Epilogue
Zach
I was more than excited to be heading toward Liberty Island this morning. Madison wasn’t blind folded this time, and though I told her it was a surprise, I was pretty sure she knew exactly where we were going. It had been a year to the day since she had her first amazing art show where she completely sold all of her art. The papers came back the next day with the best reviews Sarah had ever seen for a first show. It was like a dream, except none of us wanted to wake up from it. She had originally signed on for four shows, including the first one, but with the intense demand for her work, she ended up having a show almost every month and a half after that.
At first, I was worried that a need for that much work would be too hard and too strenuous on Madison. The last thing I wanted to see was her plan a show and then burn out halfway through it, not providing her clients with the talent they had come to expect, and hurting herself in the process. But, just like everything else that Madison had done since I met her, she knocked it out of the park. She had successfully been the first artist in the gallery’s history to sell out of every piece, for every show, for an entire year. Words could not even begin to describe how proud of her I was, not to mention my office was now covered in custom artwork by Madison. That was one of the perks of being the boyfriend of the newest and most up and coming artist in the country. Though a ton of other galleries were begging Madison for a show, she signed another year-long contract with Sarah, perfectly content with being exclusive to her. Loyalty happened to be one of Madison’s best qualities.
“I think I know where we are going,” she sang with a smile.
“Shh,” I said, laughing.
We pulled up to the ferry and jumped out of the limo, holding hands and walking on to the boat. The air was crisp and fresh, and I we walked up to the front, wrapping our arms around each other as the boat pushed off from the marina. The smell of salt water filled my nose, and I closed my eyes, feeling the waves of the ocean beneath me. Madison clung tightly to me, looking up at the Statue of Liberty as if she had never seen it before.
I could see that child-like passion that I loved so much about her. We watched as boats passed by and birds swooped down, grabbing food from the water below us. It was a really beautiful day, and I couldn’t wait to get Madison alone. I had some serious surprises ready for her, and I knew she was going to be completely blown away. When the boat docked, the staff was waiting on the other side to welcome us. I ushered Madison off and looked down at her as she looked around.
“Wait,” she said, looking back at the boat. “Did you reserve this all over again?”
“Who wants to hang out on the pedestal with a million people around?” I shrugged my shoulders and grinned.
“You seriously have too much money.” She laughed.
We walked slowly up the winding staircase to the pedestal. We had been in the crown last time, but I thought a change of scenery would be better this time around. When we got to the top, we thanked the staff and stepped inside, gawking at the view. Without so many obstructions, this was almost better, and Madison looked like she was completely taken aback by the view. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her body, pulling her close to me as the breeze hit us in the face. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, all the stress leaving her body. I followed suit and realized just how much stress I had recently been under.
I was so focused on Madison that I was just plowing through stuff at work, and I had become more productive than I ever had been. Our website was exploding, the women’s line was crazy popular, and we had just signed with one of the biggest hospitals in Chicago to implement the new thumbprint scanners on all of their drug carriers. It was definitely a big year for the both of us. Standing here under the bright blue sky in the Statue of Liberty was like a vacation for the both of us.
“So,” I whispered into her ear. “I was thinking maybe we could knock out one of those monuments from your list.”
“Oh yeah?” She turned around and pushed her back against the tall metal railing behind her. “Is that why you brought me all the way out here? To get some?”
“I mean, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do,” I said, laughing.
I grabbed Madison around the waist and pulled her close, pushing my hardening cock against her. She leaned in and kissed my lips hard, sprouting passion instantly between us. I ran my hands down her sides and found myself feeling needier than I ever had before. The thought of getting her pants off was grinding into my brain, and I didn’t want to waste a second of our time. From the dark look in Madison’s eyes, it seemed as if she was on the same exact page as me.
Her hands ran down the front of me and dove down to my belt buckle. Immediately, she began pulling at my pants, releasing the belt and unzipping the front. She pulled her face back and bit her lip as her hand pushed down into my boxers, grabbing on tightly to my shaft. I groaned softly, feeling her small, soft hands moving up and down my cock. I gripped her breasts tightly in my hands and massaged them through her shirt.
