Epilogue
ONE YEAR LATER
BLUE
“Daddy, I don’t know why you’re giving my stepmom such a hard time. She’s a baddie; of course, the men are gonna hound her when she goes anywhere. Especially when we’re together,” Erica laughs, teasing Bishop.
I do my best to hold in my laughter, but when I get a good look at my husband’s face, I bust out laughing. Bishop is so easy to tease these days, especially when it’s his daughter doing the taunting.
“You know I don’t play that baddie bullshit. Where’s the Banker at anyway? You’re gettin’ on my damn nerves,” Bishop grumbles.
Erica and I continue laughing at Bishop’s expense. We both know he loves when we all get together. He’s constantly talking about his baby girl and how they don’t spend any time together since she’s all loved up with her husband.
They’ve been married for a few years now, and they still act like newlyweds. They are so stinking cute together. Erica’s husband, Roman, takes all our shenanigans in stride. Our family is a hodgepodge of characters, but I love them all.
“Erica, leave your daddy alone. You know he’s sensitive,” I say before kissing Bishop’s pouting lips.
I swear my husband is the biggest baby. I never would have guessed that the great, wise, loner Bishop was a big ol’ softy. He’s my hard-boiled egg. Hard on the outside, soft on the inside.
The way he loves me makes me soft too. The man has been my biggest supporter after everything we went through.
Losing Mama, killing Chauncey, grieving, and living with the trauma hasn’t been an easy road.
I woke up many nights, screaming from nightmares.
It was always the same one each time. Chauncey killing my mama, then turning the gun on me.
However, unlike in reality, where Brick jumps in to save me, I get shot.
Time hasn’t made losing Mama any easier, but thank God my family has been there for me every step of the way. Bishop has been my rock and truly loved me through everything. My doubts, my fears, and even my insecurities didn’t stop him from loving me.
“Don’t be telling people I’m sensitive. These assholes will try to take advantage of me,” Bishop whispers in my ear before kissing me senseless.
“The only one that’s gonna take advantage of you is me,” I say, breathless from our kiss.
“Excuse us, family. Me and my Old Lady got some things to discuss.” Bishop stands, picking me up and heading towards the stairs of the clubhouse.
“I know that’s right. Go make me a sibling!” Erica calls out, cackling loudly.
We leave the party to catcalls and whistles. I tuck my face into Bishop’s broad chest, laughing. We make it up to our room quickly, and Bishop slams the door.
He drops me on the bed and hovers over my body. He runs his finger down my face before kissing my lips tenderly.
“I love you,” he whispers before kissing me again.
“I love you too,” I say, returning his kiss.
Bishop takes his time stripping off my clothes before taking off his. He worships my body with his calloused hands. Rubbing me softly, making me moan with anticipation. I love my husband’s touch. He sets my body on fire in all the right ways.
I whimper when he slips his finger inside my quivering center. I roll my hips to the rhythm he sets. Moving up and down, and round and round. I’m chasing that feeling of euphoria only he can give me.
Bishop rubs my nub hard with his thumb while pushing two fingers inside of me.
When he leans down and sucks my hard nipple into his warm mouth, I nearly combust. The obscene sounds that are coming from my lips are probably against the law somewhere.
I’m glad there’s a party raging on downstairs, and they can’t hear my wanton screams.
“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” Bishop moans.
He slides down my body, and before I know it, his mouth replaces his fingers. My breath hitches when he sucks my pussy lips into his mouth. He licks and slurps my core so good that I begin to ride his face like a cowgirl.
“Yes, baby. Eat that shit. Yes!” I squeal, feeling the beginnings of my orgasm.
When Bishop adds a finger, I explode. The man’s mouth is magical, but his dick is out of this world. I squirm, waiting impatiently for him to put it in.
“Please,” I beg.
“I got you, baby.”
Bishop works his dick inside little by little. I can feel every ridge and vein of his massive member. He fits inside me so snug that I’m breathless. I can’t believe I get to love this man for the rest of my life.
When he’s all the way in, we both moan. Bishop starts moving, swirling his hips and pumping up and down. I match his movements, swearing and moaning out my pleasure.
“Damn, baby. You feel so fucking good.”
Bishop turns me over and props me up on all fours. He enters me again swiftly and slaps me on my ass. The new position has him hitting my G-spot over and over again until I come undone.
He thrusts through my orgasm, slapping my ass and praising me. Bishop tells me how sexy I am, and how lucky he is to have such a beautiful wife. When his thrusts become faster and harder, I know he’s close.
“Cum for me, baby. I can feel how hard you are,” I encourage, slamming my ass back into him.
Bishop moans and grips my hips tighter. He doesn’t let up on his punishing pace. He wraps his arm around my waist and starts rubbing my clit. The move sends me crashing over the edge, and Bishop follows me over.
We lay in the bed, wrapped up in one another. The familiar thump of the music still beats downstairs. When our breathing finally slows, Bishop gets up and gets a wash rag to wipe me down, then himself.
“I’m so glad you chased me down.”
“I know you fucking lying. Didn’t nobody chase you,” I say, laughing.
Bishop lets out a big belly laugh, then kisses the top of my head.
“I love you, Blue Younger.”
“I love you too, Edward Younger.”
I’m so happy that I gave in and let myself become entranced with the hellhound.
THE END.