Epilogue
Lachlan
One and a half years later…
“Happy Birthday baby,” I say as Jenna comes through the door.
I’ve worked hard to make her dinner tonight. I’m a terrible cook, and most of the time I burn stuff, but I’ve been practicing these past few weeks, and I’ve managed to put together a meal to be proud of. Granted, the garlic bread came from the bakery section, but I did make the roast salmon and mushrooms all on my own. I knew better than to try to make my own cheesecake. That I got from the cheesecake factory. White chocolate with raspberry, her favorite. I’ve got candles going on the table, the lights turned down low, and even some music playing. Considering that it’s taken me the better part of the day to put this all together, I think it’s pretty good. I even managed to get most of the dishes into the dishwasher, so Jenna doesn’t have to worry about a dirty kitchen.
“Wow Lachlan! Did you do all this for me?” she gasps, her hands coming to her face.
A giant diamond ring sparkles in the candlelight. We got engaged three months ago, as soon as Jenna graduated from college with her degree in interior design. I know she wanted to wait until she achieved her dream, but I’m glad to finally have a ring on her and let people know she’s mine. She’s been planning the wedding in between her clients, of which she’s got quite a few. It started out with small jobs at first, for friends and our acquaintances. But then Ollie introduced her to a TV producer, and from there it sort of spiraled. Now she’s the hot new interior designer for the Hollywood set, and she has to jet back and forth between San Francisco and L.A. a few times a month. It makes me fucking sick to have her away from me, but I know this is her dream.
She turns around and surveys my hard work. I can tell she’s impressed by everything I’ve done, but I want nothing but the best for my girl. Today she’s wearing a beautiful cashmere sweater dress, the soft wool hugging her breasts and hips. I pull her close, my hands squeezing her breasts, pinching her perfect pink nipples to attention. My dick’s hard as a rock just looking at her.
“You’re not even going to wait until after dinner?” she asks, quirking a brow.
“Do you want to wait, birthday girl?” I growl.
“Not really,” she says with a grin.
“Good,” I say as I grab the hem of her dress and pull it over her head. “The foods not ready to be taken out of the oven anyways.”
I walk her back until she’s up against the kitchen island, my head lowering down to suckle at one of her pink nipples. The lace fabric is pathetic at covering her up, and I easily pop her breast out of the cup. I suck on the hard tip, tugging just hard enough to make her cry out. Her his rock against my hard-on, making it go completely stiff. Her body’s so soft, her scent so inviting, and I burrow my head deeper into those succulent breasts of hers. Some days I still can’t believe that I’m the only one who gets to fuck this beautiful woman.
I reach my hands down, over the tiny g-string that Jenna’s wearing today. It’s practically just string, and her puffy pussy lips have swollen right over the edges. I run my finger over her clit, engorged and quivering, protruding out from her pussy. Seeing it has me salivating, and I drop down to my knees.
“Yes,” she coos breathily as I push the panties to the side.
Her sweet pink cunt, carefully spread apart, reveals itself to me. The walls are a gorgeous pink, deepening into a glistening red towards her hole. I lean in, smelling that female musk, that gorgeous scent of Jenna cunt. I savor the taste of her, my hot mouth all over that quivering flesh. Her pussy is beautiful, and I dive in, running my tongue up and down those lips, swirling over her quivering nub before giving the channel a lick.
Jenna moans loudly, head tossed back, inhibitions thrown aside as I part her slick labia and dive deeper. I kiss her pussy over and over, sucking, licking, tasting, and I’m rewarded with soft moans and whines from her. I love eating her out, my tongue working her over, until she comes, spasming on my mouth, her hips fucking my face as I drink up all her honey. Her pussy quivers, giving it up, releasing waves of her female juice.
I stand back up, and Jenna kisses me. She loves tasting herself on my lips after all. My tongue plunders her mouth, and I lift her onto one of the barstools. Her fingers undo my buckle, and then the button of my jeans, letting my cock spring out. It’s deep purple, veins bulging with lust, already wet with my own cum. I let it drip onto her cunt as I grip onto the shaft, pumping a few times just to ease the ache. I waste no time sliding my huge dick into her sweet pussy, putting pressure behind the thrust. My hands cup her round ass, squeezing the flesh before pulling her even tighter against me.
“Fuck,” I hiss between gritted teeth. “Fucking hell.”
Jenna’s still as tight as the day I met her, and because all I’ve got was my tongue in her, she’s not stretched at all, her pussy walls practically suctioning themselves onto my shaft. I watch all ten inches disappear into her, and I pull out again. Fuck that’s a sight I’ll never get tired of.
Throwing her leg up onto the island forces Jenna back, her hands grabbing onto the back of the barstool. She’s spread as wide as possible, letting me fuck her tight cunt with abandon. She’s crying out with every fuck, the sensation of my cock driving her crazy. Her hot heat enveloping my dick has my balls tightening against me, and I jackhammer faster into her, willing her to come with me. My hand grabs at one bouncing tit, rolling her pink tip between my fingers. Jenna’s screaming out my name, my dick aching with desire, with the need to finish inside of her, own her pussy completely. Those tight walls clamp down all around my cock, shivering as her orgasm rocks her whole body, and I have to hold onto her, keep her upright as I stuff my cock into her one last time. Her pussy’s gushing like a waterfall, and the rhythmic clenching’s too fucking much to take, and I roar as I come, my dick throbbing as I release my seed, hot white jets of cum spurting into her pussy like a garden hose, her tiny sweet pussy just gulping it down, every last bit of milky goodness.
Finally I pull out slowly, Jenna’s pussy still clenching with aftershocks, unwilling to let my dick go. I loved this part, loved seeing her grip onto me, my cock literally coated in our mixed juices. Her pussy trembles, bruised and open now that my cock’s left it, and I see a river of my pearly seed slowly leak out of those delicate folds unable to be contained there was so much of it. And then she reaches down and scoops up a handful and licks it off her finger.
Damn. I know it’s supposed to be her birthday, but I think I’m the one who’s getting a treat tonight. Jenna peers at me between thick lashes, her breasts wobbling from exertion as she struggles to get her breath back.
“Talk about a perfect birthday,” she practically purrs. “Dinner and a show.”
Just then, the timer goes off. I go over to the counter, pull on my mitts, and open up the door. I pull out the cast iron, and to my dismay, the whole top half of the fish is burnt. What the fuck happened to it? Jenna peers over my shoulder and laughs.
“Looks about right for your cooking.”
I shake my head in frustration.
“It was supposed to be perfect,” I mutter. I poke it with a spatula, but yeah, it’s definitely done for. I throw the skillet down into the sink.
“Hey,” she says, turning me around to face her. “Who needs dinner anyways? Let’s just have more dessert.”
Her fingers trace over my chest, headed down towards my cock. Her meaning is clear. Somehow I’ve landed this perfect woman. Somehow, despite everything, we’ve come together.
“I love you Jenna,” I say to her, putting everything I have into those four words.
“I love you too Lachlan,” she says right back.
And then we tumble onto the kitchen floor together.
*****
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