by Lola StVil
I writhe and moan as he moves in and out of me. He gives my nipple another sharp tug and then his hand is gone, running down my body. He puts his hand flat on my pubic bone and presses my clit with his thumb as he slams into me.
That does it. My orgasm comes from nowhere, taking me by surprise. It moves through me, lighting me up, making me feel alive as I coast through pulsations of pleasure. He presses my clit again, keeping me in the zone, pushing me closer to the edge of oblivion. I am no longer aware of anything but the feeling of intense pleasure that holds me in its fiery fingers, of Falcon’s cock in my pussy, his thumb between my lips.
A shudder goes through my body, and I feel myself become rigid, suspended in the air, my ass and lower back arching up, my neck and shoulders pushing down against the bed. I am held in position by an unseen force as Falcon ravishes me, driving me over the edge with the relentless pleasure that is so intense it’s almost painful.
My hands are fists, my feet arched into claw-like shapes. I squeeze Falcon’s body with my thighs and his cock with my pussy. I can hear him panting, moaning. He’s almost over the edge himself. I clench myself around him, and he calls out my name. Hearing him say my name in a roar pushes me over the edge, and I am tumbling through black, my eyes rolling, not seeing.
My whole body pulses, a nerve ending pushed past its limits. I feel my orgasm in my pussy, my stomach, my inner thighs. Every part of me comes alive, every nerve stands to attention. I can’t breathe, can’t move, can’t think.
The intensity wrenches a scream from my tortured lungs, taking my last bit of air, and my head spins. I manage to gasp in a ragged breath that stings my throat and then I’m coasting again, coming back to myself. The black fades away, and I see Falcon standing over me, banging his cock into me. His face is twisted as his own orgasm races closer.
I clench my pussy again, and he moans loudly as he spurts into me, one hand on my hip, the other one on my stomach. He groans again, louder this time. It sounds like he’s in pain. His head goes back, and I can see the tendons straining in his neck as his cock twitches, releasing his seed into me.
His body goes slack, his breath coming in a series of ragged pants as I release him from between my legs and he collapses onto the bed beside me. We lie side by side, enjoying the post-coitus feeling and trying to get our breaths back.
I reach out with my fingers and find Falcon’s hand. He takes mine into his, and we lie that way for a long time, just enjoying the air on our skin, the feeling of our hands touching. The closeness we’ve always shared.
I know just how lucky I am. I have never loved Falcon more, and I know I will get to spend the rest of my life with this gorgeous, amazing man right by my side, holding my hand through thick and thin.
EPILOGUE
SIX YEARS LATER
FALCON
I grin to myself as I walk along the corridor to get Jody from her hotel room. How things have changed in the last six years. The twins are twenty—fucking twenty—and I still have no idea how that happened. It barely seems like six weeks have passed since they were crawling around getting into mischief with matching pacifiers in their mouths.
And now one of my babies is getting married. I remember when Josh, her fiancé, came to me and asked my permission to ask for her hand in marriage. I was so fucking angry. I don’t know how I didn’t strangle the life out of him. I asked him through gritted teeth if he got my daughter pregnant. It wasn’t funny at the time, but looking back now, the comical look on his face as he tried to convince me he most certainly had not, that he loved her and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her and have kids a long time in the future with her, makes me laugh.
Elle came into the room before I could answer him. She walked to my side, took my hand, and kissed me on the cheek. And then she reminded me that Jody was older than we were when we got married. It should have helped, but I couldn’t help thinking of the things Elle and I did in the bedroom. My baby couldn’t be doing that shit. Not with anyone. Ever.
Elle calmed me down enough for me to at least hear Josh out. I had already thoroughly vetted him as I did with any guy either of the twins dated, and he seemed clean, but I needed to know he wasn’t going to break her heart.
Elle tried to stop me from quizzing him, saying it was Jody’s decision, not ours, but I wouldn’t be put off. I can remember how our conversation went precisely.
“Why should I trust that you’re not just going to leave her down the road and break her heart?” I demanded.
“Because she’s fucking amazing and if you don’t know that, then you’re the one who needs to wake up and see it,” he replied.
He said it without thinking, and his face went white when he realized exactly what he’d said to me. It’s what convinced me to agree to it. The cocky little son of a bitch had a point. Jody was pretty amazing, and I could see it.
I never imagined walking my daughter down the aisle when she was twenty, but then again, I never imagine Keira moving to Asia to study Chinese medicine or Elle running her own business. Things don’t always turn out how we believe they will, but they seem to have a habit of working out if we just relax and let them. It’s hard for me to relax and let go, but I think I’m a lot more chilled out than I used to be.
I still worry about Elle, but it’s no longer something that keeps me distracted all day long. Her pussy, on the other hand … Thinking of that can distract me from pretty much anything. I force myself to stop thinking about that. There’s no way in hell I’m walking my daughter down the aisle with a fucking hard-on.
