Page 149 of The Accidental Wife

Epilogue

“In the summer of 2019,a handsome boy met the most beautiful girl in a club, they danced, they got drunk and somehow ended up on a plane to Vegas where they got married and thus began their whirlwind love story…” An excited new Dad tells his baby girl as he rocks her back and forth while she’s curled up in his arms.

10 months before…

After their beautiful, very untraditional ceremony at the Little Chapel in Vegas and their reception at the stunning Bellagio Hotel, an impatient Cole all but drags a tipsy Shayla up to their suite, where it all began. The newlywed couple make their way out of the elevator, kissing passionately after waiting weeks to make love to one another so their wedding night would be special. Cole carries Shayla to the bedroom and sets her down on her feet. He looks into his wife’s beautiful jade eyes while she gazes up at him adoringly. In that very moment, his heart swells with all the love he has for her, and he couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest man in the world.

Shayla tilts her head to the side, admiring her husband, a gentle smile on her face. “Make me yours, Cole Hoult.” She whispers to him, and he smiles, trailing his fingertips up her bare arms.

“You were always mine, Shayla Hoult.” Shayla watches him closely as he leans in close, capturing her rosy lips with his and kissing her slow and deliberate, making her moan into his mouth when he brushes his tongue ever so lightly over hers teasingly. Shayla’s fingers gingerly unbutton his shirt, exposing the smooth tan skin of his chest. She keeps her eyes on his while she pushes the shirt off his well-defined, broad shoulders. Cole's eyes close, and he swallows hard when she runs her soft hands over his chest while her lips graze along his throat, nipping and sucking gently. Her slender fingers find the belt buckle to his trousers. She undoes it, slowly tugs the belt out of its loops, and hooks it around his neck, drawing his mouth to hers, kissing him vehemently.

Cole wraps his arms around her as they kiss slow and sensual. He drags his fingers down her bare spine, making her quiver in his arms. Shayla pulls away, eliciting a groan of displeasure from Cole, who watches her with hungry eyes as she backs away from him. “Get your sexy butt back here, Mrs Hoult.” He drawls, biting his lip and Shayla shakes her head as she slides the straps to her wedding dress down her arms and tugs the zipper down. “You’ll have to wait just a teeny bit longer so I can change into something a lot less uncomfortable for you.” She tells him sultrily, and Cole shakes his head.

“Baby, I promise you, whatever you put on, I will tear off of you in five seconds flat.” He answers while staring at her intently. “I don’t have the patience for lingerie right now. I want you naked and spread out on top of that bed, ready to be devoured.” Shayla bites her lip and nods, and proceeds to unzip her wedding dress.

Cole sucks in a sharp breath as he stood watching as the wedding dress slides off her body and pools around her feet. His eyes leisurely scan her body as she stood in a white lace thong, a garter on her thigh and her heels. “Sweet Jesus…” He moans, soaking up his beautiful wife. Cole eagerly watches as she lets her hair out, and it falls around her shoulders in loose waves.

“I believe you’re supposed to take the garter off, honey.” She purrs sultrily at him, gesturing to the blue garter around her thigh. Cole smiles and strolls over, and Shayla watches as he kneels in front of her, his green eyes peering up at her as he lifts her leg, kissing his way up to the garter. Cole bites it and drags it down her smooth leg. Shayla bites her lip, watching him as he tug the lace panties down her shapely legs.

“You’re an absolute Goddess baby, I’m going to worship you till my very last breath.” He asserts solemnly, and Shayla smiles dotingly at him.

“I’m going to hold you to that promise.” She responds breathily, brushing her fingers through his hair, and he kisses her stomach.

“You better.” Standing up and lifting her into his arms all in one motion. Cole melds their lips together in a feverish kiss as he carries her to the bed and lays her down on it. Shayla pulls him down and rolls him over onto his back. Straddling him, she rocks herself against the hard length of him, making Cole moan throatily, while he curls his fingers in her hair and kisses her with affection, taking his time feeling out every crevice of her mouth. Shayla pulls away from the kiss and licks her way down his torso, nipping and sucking, leaving her mark all over him. He was hers and only hers. Cole enjoyed every little bit of it as he watches her with hooded eyes while she free’s him of his trousers and boxers.

Shayla looks at his member and licks her lips longingly as she settles herself between his legs and wraps her fingers around his length. Cole moans audibly, eyes closed, his mouth hangs open when he feels his wife’s hot mouth wrap around him. “Fuck baby, yes…” He shudders as Shayla licks lavishly around the crown, making his hips jerk up.

Cole fists the bed covers while he watches his member slowly disappear into her mouth. “Shayla,” He whispers breathily, rocking his hips up, matching her rhythm. “Fuck, baby, you suck so good.” Cole hisses, leaning up on one elbow, he gathers her hair in the other hand and watches her sucking him eagerly. When Shayla moans, the vibrations of her vocal cords makes him shiver. Cole bites his lip hard when he feels that familiar stir in the pit of his stomach. As much as he needed to explode in her mouth right then, he pulls her up and kisses her hot and hard while laying her down on her back.

