Epilogue Two
Twelve Years Later
Kyle
The best thing I’ve ever done has always been making Delilah mine. Four kids later, she is still the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen. She is currently pregnant with our fifth child and our first little girl. Four boys and a full time job is demanding on her, but she only takes on new clients twice a year now. She spends a lot of time with the boys and me. I also started working out of her office about a week after I was shot. My shoulder healed nicely, but it still acts up with the weather. At forty-six, I guess I can’t expect it to get better at this point. Getting older sucks, but my wife still finds me sexy with my grey hair and beard. I use our daily close proximity so that I can see her beautiful face anytime I want to. She walks her ass right into my office and perches her ass on the edge of my desk.
“What’s up baby girl?” I ask looking away from my computer.
“I need you,” she says.
“You need me?”
“Uh-huh.”
“What exactly do you need?”
“Your cock.”
“My cock?”
“Are you just going to repeat everything I say?”
“No, baby girl. You know you can have my cock anytime you need it.”
She manages to hop down off my desk, very gracefully and drops to her knees. She looks up at me with wide eyes. I know exactly what she wants.
“Take out my cock baby girl.” She licks her lips and I groan, knowing what her sweet mouth can do to me. She undoes the buckle on my belt, opens the snap on my jeans and slowly unzips my zipper. With each movement, she grazes the my hard flesh with the tips of her fingers.
She takes my cock and sucks it into her mouth. Her mouth is hot and wet and she knows just how to get me to the brink.
I don’t want to come in her mouth, so I pull her up and lay her back down on my desk. I stand, my pants falling down to my ankles. Her loose black dress touches the floor, so I pull it up her legs. My fingers trailing every inch of creamy skin that is revealed to me.
Her tiny panties are no match for me as I rip them from her body. I line my cock up with her opening and slam inside of her.
“Still so tight, Delilah. Still so mine.”
“Kyle, yes. I am all yours. I love you husband.”
“I love you too. Fuck.” I keep thrusting in and out of her, over and over.
She is quiet, knowing her secretary can hear us.
She comes on my cock, back arched off the desk, her sexy baby bump sticking out. I can’t hold back from filling her sweet cunt with my seed.
“You are so beautiful,” I say, trying to catch my breath.
“Thanks, baby. I really should get back to work.”
“It’s like that huh? Hit and quit it?” I ask, chuckling.
“Oh please. I’ll see you in a couple hours. I can’t believe Keith turned eleven today,” she says, straightening her dress.
“Me either. He’ll love the new gaming system. Don’t worry.”
“I’m not. I just want school to be over so we can give it to him and have his little family party.” We had his birthday party with his school friends over the past weekend.
“It will be here before we know it. Then the next thing you know he’ll be eighteen and graduating from high school.” She immediately starts crying and I buckle my belt as I pull her into my arms. “Shit, baby. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. Forgive me.”
“I am so hormonal with this one. It’s all the estrogen. I’ll be okay.”
“Do you have any appointments this afternoon?” I ask.
“No,” she says sniffling.
“I’m taking you home then.”
We leave the office and stop by Buchanan Elementary and pick up our fifth grader early.
“Mama. Why am I going home early? Not that I care, but this is weird.”
“I know baby, but I have a surprise for you?”
“A surprise? What kind of surprise?”
“The surprise kind, kid. Seatbelt,” I say to remind him.
“I know Dad, geez,” Keith says buckling up.
Later that night, after the kids are in bed, I run Delilah a bath. I don’t join her, but I sit on the edge of the tub and help her wash her long red hair.
“That feels so good, relaxing,” she moans. My cock is instantly hard.
“Be good, baby girl. You know what your sexy little moans do to me,” I say using an old school plastic cup from some kids movie to rinse her hair.
“Why are you so good to me, Ky?”
“Because I love you and you are everything to me.”
“You say the sweetest things, Ky.”
“You only deserve sweet words,” I say kissing her upturned lips.
“I like filthy things too,”
“I know you do, baby girl. I know you do.”
She stand up. Water slides down her body. I hold out the towel for her and wrap it around her body. She kisses me again and walks out of the bathroom into the bedroom. I take a quick shower. By the time I get in bed she is already asleep. I climb in beside her and wrap my arms around her. She wiggles against me, still damp from her bath.
Every single day with this woman is better than the last and I never want to be without her.
Thankfully, I never have to be. She is mine in every single way.
Who would have thought a virus full of porn would have brought me to the love of my life? I never would have thought so, but I can’t complain. It gave me the opportunity to get everything I could have ever wanted and more.
Happily Ever After’s do exist and we’re living ours.
One kiss at a time.