Epilogue
Kendra
The bedroom was nothing but an open space, hard wooden floors and four walls. There was no bed and no sheets. But I didn’t care. I wanted Grant inside me and would have slept with him on a bed of rocks if that was the only option.
“Lay down,” I commanded.
“Here?” he asked, skeptically.
I nodded my headed, indicating that it wasn’t up for discussion. But, just as I assumed, he wasn’t prepared or willing to fight me on that one, anyway. In the middle of the room, he lay down on his back, spreading his arms and legs out. Once he was down, I fell to my knees, crawling across the floor toward him.
My hand instantly went for his package. I could already see it bulging in his pants without me even having to touch him. That was a true testament to our love and his desire for me. He had never once not been able to get erect. More often than not, he did so at the mere sight of me.
I ran my hand over his crotch, stroking the lump as it grew more and more. Only when I was certain that it was hard did I pull it out. It stuck straight up in the air, pointed toward the ceiling. I undid his belt, pulling his pants down around his ankles. Whenever he tried to move, I stopped him. I wanted him on his back, and he was going to do as I commanded.
With his pants off, I crawled in between his legs, so that my face was positioned just underneath his shaft, right at his juicy balls. I leaned forward, breathing hot air onto them. They pulsated, moving as his cock quivered. I stuck my tongue out, licking them, taking them in my mouth, and as I did that, my right hand wrapped itself around his huge cock.
With his balls in my mouth, I worked his cock. I stroked it, clenched it, squeezed it. I spat on my hand until it was dripping wet before reapplying my hand to him. I rubbed the head, loving the way he moaned. I ran my finger over the hole on his head, relishing the way he shook. And then, I took him in my mouth.
Nice and slow. My aim was to milk him until he was ready to explode. I wanted him to fill me with his goodness, and also, I wanted to make sure that I got the most out of it that I could. So, I slowly licked and sucked his cock like a pump, very slowly bringing him to ejaculation.
“Kendra. I’m... I’m...” His whole body was shaking as my lips wrapped around his head, sucking it slowly. My tongue licked his tip as I sucked him like a vacuum. And as I did, I could sense that he was on the verge. Another few seconds and he would have filled my mouth with his sticky, hot mess. So, I stopped.
“Jesus.” He exhaled as I pulled my mouth from his member. “That was...”
“Only the beginning.”
I was wearing a loose-fitting skirt, so it was easy for me to wiggle my panties off. As I did, I crawled up to my knees, climbing on top of the still prostrate Grant. His cock disappeared under my skirt as I mounted him, and I could feel it pressing against my moist lips.
“Don’t you want me to...” he began, indicating that it was his turn to eat me out.
“No, not today,” I said, and as I did, I sat down on him.
My lips opened like a flower as they swallowed him whole. They were already wet and willingly accepted his girth. His entire length slid up into me as I slowly lowered myself onto him. Even after ten months of being together, I still quaked every time he entered me. His size was beyond belief, and I still hadn’t gotten used to it.
But just because I hadn’t gotten used to it, didn’t mean that I didn’t know how to enjoy it.
I started off by simply grinding him. I knew how close he was and wanted to keep him on edge for as long as I could. So, I slowly moved my hips back and forth, back and forth. He pulsated inside of me, and as he did, I increased my speed. And as he groaned, I lifted my hips, having him slide out of me, before sitting back down.
As I slammed myself down, he let out a howl, so I did it again. Then back and forth, back and forth. Every time I knew him to be close, I slowed the pace, loving the feeling of him wanting to come, but unable to. But that was only going to last so long.
After a few more times of this, Grant had enough. He sat up quickly, wrapping his hands around me. Then, while still inside me, spun me onto my back so that he was the one in control. And I didn’t fight him. Instead, I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in even tighter.
On top now, Grant began to move to his own desired rhythm. It was faster, and it was harder, but it still felt just as good. He slid out of me, all the way to the shaft, before pushing himself back inside. Again and again, he did this, making sure that as much of his long cock came out of me before pushing itself back in as deep as it would go.
My lips opened and closed for him each time, struggling, but willing to take his girth every time. Harder and harder, he went, pounding me for all he was worth. I could feel him coming. I could tell from his movements, from the way his body shook, the way that his breathing increased, that he was close. And sure enough, after only a few moments of being on my back, he erupted inside of me.
His warm, hot, and sticky mess filled me up. As it did, I made sure to keep my legs wrapped over his waist, holding him in place. I didn’t want any of it to escape. I wanted it all inside of me. When he told me he was willing to start a family, I took him at his word. Because I, too, wanted nothing more than that. And more than that, Grant was the only man I could imagine doing it with.
After we were done, we lay there for some time, not speaking. Instead, Grant simply held me, his cock still inside me the whole time. His breathing was deep and methodical, up and down, up and down. I held my ear to his chest, loving the sound of his heart beat. It was only after several minutes of this that he finally pulled himself from me.
“Grant, were you serious before?” I asked as he rolled onto his back.
“About?”
“About wanting to start a family? When you said it earlier, I didn’t know if you meant it or you were just trying to…” I trailed off.
“Trying to what? Get you into bed?” he joked. “Of course, I was serious. I’m not saying we need to start straight away but in the eventual future, if that’s something that you’re interested in, then hell yeah. And if you’re not interested, then I’m sure that we can figure it out together.”
“Hon, considering I’m not on the pill and the sex we just had, I would say that we’re on the same page there. It might not happen for a while. It might happen straight away. But as long as you’re on board too, I know that one day, we’ll have a family.”
Grant let out a bark of a laugh, rolling over again so that he was back on top of me. It was then that I noticed how sweaty and sticky we both were. Not only did I have some of him still dripping down my legs, but Grant’s lower half was in a similar state.
“Is the water switched on?” I asked, looking over Grant’s shoulder to where the en suite bathroom was.
“Yeah actually, as of yesterday. Why?”
“Well, I figured that since we’re already here, and both in desperate need of a shower, why not double down and try again?”
“Really?” Grant asked, sitting up, his voice hopeful. I had no idea he was so keen on having kids.
“Really. But on the condition that until it happens and I am pregnant, I will have your total, undivided attention. In other words, I want you all to myself.”
“Deal,” Grant said, jumping to his feet. As he did, he reached down, taking my hands and pulling me up.
From there the two of us made our way to the bathroom, our clothes falling to the floor as we walked. We were going to have sex in the shower. Realistically, more than one time. And then, when we got home, and again after that. The fact that Grant was all mine, was overwhelming to say the least, but even still, I knew one thing was certain. I would never, for as long as I lived, get over him
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END OF THE FOURTH STORY