Cole kept good on his promise— and worshiped her, he did. Taking his sweet time kissing every inch of her body, caressing her, sucking, and biting her tight nipples, making her gasp and arch up, pushing her breast up, requesting further contact, silently telling him what she needs, and he obeyed. Cole was paying attention to her every movement, her every sound. Shayla shudders when he licks her mound sluggishly, circling the tip of his tongue; using his fingers, he spreads her cleft, revealing her clit, and circles the tip of his tongue over it lightly. Shayla quakes, curling her fingers in his hair. “Ohhhh baby, I love it when you do that.” She moans breathily while rocking her hips slowly. Cole continues to glide his tongue lightly over her clit, loving every second of watching the muscles in her stomach convulse with every flick of his tongue. “Uhhhh yes…” Shayla whimpers when he sucks her hard and slides a finger deep inside her, stroking her g-spot, bringing her close to that sweet release she’s begging for.

Shayla opens her eyes and watches him through the mirror on the ceiling as she rocks and grinds herself up against his mouth. Her stomach tightens, and she feels that warmth spread through her and pool at her groin. “Uhh, baby, I’m coming, I’m coming.” She whimpers panting, Cole sucks her clit hard and moans when he feels her clit throb and pulse on his tongue. “Uhhh Cole, yes!” She cries out as she explodes, rocking and rubbing herself against his mouth as she rides out every wave and pulse of her orgasm. She collapses on the bed breathless, her body tingling all over with post-orgasm bliss. “Oh my God,” She pants opening her eyes and looking up at her husband. “You’re incredible, baby.” She whispers, pulling him down for a kiss and getting a second-hand taste of herself on his tongue, which drove her wild.

Cole gathers her arms and pins them above her head, lacing his fingers with hers as he slowly pushes himself inside her. “Ohh fuck…” Cole breathes against her lips when his head spun at the tightness of her around him. “I forgot how fucking good you feel.” He hisses, pushing himself deep inside her till he’s buried to the hilt. Shayla moans, sucking his bottom lip and wrapping her legs around his waist, drawing him as deep as he could go. They lay still for a moment, just kissing, soaking up the feeling of one another until Cole slowly starts thrusting into her with slow, lazy strokes making her mewl and rock up. Cole drags his lips down her throat as he thrusts harder, spreading his legs wider so he could go deeper, angling himself so he could hit her g-spot just how she likes it, and she doesn’t disappoint. The harder he thrusts, the louder her moans as she nears her climax.

“You gonna come for me, sweetheart,” Cole growls, thrusting hard and deep into her, and she whimpers, biting her lip hard.

“Yes, baby, yes, fuck don’t stop. Oh, right there…” She cries, tightening her fingers around his. “Come with me, baby.” She whimpers, and Cole presses his forehead to hers while he drives himself hard and deep into her. The bed squeaks louder with every raring thrust, his muscles tighten, and his manhood pulses while he soars toward that earth-shattering, spine-tingling release.

“Oh fuck, come on, baby, take me over.” He pleads, panting, and Shayla arches up and grinds her hips against Coles, her pelvic walls clamp down around him as she climaxes, fluttering around him, her body stills in his arms for just a second as she hits the peak of ecstasy, and she quakes, panting his name and takes Cole with her. “Ohhhh fuck, fuck I’m coming baby, ahhhhh Shayla!” Cole growls, pushing deep, and grunts as his cum surges down his shaft, spilling his hot seed deep inside her with a shudder. Shayla kisses him deeply, and he raucously moans as he rocks his hips slower while they cling to the last of the tingling sensations of their orgasm. They lay together, hearts beating frantically, breathing heavily while their bodies calmed. Cole looks down into his wife’s flushed face while she peers up at him, smiling lazily.

“That was a hell of a three minutes, Cole Hoult.” She whispers teasingly, and he brushes his lips over hers softly with a roguish smile.

“Mmm, baby, you married the wrong man if quick three-minute fucks is what you were after.” He burrs, kissing her softly. “Three minutes is simply not long enough to feed the hunger I have for your tight pussy.” He moans when she rocks her hips a little firing him up all over again. “Keep doing that, and I’ll fuck you all over again, honey.”

“Oh, that’s cute. You thought we were done?” She grins up at him; her eyes were twinkling mischievously. Cole laughs deeply, burying his face into the crook of her neck.

“No fucking chance. I’ve got months of sexual frustration to take out on you, baby girl.” He groans and rolls onto his back, pulling her on top of him. Shayla straddles him and gasps when he jerks his hips up, thrusting into her hard and ready. “Saddle up and ride that pony baby.” He growls throatily, squeezing her hips. “Hey Siri, play pony!” Cole calls out, and a second later, the song starts playing through the speakers in the room. Shayla gapes at him, and he winks at her biting his lip. “Ride it.” And ride it she did, until he was singing her name.

The next morning Shayla woke up wrapped up in her husband’s arms. She lay still admiring his handsome face and sighs contently. She kisses his soft lips and pulls back a little when he smiles against her lips. Cole moans and pulls her back to kiss him again—which she does—dropping soft little pecks on his lips. “Mm, promise me you’ll wake me up like this every morning.” Cole whispers, and Shayla smiles fondly.

“I promise, baby.” She whispers as Cole pulls her on top of him and looks up into her eyes, his fingers combing through her dark tresses.

“As much as I would love to stay in bed naked with you all day, we’ve got a honeymoon to get too,” Cole tells her, and Shayla smiles.

“You still haven’t told me where we're going?”

Cole grins and kisses down her throat. “Cancun.” Shayla pulls back and looks down at him wide-eyed.

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