Page 23 of His Pretty Little Thief

Epilogue

Simone

Let me tell you something: it’s not easy to find a hot wedding dress that fits you when you’re seven months pregnant. But somehow, I think I’m pulling it off.

“Fuck you look so fucking good taking my big cock like that, love.”

…Knox thinks so too.

I moan, gripping the edges of the makeup vanity with a white-knuckle grip—my feet also up on the surface of it with my legs spread wide and my knees up to my chest. The gorgeous white dress is bunched around my waist, the top pulled down over my hormone-swollen and sensitive breasts. Between my legs, my gorgeous fiancé growls as he grips my hips and sinks his cock deep into me, making me squeal in pleasure as I feel myself start to fall towards that sweet release.

Yes, my husband-to-be is seeing me in my wedding dress—about ten minutes before we’re supposed to meet up at end of the aisle, actually. But believe me, superstition can take a freaking back seat when it comes to Knox’s big cock making me feel like a queen.

I yank him into me by the open collar of his dress shirt, crushing my lips to his and moaning deeply into his mouth as his hands tighten on me. His thick length drives into me over and over, my clit rubbing so deliciously against the top of his shaft with every thrust and the heat welling up inside.

Honestly, they should market this. Pre-wedding jitters? Just get fucked sideways right before you walk down the aisle! I whimper into his lips, kissing him madly as he claims me right there on the vanity, our bodies rocking together as we tumble towards the edge.

Yep. Best. Wedding day. Ever.

It’s been a few months since the night we met—well, the night we officially met, that is. And it’s been bliss ever since. Knox moved me out of my crummy old Hell’s Kitchen apartment and into his penthouse the very next day, and from there, I got to watch first hand as his legal team and the New York District Attorney shredded The Agency. Turns out there were three people at the top running things, and the state decided to make an example of them for what was essentially preying on and pimping out girls. And when a few of the girls they’d used couldn’t exactly produce legit IDs or verified ages? Well, things got way, way worse for them.

Good.

I’d say the one silver lining to The Agency was that it had led me to Knox, but then, even that wasn’t true. Knox and I found each other by chance, and it was because of those stupid sperm-stealing douchebags that he had to concoct this elaborate plan to get to me. But, even with the hurdles thrown in our way, we’ve found our happy ending. We’re madly in love, we’re getting married, and I can’t wait to give birth to our baby girl in just a few months.

Oh, and the sex is fucking mind-blowing, obviously.

The funny thing is, I’m not even the only one getting a happy ending through everything that happened. I mean, just look at Bianca. Knox was right, my friend had embellished a lot about her life—definitely about the number of clients she’d had through The Agency. It wasn’t three.

…But then, it wasn’t one, either. And let me tell you, it’s quite the story for another day. But suffice it to say, Bianca never did do anything she didn’t want to do, and she sure as hell found her happy ending.

I cry out as Knox drives into me, his big dick filling me up so good like he always does. Plus, with the pregnancy, I swear I somehow got even tighter, and trust me, neither of us are complaining about the way he stretches me out so fucking well. His mouth drops to my tingling nipples, making me moan and tremble as his hand slides to where we’re joined. His finger rolls my clit, his cock sinks in and out of me, his heavy balls slap against my ass, and his lips suck at my nipples.

And suddenly, I start to fall.

“Knox!”

I cry out, clinging to him as his mouth finds mine and his tongue swirls with mine. I moan into his kiss as the orgasm slams through me, sending electric ripples of pleasure shuddering through my body. Knox groans, burying himself to the hilt in my clenching little cunt, and suddenly, I feel him let go. He growls into my lips, his thick cock pulsing and twitching deep inside of me as he pumps rope after thick rope of hot cum deep against my swollen womb.

We sink into each other, panting and laughing as we try and catch our breaths.

“We’re going to be late to our own wedding, you know,” I giggle.

“Yeah?” Knox grins. “Well, they can wait. I’ll send the caterers out with snacks to hold them over.”

I laugh, tugging him by the tie into me as I kiss him slow and deep.

“C’mon, beautiful,” he murmurs. “Let’s go get married.”

I nod, chewing on my bottom lip as he slowly eases out of me. I whimper, my hand sliding down to cup my pussy as he reaches down and slips my panties back on. He grins wickedly as he tugs them back up my legs, pulling them snug against my freshly fucked pussy after I lift my ass for him.

I love feeling his cum fill my panties after he’s fucked me. That might be weird, but I seriously don’t care. What can I say? I love my husband-to-be’s cum.

Knox goes to pull his own pants back up, but I stop him as I shake my head and slide off the vanity.

“Wait…” I slide to my knees, and before he can say a word, he growls as I open my mouth and slide my lips down over his still-hard cock. I moan around his head, tasting myself and his cum as I swallow him into my throat. I suck him clean, heat and lust igniting in me again as I pull away. I stand, blushing at the way he stares at me with heat in his eyes.

“Dirty girl,” he purrs, a low growl rumbling in his throat.

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