Epilogue An Article In The Paper Clearing My Name #3
“Let Daddy fuck up into you,” he rasps. “Fuck fuck fuck SHIT!”
Then Kent loses it. I feel the heat of him explode inside me, pulse after pulse, as he lets out a conquering shout, so loud that it reverberates within the office.
I cry out again, my asshole absorbing the harsh pounding, my anal rim raw and red, even as my rectum continues to clench with violent ripples.
“Mmm yes!” I scream. “So good!”
Kent continues to pulse and howl, shooting rope after rope of creamy come into my back channel. There’s so much it leaks out around his shaft and down his balls, soiling his suit pants and probably even the chair.
“Fuck!” he howls one more time before seating himself deep into my rectum and pulsing the last drops of jizz into my butt. “Oh shit!”
He collapses back in the chair, holding me to him, cock still buried in my rectum, both of us panting and ruined.
After a minute, he kisses my shoulder, then my neck, then my ear.
“You are the only one,” he whispers. “The only fucking one for me, Mary Kate. Fuck, what the hell just happened?”
I wriggle a bit, still in his lap, and touch his cheek. I run my fingers through his stubble, and giggle. “You were just ass bombed, Daddy. Why, didn’t you like it?”
He pulls me close, seizing my chin to kiss me over my shoulder. The kiss is passionate and deep, possessive, dirty, and yet romantic too.
“I loved it,” he rasps. “Fuck, I don’t know if I’ll survive another session like that.”
I giggle again, my engagement ring glinting in the light.
“Well, you’re stuck with me now,” I murmur while leaning forward to pull my butt off of his massive cock. The veiny shaft slides out, large and slippery, and Kent groans as he looks at my gape before rubbing one finger over the open pleats, and then putting his finger into his mouth.
“I love every part of you, Mary Kate,” he breathes into my hair as I snuggle in his lap. “Every single thing.”
“And I love everything about you too,” I whisper against his broad chest, smiling.
We stay like that, tangled together in the leather chair, as the light fades from the windows and the house goes quiet around us.
Outside, the world keeps spinning, but for now, there is only this: his arms around me, the bruises on my hips, the tenderness of my behind, and the promise of a thousand more nights just like this one.
I close my eyes, let my head fall against his chest, and breathe him in.
Happily ever after isn’t a fairy tale.
It’s this, and now, I’ll have it forever.
THE END