Epilogue
I t’s crazy to think that a year ago, my biggest concern was loneliness, and now here I am, weeks out from my best friend’s arranged marriage to a groom she still hasn’t met while having a three-month-old baby girl at home. Despite numerous attempts and promises, the plan for her to meet him before their big day never happened. Much to her frustration, but she’s still adamant about going through with it, so here we are trying on wedding dresses together.
Owen is such a girl dad, doting on April non-stop, which makes this a tad easier. But still, planning a wedding when we have no clue who the groom is or what he would like is a headache. The only information we’ve been able to get out of my dad is that the groom has said it’s to be Abbie’s dream wedding with no expenses spared.
According to Abbie, this means we’re also planning mine at the same time since it’s set to take place a few weeks after hers.
In her words, “Babe, if we have your wedding already booked and planned, then surely I’ll be able to convince him to delay moving me until after your big day.”
Sounds chaotic, but that’s life in the Four Points, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. If it means I get to have my best friend as my maid of honour as well as being hers, then fuck it, bring on the chaos. I only hope her groom is someone who can grow to love her and that she can grow to love as well.
* * *
“Mummy’s home,” I sing as I open the front door and let myself in after Liam dropped me off. The only thing to greet me at the door is our tuxedo kitten, Socks, and silence. This is odd because Owen is usually a huge fan of having music playing at all times, claiming silence is too eerie.
With a frown, I walk further into the house, stopping in the doorway to the living room. There, on the sofa, is Owen passed out, one arm hanging off the sofa while the other clutches April to his chest. She’s sleeping peacefully on him for the first time in weeks. I snap a quick photo before kicking off my shoes and padding over to the two of them.
I kiss the back of her head, inhaling that sweet baby smell, before placing a kiss on Owen’s latest tattoo. On the blank spot over his heart, he now has both my name and our daughter’s names in a flaming heart, a nod to the heart he proposed to me in. Every time I see it, it makes me stupidly happy to see him so willingly and proudly wear our names on him.
“Hey, beautiful.” His sleep-rough voice still gives me butter flies every time I hear it.
“Hey sleepy.” I laugh as I kiss him, and all this moving about rouses April, who starts to cry. Lifting her off him and cuddling her close, I start rocking her until she settles again. When I look up, Owen is looking at me with a hungry look on his face as he says, “What do you think about Grandma taking her for a few hours?”
“I think you should go pack her nappy bag while I feed her.” Not needing to be told twice, he shoots off the sofa, and I laugh before heading into the kitchen to feed our hungry little Miss.
* * *
With our daughter safely in her grandparents’ care and me just getting the all-clear from the doctor earlier this week, there’s no doubt in either of our minds what’s on the cards when Owen comes back from dropping her off. So, I figured why not surprise him by bringing one of his fantasies to life?
A while back, as part of our ongoing twenty-questions game, he confessed that one of his biggest fantasies was the whole schoolgirl thing. So, when I came across my old school uniform, I stashed it in my chest of drawers so he wouldn’t find it and ruin the surprise.
Pulling it on, it’s clear it doesn’t fit in a way that could be worn in public anymore. The skirt is way too short, and the blouse refuses to button over my fuller tits, which makes it perfect for this. When I hear our front door open and him call out my name, I quickly get into position, on my knees at the edge of the bed, knees spread wide enough for him to see my lack of underwear. The look on his face as he enters the room is well worth it.
With a hungry groan, he dives on me, fusing our mouths and tasting my moans as he gropes my tits. I’m so wet I can feel it dripping onto the bed, and it’s not long before he notices too. With a hungry groan, he pushes me back so he can bury his head between my thighs, diving in and eating me like there’s no tomorrow.
“Fuck, I love the taste of you,” he moans as I come for him. I’m still shaking with the aftershocks when he twists me round to be on my hands and knees at the edge of the bed before standing behind me and spanking my ass. With a groan, he spreads my cheeks apart, revealing his second surprise of the night: a red-jewelled butt plug.
“You want to be my dirty schoolgirl, baby? Is that it?” With a groan, he keeps massaging my ass cheeks, spreading them apart as I shake my ass at him. If he keeps me waiting, I might just combust.
