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Epilogue
Stella
Astor left last weekto stay with her father, and I’d just hung up from speaking with her. She was thriving in Seattle and had decided to go back to school. No one knew her there, so she got a fresh start in life. Her father promised to bring her back for a visit and understood the bonds she had forged during her time with us.
Matthew and Anna were spending the weekend with their Grandma Doris, and as usual, there were two Death Hounds standing guard at the house. Not that we feared anything would happen, but Colton wanted to be safe rather than sorry. Zeus was with them and he’d become their constant shadow when they weren’t in school. Doris doted on him, giving him treats and belly rubs. He was the bestest boy ever, and I knew he would protect the kids when we weren’t around.
He and I were snuggled in bed, enjoying the peace and quiet of the house.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Colton said as he rolled over and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer to him.
I turned and brushed my hand over his bearded cheek. “Good morning, handsome. Is there anything special you want for breakfast?”
He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at me, then he flexed his hips, allowing me to feel his growing cock pressed against me. Since I’d escaped that hellhole in the Flats, he’d been insatiable. Whenever we had a minute to ourselves, he was all over me, almost like he was afraid I would disappear again.
“Are you sure?” I asked, and he leaned up on his elbow as he brushed a piece of hair from my face.
“I want to taste you all day, every day, until the end of time.” Leaning down, he kissed along the side of my neck as he whispered, “You don’t want to deprive a man of his breakfast, do you?”
“Far be it for me to make you go hungry,” I remarked as he slipped his fingers into the waistband of my panties and began to lower them down my legs.
With a quick kiss on my lips, he began to slip under the covers as I shimmied out of the T-shirt I slept in and tossed it to the ground. His wide shoulders spread my legs as he settled into my core, and when he placed a chaste kiss on my pussy, I knew he was going to devour me. Without the kids around, I could be as loud as I wanted, for a change.
Colton was teasing me as he kissed and nibbled on my inner thighs and pussy, all while avoiding my needy clit. I needed him as much as he needed me, but I still struggled with initiating affection. I was trying to get better with it, but Colton didn’t seem to mind.
The first real lick across the wet seam of my pussy had my back arching off the bed as I tried to close my legs. He expected this and used his hands to force my legs open, giving him all the access he needed to enjoy ‘his favorite meal’.
“Yes, baby,” I moaned as my hand reached down and gripped into his hair.
His tongue was working overtime, flicking my clit before pushing into my center and back again. The sensations were overwhelming as he brought me closer and closer to orgasm. It usually didn’t take long for my first one, and when he felt my body begin to tense, he doubled his efforts on my clit, resulting in a mind-numbing orgasm.
“Fuck,” I yelled into the room as he pushed a thick finger into me. “More,” I moaned, and he retracted his digit before pushing two, then three, into me.
The orgasms rolled from one to another, each different but equally mind-altering. He’d figured out how to push me over the edge, so he used every trick in his arsenal to keep me in a constant state of euphoria as he attacked my clit again. When I felt rung out and unable to stop the physical onslaught of pleasure, he slowed down, giving my wet pussy a soft kiss.
Panting into the room, I stared at the ceiling as he pushed up and in between my legs. Having him look down at me as he entered me was like feeling two souls coming together. He was gentle until I needed more, then he would fuck me until I nearly passed out.
Taking his thick cock into his hand, he rubbed it against the wetness from my orgasms and whispered, “Eyes,” as he began to enter me. My mouth dropped open, and I gazed deeply into his blue eyes as, inch by veiny inch, he filled me to completion. When he was buried to the root, he leaned over and kissed me, allowing our tongues to battle as he patiently waited to move. When it became too much, I pleaded, “Please fuck me.”
“With pleasure, darlin’,” he responded as he retracted his hips, leaving just the bulbous head in before thrusting his hips forward and filling me again.
I brought my hands up to his shoulders and rocked my hips in time with his as he pushed me closer and closer to another orgasm. The force of his thrusts wasn’t too intense, but he made sure every stroke of his cock was full, allowing me to feel each inch of his manhood.
“Don’t stop,” I groaned when he found a particularly erogenous spot deep inside me.
He smiled down at me as the feeling in my lower stomach coiled tighter and tighter. My pussy squeezed his cock, and the faster he thrusted, the closer I got to ecstasy. When my pussy began to rhythmically pulse around him, he groaned, “Come on my cock, darlin’.”
