Epilogue
FIONA
The sun has long gone done. Stars wheel overhead, and I don't know whether it’s the champagne I’m drunk on, or my love for Dylan and Rosie, or my excessive happiness. After Dylan proposed to me and I said yes, my mother showed up beaming.
“It’s part of the plan,” Dylan had grinned. Elaine is very much in the picture now that she has a grandchild, and she and Dylan are as thick as thieves.
“What plan?” I had asked him.
My fiancé grins.
“I wanted Rosie to be with us when I proposed. To be a family when I asked you to be my family,” he explained. “But now it’s time for you and me. Your mom will watch Rosie until tomorrow.”
I gasped because it’s the first time I’ve spent more than a couple of hours away from my daughter, but my fiancé was right. It’s good for Dylan and me to be alone together. Especially now, on this momentous night.
Because I’d been feeling so sexy since I gave birth to Rosie - like I had really found this incredible source of feminine charm after delivery. My tits were so swollen, my nipples so sensitive, my pussy awakened by nature’s gift. But I’d been so preoccupied with her and so tired around the clock that actual sex with Dylan had rarely happened. So the fact that we had time alone together on a romantic moonlit night was incredible.
Dylan and I have just been talking and eating and drinking together as we watched the sun go down, but now my body is responding to his presence. I find myself wanting him more than I've been able to allow myself all these months. And reading my mind, my man suddenly stops talking. Without a further word, he puts down the champagne glass he’d been holding, and leans down over me to kiss me. With a moan, I welcome his lips onto mine, responding hungrily. His hands slide under my torso, pulling me up towards him.
“Oh, Fiona,” he whispers in my neck. “You’re so delicious.” It sends shivers down my spine.
“I’ve been wanting this for months now,” I whisper back, and he gently cups my breast in his hand. I clasp my hand onto his with a sudden urgency he wasn’t expecting. “No, Dylan. I want you to take me,” I breathe through my passion for him. Suddenly my hunger for his enormous cock is too much. He nods, grinning, and reaches into my dress, carefully pulling each of my huge, swollen tits out of my dress, ogling my large, dusky nipples. “What are doing?” I whisper to him, wanting him to fuck me hard and strong. But he has other ideas.
“Teasing you,” he says, with that same cheeky grin. Then he lowers his tongue onto my nipples and starts licking them. They’re so hard and sensitive that my pussy immediately creams and I start moaning.
“Oh god, Dylan, wait,” I pant. But he continues. I lick my nipple on one breast while he gently dusts the other with the tips of his fingers. I’m moaning as if he’s actually fucking me, that’s how good it feels. My pussy clenches in lust and I find myself wondering whether it’s possible to come just from nipple play because I already find myself desperately close.
But I don’t have to wonder. It’s Dylan who can’t hold himself back. With a needy groan, it’s he who suddenly pulls out his cock and rears over me. I glance down and see the enormous hard rod he’s got in his fist. I see the lust in his eyes.
“Oh, yes, Dylan, fuck me with it,” I moan. It’s when he pushes my dress up over my hips and pins me down, shoving his huge cock into my pussy, that I realize how close he’s made me by licking my swollen nipples and tormenting me. I gasp as he slides his long, thick, hard cock in and out of my creaming cunt and already find myself on the edge.
“Wait for me,” Dylan groans, and I try, I honestly try. But as he grabs me tight by the hips and fucks me harder and harder, I can’t hold back anymore. I’ve wanted this for months.
“I can’t, Dylan,” I moan. “You’re gonna make me come.” He thrusts himself into me, pushing down deep and hard repeatedly, making my tits bounce so far up I can feel them hit my chin, and it makes him wild.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans under his breath, his lips almost on mine and our mouths open in lust. He grinds his cock against my G-spot and my clit at the same time.
“I’m coming,” I moan, and with that, my pussy contracts around his thrusting cock at the same time I feel him shake and pulse.
Together we erupt for the first time in months, holding our arms close around one another. And as I feel his seed unleash inside my channel, I open my eyes, thinking I’ll be seeing the stars. But instead it’s Dylan’s handsome face swimming above my vision. He grins, looking deliriously happy.
“I think we may have just made another baby,” I mewl, his cock still pulsing inside my clenching pussy.
“I hope so,” he answers out of breath, and pulls me up into his body as he closes his arms around my torso.
Because we’ll never know whether Dylan’s biologically Rosie’s father or uncle. The special test that Dylan alluded to back in the hospital room was inconclusive. So much for cutting edge new technology. But it doesn’t matter anymore because in the ways that count, Dylan is Rosie’s father. He’s her sun, moon, and stars, and also my everything. And with this man by my side, I know that anything can be done. Because I had the good twin’s baby … and we’ll never be apart again.
THE END
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