Three Months Later
Epilogue
Dahlia
The sunlight filters into the bedroom, as I grow impatient waiting for Wes to wake. I run my fingers through his chest hair, planting soft kisses along his side. He cracks one eye open. “Good morning, baby.”
“A good morning, indeed. Whoops! I forgot something in the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” I bound out of the bed and head to the bathroom.
He looks at me suspiciously. “…Okay? Didn’t you just wake up too? What could you need from the—” The words die in his throat as I pretend to drop something, bending to reveal the red jeweled butt plug I put in earlier this morning. “Fucking hell, you dirty girl. Get the fuck over here.”
“I needed to grab something.” I return carrying lube. “Gotta be prepared and all.” I grin as he looks up at me through hooded lids.
“How do you want it baby?” He’s near begging.
“Rough. I want you to use me and fill me with your cum. I want to feel you for the rest of the day.”
“Mmm, my girl. I’ll be gentle with this pretty little hole, but I’ll talk to you exactly how my slut needs.” I’m clenching my thighs together for relief until he motions me to climb up on the bed. “How about you come here and ride my face. I need a taste of your delicious pussy first.”
I start to move up his body slowly when he grows impatient, grabbing my hips and planting me on his tongue. He nips at me ever so slightly and as the pain and pleasure braid together, I’m already barreling towards an orgasm.
He alternates licking and sucking at my clit, lapping at me sloppily and so loud. I’d be embarrassed if I wasn’t an absolute deviant for this man. “Yes, mmm.” I rock my hips back and forth as he pins my hips down against him.
Before I realize, his hand slips behind me tapping the plug, sending a shudder through my body. He starts to gently move the plug in and out, and I’m begging to come on his mouth.
I can feel him moaning against me and the sounds of his pleasure send me right over the edge as he pulls the plug out at the exact same time. “Wes,” I whine as I shake through after shocks. He slides me down and rotates us so he’s on top of me.
His hard cock nudges my entrance, and the sticks he tip in in shallow strokes, driving us both wild. “You ready, Princess? Going to be my good fuckhole?”
I reach for the lube, leisurely stroking him as I slick his shaft. He tells me to breathe before pushing his slick fingers into me. “Fuck, this slutty ass is going to be my undoing. Let me take it baby. Let me fuck this big ass.”
“Take me, Wes. I’m your whore. Only yours.”
“That’s goddamn right.” He slowly slides past the tight ring of muscle, the feeling so intense I’m overwhelmed with heat and arousal.
“My perfect whore, my everything.” Pushing further in, he gasps, “My future fucking wife.” As he bottoms out, I feel his balls heavy and hot against me. “You doing okay?”
“Perfect, so good. Please fuck me now,” I beg.
He leans down to bite my nipple before soothing it with his tongue. “Mmm, an anal princess, huh? Just as fucking filthy as me, taking my fat cock in this tight little hole.”
Wes’ rough hands fall to my hips, one finger rubbing fast against my clit, building a climax in my core. “Wes, oh, oh.” I’m lost to the wave of euphoria rushing over me.
“This ass, goddamn.” He reaches under me pulling me onto his cock, repeatedly spearing me.
“You feel so good, you’re making me come.
” He starts pounding me hard as hell, my tits bouncing with every thrust. “Mmmm, yeah baby. I’m coming, fuckkkkkkk.
” I feel the ropes of his cum pulsing into me, the ever intimate feeling of being full of him fills me with pride.
Wes leans forward pressing his forehead to mine, before dropping a searing kiss to my lips. “I love you.”
Per usual, our day is delayed due to our morning fuck fest, not that I’m complaining in the slightest.
We’ve got a few final tasks for the grand opening of Second Chance Sanctuary and soon we’ll be on our new journey.
The grant was able to help hire one therapist to start, with a goal to bring on two more in the next three months.
The program has garnered a ton of interest and while we’re starting small, there is definitely a need for something like this in our area.
Daphne has been a massive help in orchestrating all things administration and management. This would be a train wreck if it wasn’t for her help and huge brain.
While she and Jasper still fight all the time, it seems like maybe they’ve come to a temporary cease fire for now—especially since she’s somehow ended up living in his cabin. Something about uninhabitable conditions? That’s a Jasper problem for now though.
Stone and Lorraine have been able to focus more on reviving their small orchard. For now, they’re doing it as a hobby again, since the farm is largely supported by the grant. After my last bad panic attack, Wes sat me down and shared about his experience in therapy and how it helped him.
Between cutting my dad off and starting this new chapter, it felt time to prioritize myself. I want so much more for my life than to live in constant fear. The shame around my anxiety and mental health made me feel unfit to work this job myself.
Wes and I found a therapist who specifically works with other therapists—ones like me, with perfectionistic burnout and unrealistic goals for themselves.
Safe to say, we’re getting along swimmingly and though she makes me cry at least every other week, the pain of healing is better than the pain of suffering.
I’ve talked a lot about cutting my dad off too.
As sad as it makes me, he’s not worth hurting my heart over.
His neglect isn’t a reflection on my ability to be loved.
Hard work pays off and we sure as shit have busted our ass to bring this program to life, to heal ourselves and everyone else who steps foot in our Sanctuary.