Madison stepped forward and thrust her hips against me, and I pulled at the buttons on her top. I opened her blouse and pulled her bra up, grabbing on to her bouncing tits and pushing her back into the railing. She moaned loudly, tilting her head back as I leaned forward and licked her nipples. Pulling her breast into my mouth and swishing my tongue across her tit, I could feel her hand grip tighter around my shaft.
I pulled her hand from my pants and spun her around, holding her neck with one hand and slipping the other down the front of her pants. She leaned her ass back and spread her legs as my fingers pushed into her folds and through her wetness. I cupped my hand and began to massage her pussy, the tips of my fingers sliding in and out of her as my palm flexed and unflexed. She reached up and pulled my hand to her mouth, sucking and nibbling on my fingers. I pressed my hard cock against her ass, grinding upward as my hands rubbed hard against her clit.
She pulled my fingers from her mouth and leaned her head back against my shoulder, whimpering as I finger fucked her from behind. She pulled her tight spandex pants down around her knees and put one foot up on the bottom of the railing. I took my hand and pulled it to the back and knelt down, pushing three fingers inside her tight pussy. I began to finger her, hard and deep. She leaned her body forward and pushed into my hand, groaning and gripping the railing. With my other hand, I grabbed her ass and gripped down tightly. She screamed out at the pain and ecstasy it caused.
“I’m gonna come,” she moaned.
With those words, I started pushing harder and faster, wanting to feel her explode all over my hand. As I dove deep inside of her with my fingers, I wiggled the tips, pushing her to reach her orgasm. Her hips started moving back into my hand, faster and faster, and she took her own fingers and rubbed circles around her clit. As her body arched and her head came back, I could feel the ripples of pleasure moving through her pussy.
Her warm wet juices exploded over my fingers and dripped down my wrist. I groaned as I let go of her ass and pulled my pants down to my ankles, wanting to feel her warm wetness around my cock. I sat down on the floor and slapped her hard on the ass as she turned around, pulling her pants the rest of the way off. She smiled coyly and walked forward, straddling me and plopping down on her knees. She reached up and grabbed onto the rail above us and watched as I grabbed the base of my cock and held it up for her. Slowly, she lowered herself onto my pulsing shaft and moaned as it moved through her wetness and deep inside. Still holding the rafter, she pulled herself up, swirling her hips and growling.
I wanted to feel her so bad that I couldn’t wait any longer. I grabbed her hips and held her steady, pushing my cock upward and deep inside of her. She screamed out in pleasure as she held tightly to the beam above us. Over and over, my body slammed into hers, the sound of our skin slapping echoing from the pedestal and out into the ocean. I moved as fast and deep as I could, filling every inch of her. Her moans turned to waves of grunts as she let me fuck her deep.
“Yes,” she cried out. “Deeper.”
I grabbed her waist and slammed her down in my lap, forcing her to let go of the beam above her. I turned over, slowly lowering her onto the ground, and hovered over top of her with my cock still inside. She bit her lip and looked up at me as she pulled her legs up and grabbed her knees. I pulled myself in and out of her, fast and hard, rubbing my body against her clit like a wave. She lifted her legs up onto my shoulders and reached over her, grabbing onto another beam. I could feel my orgasm coming to a head, and I gripped down, pushing deep and hard, over and over again, until I could no longer hold it back. With one final thrust, she screamed out, releasing her orgasm as I did the same. Our bodies shook and moaned in unison as our pleasure washed in circles around us.
When our bodies had calmed and my knees didn’t feel as weak, I pulled myself up, steadying my body as I pulled my pants up and buckled them. I reached down and helped Madison up off the ground, laughing together as we creaked from being on the cold hard ground. When we had finished getting dressed, I stepped back and watched as she looked out over the horizon. Slowly, I pulled a small black box from my pocket and kneeled down.
“Madison,” I said, watching her turn around, her face changing from smiling to shock. “You have been a light in my life that I never expected. I know that I do not want to go even one more day without you in my life. Will you do the honor of being my wife?”
“Oh my God,” she cried. “Yes! Yes, of course, I will!”
She stepped forward, and I slid the sparkling diamond on her hand. She wrapped her arms around me, and as I squeezed her tightly, I looked out over the ocean. I truly was the luckiest man on earth, and now, I got to spend the rest of my life with the woman of my dreams.
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END OF THE THIRD STORY