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“Thinking that this is just some one night stand,” he continues. “Thinking that you’re not the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. And that I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“What?”
He keeps fucking me. Gradually getting faster and harder with e passing second.
I can barely hold on. The warmth between my legs keeps growing. Building up like a super volcano ready to erupt and cover the entire planet in its hot, molten lava.
“You heard me,” he says. “I love you, Sara. I know it’s crazy. I know we’ve only just met. But I love you. I’ve never been more certain of anything in all my life.”
“Oh, Shit!” That’s all it takes to send me over the edge.
My toes cramp shut. My back arches. Ellis keeps pounding his cock deep inside me. Pushing my first orgasm into my second and then my third. Until I’ve milked him for every last drop of come.
“You can’t possibly mean it?” I say, laying down by his side and running my fingers through his chest hair.
It’s been a little while since he told me he loved me, but he knows exactly what I’m talking about.
He turns to face me. So he can look me in the eyes when he talks. He kisses me again. The best kiss in the whole damn world.
“I mean it, Sara.”
“You swear?” I ask.
He puts his hand over his heart. “On my daughter’s life.”
I chew on my lip and think about what this means. My life’s never going to be the same again. And I couldn’t be more excited.
“This is big,” I say. “Really big.”
He looks at me, a mischievous, handsome grin on his face. “Hell, yeah, it is,” he says. “Just like my cock.”
Epilogue
Eight Years Later…
“So, basically, the plan is to just run up to people and dance. Right in their face. And Tammy will film me. And then I’ll post it to TikTok and Insta and all the usual social media sites. Pretty soon we’ll be famous. And then I’ll be balling. Like, just throwing money around. Buying mansions and Ferrari’s and wearing diamond chains and stuff.”
I put my hand on Ellis’s arm. We’re at a nice family restaurant. Me, Ellis, our three children, his daughter Tammy, and her new boyfriend, Derrick. Somehow, I don’t think we’ll be allowed to stay if Ellis decides to murder the new boyfriend before the entrees arrive. And I’m really really hungry. That’s what happens when you’re seven months pregnant.
“He’s a really good dancer,” Tammy says.
“That sounds delightful,” I say.
“Yeah,” Ellis grumbles. Picking up a breadstick. Crushing it in his fist as his eyes glare at the hand resting on his daughter’s upper thigh. “Delightful.”
The next ten minutes go by like we’re in a warzone. Any second, I’m worried Ellis will explode.
The new boyfriend doesn’t even seem to notice. He just keeps talking about his crazy get-rich-quick schemes. Tries to get Ellis to invest in one of his ideas. Says he needs ten thousand dollars for a hella-sick camera.
“I’ll think about it,” Ellis says, showing almost superhuman constraint.
Tammy has grown into a beautiful, intelligent young woman. But her taste in men is horrible.
The last guy was a total douche. This one seems even worse. But Ellis is slowly learning that he only makes things worse when he tries to scare them off.
“You should, man,” Derrick says. “You don’t wanna miss out on this kind of deal. I mean, you’ll be getting in on the bottom floor. Right at the very beginning. And the sky’s the limit. You’ll see maybe a thousand percent returns. Maybe ten thousand. If you’re lucky it might be a billion percent. Can you imagine that? A billion percent return on a ten thousand dollar investment. That’s like…” he scratches his chin. Starts muttering numbers like he’s some kind of mathematical genius. Counting things off on his fingers and looking up a the ceiling until he finally has an answer. “At least a million dollars.”
Ellis shakes his head. Covers his face with both his hands and starts to groan.
