Epilogue Penelope
It’s been six months since Cameron discovered that Bryce and I were in love. He hadn’t been around much, but Cameron and Bryce often went out and had long talks. When he returned the first time, Bryce was tired but felt they had reached an understanding. That was great not only for us but for them.
About two months ago, Bryce and I were on vacation, and he proposed. That’s why I’m clutching the wall in front of me with my wedding dress hiked up as Bryce fucks me from behind.
“I thought it was bad luck to see the bride on her wedding day before the ceremony?” I pant as I grip the wall for support.
Bryce wraps his arm around my waist and thrusts inside me.
“Well, I can only see the back. I think that’s good enough. I need you too badly. I want you dripping with my cum as you walk down that aisle,” he growls, and I moan.
“Oh. Okay.”
Bryce reaches in front of me and starts rubbing my clit.
“Shit!” I cry out, and he reaches up, covering my mouth.
“Shh, darling. Can’t have people catch Daddy fucking the bride before the wedding, can we?”
I shake my head and moan against his mouth as he fucks me faster. He rubs me quicker, and soon I’m shooting off like a rocket. Crying out into his hand as he growls in my ear. He comes. Jets of cum coat my inner walls as I grip him tightly.
We pant against the wall, and when he pulls out, I feel our juices sliding down my leg.
“Don’t clean that up,” he commands, and I hear him leave.
I smile as I walk down the aisle. The knowledge that I’m sticky with Bryce’s cum as I walk toward him and the priest makes me giggle. It’s enough to make more arousal leak down my leg. I’m glad I ditched my underwear because it would’ve been a waste, anyway.
The vows are said, and once done, I can’t even hear the cheers as Bryce carries me to the car.
“No reception?” I ask.
“Maybe later. I need you now.”
We pull over on the side of some dirt road, and I straddle Bryce’s lap. He groans as he slides his length inside me.
“Of fuck. That’s it. Fuck Daddy’s cock, baby.” My hips rock on him as he whispers dirty things in my ear.
“My sweet girl. That’s it. Come on me, wife. Come all over Daddy’s cock.”
“Yes!” I cry out and shatter around him.
As far as weddings go, this has to be my favorite. Not only because it’s mine but because every hour or so, Bryce and I would sneak away and fuck. The reception was fun, and it was nice to dance and drink.
This was the start of the rest of my life. My life with Bryce. The days before getting cats and renovating rooms, turning them into nurseries. This is the life I always wanted. I just didn’t know it would be with my ex’s dad.
I went looking for revenge, instead I found love.