Page 54 of Cream Pie

Epilogue

Amy

“We’re going to be late,”I moan as his lips trail down my spine.

“Yeah, but it’s our dinner. We can be late,” he growls. His hands slide around to my front, making me gasp as he cups my breasts and teases my aching nipples with his fingers. I moan, grinding back on him and gasping at the feel of his bare, thick, huge cock throbbing naked and hot against my ass.

“Unless, of course,” he groans, pulling his hands back. “Unless you just want to go now, and we can get to this some other—”

“Yeah, fuck no,” I moan, grabbing his hands and yanking them right back to where they were.

Javier growls, nipping at the back of my neck as he pulls me into him, my naked back flat against his rock-hard chest. We’re sitting in a big leather easy chair in our new living room in Chicago—him totally naked and me just in a pair of flimsy panties that are about four seconds away from being ripped off.

He slides a hand down my tummy, and I whimper as he spreads my legs with his. His fingers tug my lacy black panties to the side, and I gasp as he pushes two fingers wetly over my throbbing clit. Behind me, his big cock pulses against my ass, and I eagerly push back into him.

Yeah, life is pretty fucking great.

We’re in Chicago now, starting our lives together. Javier ended up pulling a Max and setting out on his own, with Marshall’s blessing, to start his own fund under Bane Financial’s umbrella here in Chicago. Part of it was that of course, for a guy like Javier, it’s just the next level of things. But also, it was for me, seeing as I’ve got three more years of college here at least.

Yes, I miss being close to my dad, and Kendall of course. But I’d be out here anyways for school, and besides, they’ve got their own bi-coastal thing going on constantly anyways with dad being east-coast based and Kendall finishing school at Stanford.

That said, they do have access to a private jet or three. It kinda takes the stress out of long-distance.

I suppose Javier and I could have certainly made it work with New York and Chicago. But who wants that? Not me, that’s for sure, and certainly not him. So, here we are.

And after all, who doesn’t want to live with their fiancé?

Javier sucks at the hollow of my neck, making me whimper as his free hand takes one of mine. He threads his fingers with mine, pushing both of our hands down between my legs and letting us both feel how wet I am. I moan and look down at the big diamond sparkling on my finger, and grin.

Yeah, future Mrs. Javier Luca right here.

“These need to get the fuck off, right now,” he groans. He slides me up off of him, so that I’m standing in front of him, and I moan as I he starts to peel my soaked thong from me. He tugs it down, making me whimper as I feel it cling wetly to my slippery pussy, before it drops down to the floor to be kicked away. He groans, wrapping his arms around me and dragging his tongue up my back as he pulls me into his lap once more.

His big cock slides between my thighs, pushing up over my little pussy to pulse against my stomach. I gasp, rocking my hips against him and letting my clit drag over his shaft. My hand strokes him against me, and he grunts as precum begins to pump from his swollen head, making a mess of me.

I turn my head, and as our lips bruise together, he lifts me up and centers his fat cockhead at my opening. With a gasping whimper, I push down, and then cry out as his huge cock begins to slide into me. I kiss him feverishly, moaning into his mouth as I slide lower and lower, taking every single inch of my fiancé’s thick cock in my tight little pussy, until his heavy balls are against my lips.

Yeah, life is fucking good.

Getting engaged, loving school, thinking about business grad school programs, and watching Javier build his own company has been amazing these last few months. To make it better, he and my dad are, well, they’re perfect now—right back to being best friends. And, look, I get it—I get that it was weird for my dad to see me with Javier. But, after some talks, he was able to see that it’d been just as weird for me to find out about him and my best friend. But once I saw how hard they loved each other, it just made sense.

That’s what did it for him. He saw how much Javier and I loved each other, and he was on board.

We eventually solved the Jackie mystery about that night, or about how she’d snuck her way to the wedding resort. The first was that my dad had a weak link in his security detail—a guy who’d recently been left by his wife. And Jackie, master manipulative bitch that she is, had exploited that to sink her claws in. Through him, she’d figured out the travel itinerary, and gotten herself to Thailand to spy on Javier. Which is a little nauseating to think about, but I’m over it.

That night back in New York, it turns out that she ended up sneaking in with Mr. Parsnell, an elderly, somewhat senile widower who lived in the unit beneath Javier. The poor guy was pretty manipulatable these days, and Jackie apparently convinced him she was his niece, which he doesn’t have. She used the fire escape from his place to break into a side window in Javier’s place, and she got lucky guessing his new alarm system pin—I mean, to be fair, it was his birthday, I mean c’mon—to turn it off once she was in.

Sneaky bitch.

That night was the very last we ever saw, or will ever see of her, though. Both Javier and my dad went hard with their legal teams on her, filing a ton of restraining orders, and threatening enough legal action that her own lawyers basically begged her to drop off the face of the map. Javier’s got people who keep tabs on her, but last we heard, she’s living with some old rich guy trying to swindle her way into his inheritance.

The jokes on her though. Javier looked into him, and the guy is living off of stolen credit cards and stolen pension funds. I think he and Jackie deserve each other.

“Oh fuck!” I moan, sliding up and then back down on Javier’s huge dick, loving the way he absolutely fills me with every damn thrust. His big hands slide over my body, cupping my breasts, teasing my nipples, pushing a finger into my mouth as I whimper and suck on it, and teasing my clit with another hand.

I start to bounce faster, losing myself as I ride him and melt under his touch.

We are going to be late but screw it. It’s our own engagement dinner for friends and family, and he’s right—we can totally be late. Though, it’s going to be great to see everyone—Kendall and my dad, friends of mine from school and from home, old friends of Javier’s…

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