Page 45 of One Big Lie

I never wanted it to end.

"Come for me," she gasped.

I pinned her hands above her head. "You want me to fill you up, beautiful?"

She nodded quickly. "Yes, I need this. Mark me, Brad. Make me yours forever."

Her words were thrilling, and they stole my heart away. I pounded against her like a wild animal, growling and gnashing my teeth together as I quickly climbed to my precipice. I felt her pussy collapsing around me. I felt it milking me for all I had as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

And when her body finally popped, my cock exploded.

"Brad!"

I planted my hands on the carpet and rutted against her. "Oh, holy hell, Court. That's it. Milk me. I'm com—I'm coming—that's it!”

She giggled as her body collapsed against the floor, her forehead glistening with sweat. But me? My orgasm was only beginning. Thread after thread of come shot from the tip of my cock until my balls were completely empty. And yet, with every movement I made, it seemed to keep going. My eyes bulged as Courtney squeezed her pussy around me.

I collapsed against her softness. My still-hardened dick sheathed inside her warmth. I placed my face between her breasts, allowing her body to comfort me and cloak me away from the rest of the world. And it wasn't until she started running her fingers through my knotted hair again that I rolled off to the side before bringing her tightly against me and holding her close.

"Wow," she whispered.

I kissed the crook of her neck. "I could go for a round two if you'd like."

She snorted. "I don't think I have round 1.5 in me. Can I get a raincheck and opt for a steaming shower instead?"

We left our lingering passion and headed into the shower. Under the hot spray, we washed away the day's troubles. Once clean and wrapped in robes, we navigated the dimly lit room and settled into bed.

Courtney nestled into my side, her heartbeat syncing with mine. The day's events finally caught up, pulling us towards sleep's gentle lull. In this quiet, Courtney stirred, breaking the silence with a soft whisper. "Brad?"

"Hmm?" I responded my fingers instinctively brushing through her hair.

After a pause, she whispered, "Where should we get married?"

"How about here? Right here in our home!"

“Perfect.”

Epilogue

Courtney

Three Months Later

Brad and I stood united,our hearts echoing as one amidst the grandeur of the Ahwahnee Lodge at Yosemite National Park. His hand, strong and firm in mine, was a testament to the bond we'd recently sealed at our intimate garden apartment wedding. Laughter, vows, and the heartfelt cheers of our cherished Rosedale crew still reverberated within us, their echoes painting our smiles with joy.

Brad turned to me, his eyes glinting with shared delight. "It's incredible, isn't it, Court? Feels like we've come full circle from our first vacation," he remarked with quiet awe. The shared memory of our initial adventure, now amplified by the joyous hues of our honeymoon, added depth to his words.

Our honeymoon had, indeed, been a tranquil oasis amid the desert of challenges we had overcome. Brad, ever the explorer, seemed to always revel in the freedom and wild beauty of Yosemite, his enthusiasm infectious. "This place, Court... it's like us. Beautiful, resilient, full of surprises," he'd said one evening, his words a soft whisper against the symphony of the wilderness.

Our anticipation grew as we prepared to welcome our extended family, an excitement mirrored in our Western-themed outfits. Brad's grin broadened as he heard the click of our cowboy boots on the polished floors. "I reckon we make a pretty good Western pair, huh?" he teased, making me laugh. He had always had a way of making even the simplest moments special.

The excitement of the room was palpable, magnified by the melodious notes spilling from the stringed ensemble playing in the grand lobby. Brad's eyes twinkled with a sense of accomplishment. "We weathered the storm, Court. We're here, and we're happier and stronger for it,” he said, his words brimming with a spirit of triumph.

I poked Brad, busy gazing out the window at the mountains surrounding us. "Here they come."

"Wow, this place is wild, isn't it, Harper?" I asked, delighting in the young girl's awe.

"It's like a zoo, but the animals don't move," Harper replied, her voice filled with surprise as she glanced around the space at the trophy bucks, grizzlies, antelopes and ducks.

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