Epilogue
CANDACE - ONE YEAR LATER
Knox opened up a door for me that I could have sworn I had sealed shut long ago. He stood by me while I learned to love myself, while showing me what it feels like to be loved so fiercely by another.
Staring at my reflection in our penthouse apartment bathroom, I finally recognize the woman looking back at me. Someone I’ve learned to love and care for through all of my worst days.
Adjusting the straps below my wine-red brassiere, I twist my body to the side, checking out how my lace panties accentuate my curves. My long black hair cascades down my back, a stark contrast to the pink I wore for so long.
The night Jason died, something shifted inside of me. I became a deeper, more intentional version of myself. A change in my appearance felt necessary to embrace the new devious way that I felt.
I grin, liking what I see in my reflection, and know that Knox will too. Grabbing the lollipop off the counter, I unwrap it and pop it in my mouth. Turning on my heel, I strut towards the bedroom feeling confident as ever in my ability to bring my man to his knees.
Opening the door, I clear my throat, pulling Knox’s attention away from his book.
He lies back against the headboard of our bed, his tattooed, buff chest bare, wearing only a pair of reading glasses that makes butterflies flutter in my pussy.
I’m willing to bet he’s not wearing anything below the blankets and that thought alone makes it hard for me to keep my cool.
His eyes darken at the sight of me, and a guttural groan from deep within his chest comes out of his mouth.
“Are you eating candy?” He asks, and I pull the lollipop out of my mouth, sucking it with such force that it comes out with a “pop”.
“Well, that’s fitting,” he growls and tosses his book onto the nightstand.
Knox rips the blankets off his body and lunges at me like a ferocious animal.
A squeal leaves my mouth as I laugh and try to pivot his attack, but he reaches me before I’m able to get away.
Picking me up, he cradles me in his arms, and carries me over to the bed, laying me down on my back.
“Mr. Knox, what strong arms you have.” I tease.
He grins, and takes the lollipop out of my mouth, dragging the sticky sweet candy down my chest and over my stomach.
He drags it down… down… down… until reaching my pussy, his eyes transfixed on how my body reacts to his touch.
He slides it through my dripping cunt, coating it with slick arousal.
Just when I think he’s going to pull it away, he pushes the lollipop inside of me, causing me to gasp at the intrusion.
In and out, he rubs my cunt with the candy, teasing my clit with its hard shell, bringing me to the edge of release. Just as I’m about to come, he pulls the lollipop out of me and pops it back into my mouth,
“Do you like how you taste, baby?” He watches me suck on it, my chest rising and falling as I take in the sweetness of the sugar mixed with my own wetness.
“Mhmm,” I moan through my full lips.
“My turn,” his eyes grow dark as he takes in the sight of my pretty pink pussy on full display.
He laps at the entirety of my cunt, flicking his tongue across my clit, making my eyes roll back as I struggle to catch my breath.
Grabbing hold of his tousled hair, I push his face further into me, flying high on the ecstasy of feeling his tongue between my legs.
He comes up for air, and I can see that he, too, is high off this moment.
“Fuck,” he shouts, startling me by the sudden outburst. He slaps my pussy, causing me to gasp at the sting that slithers across my skin.
“How do I taste, Knox?” I ask him through my laboured breaths, and a chuckle escapes his lips.
“Fucking sweet like candy, baby.” He growls and continues to eat me from the inside out.
Giggling through my moans, I thread my fingers through his unruly hair.
Whimpering as he brings me on the brink of orgasm, I grip his hair tighter, pushing his face further into my pussy.
“Fuck, baby, I’m going to—” My words are clipped as the roar of an orgasm rips through my body.
My legs shudder as Knox devours every last drop of my arousal.
I’m breathless, panting, and delirious from the pure ecstasy that just rushed through me. Knox lies beside me, one hand holding up his head. “I could die between those legs, and it would be the happiest day of my life.”
“You sure do love me, don’t you?” I tease, knowing I mean more to him than life itself.
“Love isn’t a strong enough word, Sweetness.” He leans forward and presses his lips against mine, and I melt into his touch.
I feel protected. I feel safe. I feel whole again, thanks to him.