He takes his mouth straight to my pussy, laying his lips there and sucking the strands of cum that have pooled between my pussy lips. I moan as he runs his tongue up and down the length of my pussy, scooping all of the cum in its way, and then he slides his lips to my waist. From there, he traces a straight line over my stomach with his tongue, only stopping when he arrives at the valley between my breasts.
Taking his lips to my right nipple, he nibbles at it before going over to my left one. He licks my breasts dry, running its tongue up and down my curves, and then he finally slides his tongue up the curve of my chin.
I tangle my fingers in his hair and pull him into me then, crushing my mouth against his. We move our lips in a desperate embrace, cum dripping down both of our chins as our tongues dance in a frenzy.
When we finally pull back, there’s a strand of cum hanging from his lips, and I just reach for it with my tongue and take it in my mouth. I smile at him and then swallow all the semen inside my mouth, its saltiness going down my throat and making my skin prickle.
“I love you, Aidan,” I whisper at him, lust giving way to happiness.
“I love you too…” he repeats, and then places one hand softly over my belly. “The two of you,” he smiles, and I realize that I’m the luckiest woman in the universe.
I don’t know what I did to deserve a man like Aidan, but now that I have him… you can rest assured that I’ll never let go of him.
Trust me.
26
Abby
Epilogue
“Oh God, more?” I ask Cheryll as she lays a heavy stack of manuscripts on my desk.
“Yeah, and CJ’s carrying a lot more,” she shrugs, pointing toward the entrance of my office. CJ’s carrying three boxes, and they’re piled up so high that I can’t even see her head. She drags herself inside my office and drops all of the boxes on top of my desk.
“And that’s all the mail for today,” she mutters, wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. Sighing loudly, she sits down on the chair facing my desk. “We’re going to need to hire some people,” she says, breathing raggedly while her eyes wander over the pile of manuscripts on my desk.
“Yeah, seems like it,” I reply, opening the boxes and getting the heavy stacks of paper out. “This is crazy.”
Well, this is actually more than just crazy. It’s been like this everyday for the past six months. Since Aidan and I launched Naughty Angel Publishing it seems that writers all around the world have swamped us with their manuscripts. We’ve already published quite a few of them, but the few interns we have can’t keep up with the pace of submissions. We’re receiving dozens and dozens of submissions in the mail everyday.
After Aidan’s insane stunt at the convention, Big Dick shot right back to #1 one, and it stayed there for six months. During these six months, we launched a sequel… And the only book capable of dethroning Big Dick ended up being its own sequel, Hungry Pussy. Studio execs have already approached us, hell bent on bringing our story to the big screen, but we’re not sure if that’s going to work out - our books are so scorching hot that the only way you’d be able to adapt them was to turn them into porn.
Okay, just between you and me, there’s reason we haven’t sold the movie rights to Big Dick: we’re hammering a multi-million dollar deal with Ethan Kane, the undisputed porn king of America. Instead of bringing Big Dick to the big screen, Kane wants to adapt it to his new VR platform. