Epilogue #2
Then I look at him again. The tux. The clean jaw. The man who built me an empire in silence and slid it across a table like it was nothing.
"We have forty minutes," I say.
"We have thirty-five."
"Thirty-five." I reach down, slowly, and gather the hem of my dress until it’s bunched around my hips.
I watch his composure begin its familiar, beautiful collapse.
"Then you'd better lock the door, Mr. Mostovoi.
Because I've just been handed back my entire power, and I've decided exactly what I want to do with the first of it. "
I sink down onto the edge of the chair in my chosen dress, and I let my hand slide slow down the front of the ivory silk, watching his eyes go dark and his jaw go tight, and for once in my life I am in no hurry at all.
Serik
I don’t waste time locking the door and pulling open my belt.
“You had one rule, Juliette,” I almost growl it.
Her fingers have already slid beneath the white lace that covers her pretty pussy and when she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth my cock hardens instantly to lead.
“What rule?” she asks, all innocence as she presses her middle finger into her center.
“You know exactly what rule.” I pull my cock free and stroke it, unable to take my eyes from what she is doing. “When you need me, you say so. Only I get to pleasure you.”
“Oh,” she says, pulling her finger free and slipping it between her lips, sucking her taste from it. “Well, in that case—”
I’m on her before she can finish her next words. Tearing the lace apart so I can busty my face in her cunt. She holds the back of my head and grinds against my face, taking everything she needs from my mouth until she can’t hold back.
I pull back, dragging her with me until I’m lying on the floor and she is riding my face with a recklessness only she possesses. She shatters in seconds, letting go of her dress in the process which flutters around me in a cloud of white.
I give her exactly thirty seconds before I take her hips and lift her off my face. She is on her knees, pulling the fabric back up to her hips before she has fully finished her orgasm. I’m on my knees behind her just as she collapses forward, filling her tight heat in seconds.
“Take my cock, Juliette, milk me until I’m empty.” I’m ramming into her, holding on to her hips for leverage. “You’re going to walk down that aisle with torn panties and my cum dripping down your thighs.” I’m already insanely close, gritting my teeth against the onslaught of my orgasm.
“Fuck, yes, Serik,” she moans. “Fuck me full of your cum so I can feel how you own me when I say my vows.”
That does it. My vision blurs and she pushes her hips back hard, clenching tight around my cock while my balls empty themselves in hot ropes deep inside her.
“Give it to me,” she demands, her voice sounding far away.
Once my cock stops twitching, I slide her from me and carefully turn her over. Her pretty blonde curls are covered with our juices.
I look at her and she nods, her face flushed and slack with arousal.
It doesn’t take long, because I know exactly what she needs. I spread her legs, take her small bud into my mouth, and suck hard.
The trembling starts immediately. Small tremors that seem to start at her core and spread outwards.
Then I slide two fingers into her slick channel and curl them until I find the soft spongy area that I know gets her close.
Her thighs are shaking either side of my head, her whole body following suit as she lies on the floor.
On the next suck of her clit, I flick my tongue and she comes with a gasp, her back lifting from the floor, her hands coming to my head and holding me in place as her hips snap and jerk against my face.
There’s a small puddle of mess pooled in the underskirts of her dress, but I don’t think either one of us cares.
She lies there, shivering every few seconds with the aftershocks.
“Five minutes until I need to be down there,” I say, maneuvering my half hard cock back into the confines of my clothes.
“I’m pregnant,” she says in response, her body still jerking.
“What?” I ask, my head snapping up to look at her.
“I was going to tell you after, but now felt right.” I take in my bride to be, lying in front of me, her dress a crumpled mess around her hips, her panties torn and revealing her beautiful spent pussy, that flush she always gets on her chest and neck after an orgasm.
Pregnant.
She must have caught that first time, the auction was only six weeks ago…
“Say something,” she says, finally making a move to compose herself.
“I love you,” I say, because even though I never planned it, when I opened my mouth, that’s what came out. “I fucking love every inch of you.”
She grins. “I kind of sort of knew that.”
I raise an eyebrow in challenge. “Oh, you did, did you?” I hold her back from covering herself up. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“You just said you had to go down in five minutes.”
“That was before you told me you’re pregnant. Now I need to fuck you again just to make sure.”
Juliette laughs brightly. “Serik we’ll be late.”
I take her face in my hands and kiss her.
“We’re allowed to be late to our own wedding.”