I reach Jody’s door and tap on it. She opens it before I even finish knocking. I smile with pride when I see her. She’s wearing the dress Elle wore for our wedding. Her skin is glowing, and she looks more beautiful than I’ve ever seen her. I feel a lump in my throat, and I choke it back down hurriedly. Fucking hell, when did I get so soft?
“Time to sign your life away, Jody,” Keira says from behind her, laughing.
“I’m not signing my life away. I’m starting it,” Jody says.
Keira laughs and makes retching sounds.
“I can’t believe I flew home for this mush bucket,” she says. “Now let’s go, or you’re going to be late.”
We ride down in the elevator. Keira slips into the beautiful ballroom Jody will be getting married in. I hang back for a second with Jody.
“It’s not too late to change your mind,” I say.
“Dad,” she protests, drawing the word out.
I hold my hands up.
“I’m not saying you should. I’m saying if you have any doubts whatsoever, you can still walk away. And if anyone doesn’t like that, then they’ll have me to answer to.”
“I don’t have any doubts,” she says. “The only thing I’m worried about is if I fall over walking down the aisle.”
“You think I’d let you fall?” I say.
She shakes her head and smiles. I hold my arm out.
“Come on, let’s go get you married.”
The first notes of “All of Me” by John Legend begin to play as we enter the room through the double doors. The guests get to their feet, an audible sigh of contentment going through them as they see Jody in her dress for the first time. We stroll along the aisle. Jody clings to me as we walk, her fingers digging into my arm hard enough that I know I’ll have a bruise there tomorrow.
I don’t care. This is the last time she’ll lean on me, and I won’t let her fall, just like I promised her. We reach the altar, and I know from the way Josh looks at Jody that he worships her. I place her hand in his and clap him on the shoulder as I go to take my seat in the front row beside Elle.
She slips her hand into mine and gives it a squeeze. Her eyes are already teary. As Jody and Josh say their vows, I look around. Elle has, of course, planned Jody’s wedding, and every detail is perfect. It’s the most beautiful wedding Elle has ever designed, and she’s prepared a hell of a lot of weddings over the years.
I look at her as Jody
says I do, and we smile at each other, reminded of our own vows. I love this woman more than life itself, and although we had a rough patch six years ago before Elle started her business, I wouldn’t change a single day I have spent with her, and I can’t wait for what the future holds for us.
Since Elle started her wedding planning business, we’ve only gotten better as a couple. We have busy schedules, but we make time for each other, and we’re closer than ever. Our sex life has never been this hot; we’re like teenagers. We can barely keep our hands off each other for five minutes when we’re alone together.
I have never been happier than I am right now, but I am already looking forward to tomorrow because with Elle, I am happier every single day than I was the one before it.
ELLE
The ceremony went by without a hitch, and the reception meal was perfect. I am always nervous when I plan a wedding, but this time, I was a wreck. I don’t know what I would have done if something had gone wrong at Jody’s wedding. She wouldn’t have been worried about it. She kept telling me it was only one day and she wanted to marry Josh because she will love him forever, not to have the wedding of the year, but still, I never would have forgiven myself if anything had gone wrong.
I was kind of out of practice, but I soon got back into the swing of it. It’s been almost two years since I planned a wedding myself. My business has grown so much, and I mostly work behind the scenes now. My company is a multimillion-dollar business now, an empire as Falcon puts it, and I employ forty full-time staff and hundreds of contractors.
It was nice to get back in the saddle for a short time, but I like being able to leave the day-to-day running to the staff and just oversee their work. Realistically, I could walk away and be a stay-at-home boss, and I know my business would thrive. It’s not something I planned on doing, but sometimes, things come up that weren’t necessarily expected, and sometimes those things are the best things to happen to us.
Jody and Josh had their first dance, the speeches have been done, and now the band is in full swing, and everyone is having a good time. I search the room for Falcon and spot him talking to someone at the bar. He looks good, better than good. He turns, feeling my eyes on him. He meets my eye and smiles. He excuses himself and comes toward me.
I take his hand in mine.
“Can we go outside and get some air?” I say.
“Of course,” he says, frowning in concern. “Are you alright?”
“Never better,” I assure him. “I just wanted to talk to you about something.”
He leads me through the crowd and out onto the veranda. The veranda is strung with lights that cast a warm glow over the guests. Falcon opens the little gate and leads me down a pathway. We sit down on a bench once we’re out of earshot of the guests.
I open my purse and pull out a tiny knitted bootie. I hand it to Falcon with a smile. He takes it and looks at it for a moment, and then he shakes his head.
“I fucking knew it. She is pregnant, isn’t she?”
I shake my head and smile.
“No,” I say. “But I am.”
“What?” he demands. “You are what?”
I look pointedly at the bootie in his hands, and the realization comes over him in a wave. His face breaks into a big grin, and he pulls me into his arms and kisses me.
“Elle, you make me the happiest man in the world every single day, but today, you’ve exceeded yourself. I can’t believe we’re going to have another baby.”
He stands up and pulls me up beside him. He wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me off the ground, spinning me in a circle as he kisses me.
He whispers, “I love you, Elle.”
THE END
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