“What are you going to do to punish me, sir? ”
“Oh, just you wait.” With a growl, he delivers a final spank to my ass before moving on to play with the butt plug. Pulling it out far enough to have me clenching, trying to keep it in me, he then roughly thrusts it back in while playing with my clit.
“Please, Owen, I need more. I need you,” I’m panting, thrusting my ass back as my pussy clenches around nothing and my arousal drips down my inner thighs. If he doesn’t fuck me soon, I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands. “You desperate, baby? Do you need this big, hard cock in your needy pussy? Or maybe in your slutty ass, hmm?” The bed dips under his weight as he gets off the bed, and the sound of his belt coming off has me whimpering as I slide my hand down to play with my own clit.
“I need it so bad. So fucking bad. Please give it to me, claim what’s yours.”
“Crawl over here, show me how much you want it.”
Twisting around to see him standing at the bottom of our bed, cock in hand, dripping with pre-cum, has me damn near panting as I make my way over to him. Not wasting a second, I lick the head, moaning at the taste, before taking him deeper.
“Oh yeah, just like that, baby, fuck.” His approval has me doubling my efforts until, with a tug on my hair, he stops me. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come down your throat before I get a chance to fuck your ass, and we can’t have that, can we? Turn around, head down, ass up like a good slut.”
How this man was a virgin before me and yet has the power to have me dripping with only a few words, I’ll never be able to comprehend, but damn am I here for it. Doggy style is easily one of my favourite positions thanks to how deep it makes his dick go, and I can only imagine what that means for anal. With anticipation doubling by the second, I manoeuvre to how he wants me as I listen to him grab the supplies.
As the bed dips with his weight, he doesn’t waste a second in thrusting home. Hard and fast, just the way we like it. Fuck, I’m tempted to beg him to forget about my ass and just fuck my pussy tonight.
“Fuck, your cock always feels so good,” I moan as he fucks me at a punishing pace, slapping my ass before kneading it, only to slap it again a second later.
“Such a good girl, getting my cock nice and wet for that tight ass.” He growls as he grinds against me, then starts playing with the plug again. Just when I’m about ready to beg him to stop teasing and start fucking, he takes the plug out completely.
The sound of the lube cap opening has me whimpering in anticipation as he pours a liberal amount on his fingers before gently easing them inside me.
“Oh, you’re ready for this, aren’t you? Your ass is gripping me tight, baby. It’s begging for my cock, and who am I to deny it, hmm?” With that, he pulls out of my pussy, leaving me clenching around nothing as I feel him line himself up with my ass. With a kiss to the middle of my back, he eases himself inside and, holy shit. If I thought I was full before when he fingered my ass, then this is a whole other sensation.
Back arching, I’m a moaning mess as he thrusts inside me, all the while groaning out praises about how good it feels. How perfect I am. And it’s not long before the combination of praise, the taboo of being fucked up my ass, and playing with my clit has me shattering on his cock. Screaming my release into the duvet, I bring him over the edge with me. With a shout, I feel him cum inside me before he gently moves far enough away to roll me over to my back.
“Holy shit, that was…” I trail off, looking at him in wonder- ment. Anal orgasms might just be my new favourite thing.
“That was amazing, baby, but I’m not done with you yet.” That smirk has me clenching as he lowers himself between my thighs, and just when I think I know what he’s going to do… nope. Instead of licking my pussy, he starts eating my ass, and the combined taboo of his tongue down there and him tasting his own cum has me coming in record speed. As I lie there trying to catch my breath with him resting his head on my stomach, I can’t help but think about just how much my life has changed for the better over the last year.
A man who loves me with his whole soul.
A beautiful daughter who I can’t wait to watch grow up.
A dad who loves me and my daughter more than life.
The journey to get here may have been paved with obstacles and pain, but I wouldn’t change a thing about it.
It made me who I am, and now I know that together we’re strong enough to withstand anything that comes our way. And with Abbie’s wedding around the corner and threats still beating down our door, that strength may just be needed.
THE END