Epilogue A Long-Awaited Redemption #2
“You feel that, sweetheart?” I murmur in her ear. “You feel how I’m splitting you open? You like getting fucked until your teeth rattle?”
She moans, clinging to my shoulders, hips rolling up to take more.
“Yes Daddy!” she moans. “You’re so big I can feel you all the way in my tummy.”
My cock jerks and I growl rapturously.
“God, you’re so fucking tight,” I rasp, and pull out to the tip before driving in again, making her shudder.
I set a rhythm, hard and deep, the slap of my hips against her ass echoing in the hollow.
The grass scratches my knees, the smell of earth and dead leaves thick in my lungs, but I only see her—the flush on her cheeks, the way her hair fans out behind her, the dazed look of pleasure on her face.
I let go of her wrists and grab her ass, tilting her up, changing the angle so my cock hits her g-spot with every thrust. She cries out, louder now, lost in it. I keep fucking her, steady and relentless, and the words pour out of me, filthy and raw.
“You’re mine,” I say, voice rough. “You’re my girl, my fuckdoll, my everything. No one else will ever have you like this.”
She nods, wild, eyes glazed.
“Say it,” I order, “tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, Trevor,” she whimpers, “I’m all yours, forever.”
I feel the orgasm building in me, the coil wound tight. I reach down, thumb working her clit, and within seconds she’s coming again, a full-body quake that makes her clamp down on my cock so hard I nearly black out.
“Ooooh!” she cries, cupping those big breasts as she’s fucked thoroughly. “Mmmm!”
I lose it, burying myself deep, shooting inside her in hot pulses. The world tunnels down to the sensation—the grip of her pussy, the way her body shakes, the taste of her name on my tongue.
“Kayleigh!” I roar. “Oh shit shit shit!”
I come again, hot cream shooting into the depths of my perfect girl.
I dump a massive load in her cunt, filling her with spunk until she’s overflowing as she cries out for more, pulling my dick further into her slick tunnel.
Finally, the pleasure begins to ebb and for a long minute, neither of us moves.
My breath is a roar in my ears, and her hands are buried in my hair, holding me to her chest.
The sun slips under the horizon, the world blue and soft.
I pull out, slow, watching as my massive cock reappears inch by inch from her slick pussy. I watch the way my cum leaks from her, sticky and white against the curve of her thigh. I use my fingers to smear it into her skin, then bring them to her mouth. She sucks them clean, eyes locked on mine.
We lie there, tangled together in the grass, her body limp and glowing, my head on her chest. Her hair smells like vanilla and earth. My heart is finally, finally quiet.
I look at the grave, at the stone, at the flower still standing where I left it.
Aleatha, wherever you are, I hope you know that I only meant respect.
I hope you know I didn’t forget.
I hope you know that I finally made it out of the rut, and into the light.
I close my eyes, and let Kayleigh’s breath carry me away.
We lie there in the grass for a long time.
The ground is still warm from the day, but the breeze cuts low and fast, lifting Kayleigh’s hair so it tickles my chest. She curls against me, her head tucked under my chin, one arm thrown across my ribs.
My hand finds the curve of her back and just rests there, fingers spread wide, holding her in place like she might drift off otherwise.
The cemetery is dead quiet. Not even a bird.
The sky’s gone navy, shot through with one last streak of pink at the horizon.
There’s a hum from the road two blocks over, but out here it could be the blood in my own ears.
The stone where Aleatha’s name is barely legible sits in front of us, the white flower still sharp and unbowed.
Kayleigh’s breath is slow, almost even, and for a second I think she might have fallen asleep.
But then she shifts, rolling onto her side, cheek pillowed against my bicep.
Her lips are swollen from kissing, her eyelids heavy, lashes clumped together in little spikes from the tears she won’t admit to.
She says, “You know, Stella has been talking nonstop about restarting that old bet.”
It’s a non sequitur, but that’s Kayleigh. My brain stutters for a second, then finds the track.
“What bet?” I say.
She grins, teeth grazing her lower lip. “The virginity bet. You know, to see which of us would lose our v-card first. It was Andie. That girl won by a mile when she hooked up with Stella’s dad.
But Stella’s cooked up a new scheme. She wants to bet on something way more fucked up. There’s a new twist.”
I snort, “Please don’t tell me Stella’s about to lose her v-card to someone’s entire hockey line.”
Kayleigh giggles. “Not quite, but close. She wanted to do double anal, but I convinced her that’s a bridge too far for college girls.”
A bark of laughter gets out of me before I can stop it. “Double anal? Are you shitting me?”
Kayleigh rolls her eyes.
“Sadly, no. This is Stella we’re talking about.”
I shake my head.
“So what’s the new bet? Dildo in one hole, man in the other?”
Kayleigh’s eyes light up. “Close, but not quite. She wants the real thing. Double penetration, both guys at once, MFM only.”
A surge of heat moves through me, and I don’t like the taste. I can’t picture Kayleigh in that scenario, but the fact that she’s talking about it, even in a joke, makes something in me coil tight.
“Not happening,” I say, voice flat. “You’re not in this bet, Kayleigh.”
She pretends to pout, but the laugh is real. “Please. I’m the most boring of the four of us now. I’m a literal stay at home kept woman. I’m not even in the running.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Damn right.”
She flicks my chest, gentle. “You’re so possessive.”
I put my hand in her hair, tugging her face up to mine. “You like it.”
She does, and she shows it with her tongue in my mouth.
When she pulls back, her face is serious.
“I’m really not in the running,” she says, voice quiet now. “Because of another reason too.”
I start to make a joke, but her hand flattens against my chest, right over my heart. She’s trembling a little, or maybe it’s just the wind.
“I’m out because I’m pregnant,” she says.
The words are a cannon blast in the silence. Every muscle in my body goes rigid. My mind reels, careening through the last few months, every time I came in her, the utter lack of condoms after the first two days.
“You’re… what?” I say. My voice sounds distant, like someone else is speaking.
Kayleigh swallows, her lips trembling. “It’s only been a week since I found out. I wanted to tell you but I didn’t want it to be…” She glances at the grave. “I didn’t want to ruin today. But I also didn’t want to wait anymore.”
My vision is a tunnel. I can feel her heartbeat under my palm, the stutter and skip of it, and somewhere in my chest something cracks open, raw and new.
She keeps going, rushing to fill the space. “Victoria knows. And Henry, too. They’re both really excited, actually. Your dad hugged me. My mom cried, but the good kind of tears, not the drama queen kind.”
I am staring at the sky, counting the seconds between my own heartbeats.
I sit up. Kayleigh follows, sitting cross-legged, her hair wild, her dress twisted, grass stains on her knees. She looks at me with an anxiety I haven’t seen before, not even when we first fucked on that tiny twin bed.
I reach for her, cup her face in my hands, run my thumbs across her cheeks.
“Are you sure?” I say, and it’s a plea, not a challenge.
She nods, slow.