Epilogue
Reagan
Two months later
“Umm, Miss K,” one of my adorable students said, a little girl named Evie, in between fits of giggles. She tugged on my skirt, and I smiled down at her.
“Yes, Evie?”
“Who’s that?” She pointed at the door and my head snapped up to find my very handsome, very amazing boyfriend standing in the doorway of my kindergarten classroom. My whole face broke out into a huge smile and a heat crept up my cheeks.
“That would be my friend. Shall we invite him inside?” I looked between Evie and Wilde, whose eyes danced with mischief. He was picking me up for an early Friday afternoon date as he had picked up an overtime evening shift and he refused to skip our custom Friday date nights.
Even if we spent every night in bed together since I moved into his cabin last night. It only made sense; I was there every night. Plus, I’ve been bringing my dog, Jem, a white and black Shepard, over occasionally to introduce her to Otis. Eventually, the plan is to move her in, too.
“Yes! He can draw a picture with us.” Evie beamed as she ran towards the door. I followed quickly behind her as Wilde watched with amusement. “Hi!”
“Hi there, how’s your day going?” Wilde asked Evie, her cheeks blushing red. See, I’m not the only one affected by his charms.
“Good. Want to color? Come on!” She took him by the hand without waiting for an answer and pulled him inside towards her desk.
Papers and crayons covered Evie’s table, a couple of other students coloring, too.
The small bunch of kids often stayed after school with me while waiting for their parents to get off work, an extra program I volunteered at to help the school and my kids out.
How could I say no to kids like Evie? Besides, we did fun activities like coloring, playing outside, and making arts and crafts.
“Sure! Is Miss K coloring, too?”
I chuckled. “Seeing as we have another ten minutes until pick up, why not?”
All of us colored around the table, Wilde telling the kids an animated story about a bear in the woods. The kids couldn’t peel their attention away from him. And frankly, neither could I.
His voice soothed while drawing you in and as I watched him animate the story, I thought of how great of a dad he would make. Swoon My ovaries were bursting.
And later, after an early dinner and a ride through town, I led him to the bedroom with exactly one hour until he had to leave for work. Exactly one hour for me to have my way with him.
After slipping off his jacket, I slowly undressed him, kissing every inch of skin as it became exposed. With only his boxers left, I gently pushed him onto the bed and began a striptease for him.
I wiggled my hips back and forth and teased him with each piece of clothing I removed, tossing the pieces onto his face. When I was down to only my bra and panties, I climbed into his lap and kissed him.
Wilde was so turned on and ready for me, his hands feeling my bare skin, his fingers unlatching my bra, his eyes watching as my breasts tumbled out before him, darkening into slits of desire.
His mouth found mine, his tongue diving inside as he explored and tasted, claiming what was his over and over again. His hardness pressed against me, and I rubbed my pussy on it, desperate for the friction, wanting him inside me so badly.
But first, I wanted to ride his face.
I gently motioned for him to lie back on the bed, and I got to my feet, slipping my panties off and tossing them to the side. Then I climbed back on top of him and moved until my pussy hovered above his handsome face.
“Sit on my fucking face, baby. I’ve been thinking about tasting you all damn day.”
His words were enough to send shivers through me, a dull ache settling deep in my stomach, my pussy throbbing, all things he could take care of for me.
I inched down lower and lower until my pussy covered his mouth, his tongue peeking out and landing on my clit. Using my knees and hands, I rode the shit out of his face, rubbing my pussy and clit all over his sexy beard, the friction insane.
I grabbed at my breasts and nipples as I got closer, soaking his beard with all of my juices.
It felt so fucking good, I wanted to explode.
A minute later, I did, all over his handsome face.
And then he grabbed me by the waist, flipped me over onto my stomach, and entered me from behind, fucking me raw and hard, while pulling my hair, until we both came together.
To say I was in love with this man was an understatement.
I was madly in love with him.
And there was no one else I’d ever give my heart to.
THE END
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