Epilogue
Three Months Later
Three months had passed since that fateful brunch at my sister’s house.
The family drama had eventually settled into a tense but resigned acceptance.
Dylan had stopped reaching out entirely.
Margaret still sent occasional awkward texts, but Sutton and I had built something real — intense, passionate, and undeniably ours.
We were in my penthouse now, the city lights sparkling through the large windows. Sutton stood in the living room wearing nothing but one of my dress shirts, unbuttoned just enough to tease. She had moved in two weeks ago, and the sight of her in my space still stirred something primal in me.
I came up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her back against my chest. “You’ve been a very good girl today,” I murmured, kissing the side of her neck. “Wearing that little plug I put in you this morning while you worked from home.”
Sutton shivered, pressing her ass back against me. “It made me so wet thinking about you all day.”
I slid my hand under the shirt, finding her soaked and ready. I pushed two fingers inside her, feeling the plug nestled in her other hole. “Good. Because I’m going to take both of these tight little holes tonight.”
I bent her over the back of the couch, spreading her legs wide.
I removed the plug slowly, watching her tight ring flutter as it came out.
I replaced it with the thick head of my cock, pressing forward inch by inch, savoring the way her ass stretched around me.
Sutton moaned loudly, pushing back to take me deeper, her body trembling with the intense fullness.
“Fuck, Jack… you’re so big,” she gasped, her voice strained with pleasure.
I gripped her hips tightly and started fucking her with deep, possessive strokes, gradually building speed. “This ass is mine,” I growled, my voice rough. “Just like this pussy. Just like every fucking part of you. I own you, Sutton. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she cried out, her voice echoing through the penthouse. “All of me belongs to you—oh God, harder!”
I fucked her relentlessly, switching between her ass and pussy, claiming every hole with long, powerful thrusts.
I would pull out of her ass and slam into her pussy, then switch back again, keeping her constantly filled and overwhelmed.
I reached around to rub her clit in fast, firm circles, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
Her moans grew louder and more desperate with every switch, her body shaking as I used her completely.
“Please, Jack… I need to come,” she begged, her voice breaking.
I kept the brutal rhythm, alternating between her two tight holes while my fingers worked her clit without mercy.
When she finally came, it was explosive.
Sutton screamed my name at the top of her lungs, her entire body convulsing violently as both her pussy and ass clenched around me in powerful waves.
Her release squirted around my cock, soaking my thighs and the floor beneath us.
I kept thrusting through her orgasm, drawing it out mercilessly until she was a trembling, whimpering mess, barely able to hold herself up.
Only then did I bury myself deep in her pussy and fill her with another load of hot cum, groaning her name as I emptied myself inside her in heavy, pulsing waves.
Afterward, I pulled her into my arms on the couch, holding her close as we caught our breath.
“You’re mine, Sutton,” I whispered, kissing her forehead. “And I’m never letting you go.”
She smiled up at me, content and thoroughly satisfied. “Good. Because I don’t want you to.”