take my cock so good, sweetheart.”
She moved back up and I pushed her head back down until the pierced tip hit the back of her throat causing a shiver to move through me.
She grabbed my balls, then scraped her nails across them. I hissed from the sharp pain. “Fuck, babe. Do that again.”
She scrapped her nails along my nuts again and my orgasm shot through me so quick. I groaned, pushing her head further down on my erection.
“Goddamn it, Oya,” I moaned as I released in her mouth.
I closed my eyes, relaxed as I tried to catch my breath. She settled beside me, and I pulled her into my arms, then kissed her forehead.
“That was amazing. How about you wake me up like that every morning?”
She laughed. “I wouldn’t mind it. It’s the only time I get a little control in the bedroom.”
She tossed her leg over my body and the peace and contentment I only felt with her encompassed me.
A few years ago, I never believed my life could be like this.
Until her. When Oya walked into my shop three years ago my life changed.
I wasn’t one for complaining. Shit happened the way it happened for a reason.
But now I believed I went through everything I’d gone through to prepare myself for the woman who was cuddled up beside me.
The woman who had shown me love, without asking for shit in return except for my love.
Without that struggle, without that time in prison, I wouldn’t have been prepared for someone like her.
She had her shit together. And she pushed me every day to have mine together too.
I would forever be grateful to whoever or whatever sent her into my shop that night.
“I love you, sweetheart,” I said.
She looked up at me with those beautiful brown eyes and like the first time I’d met her time stopped. She was my everything.
“I love you too.”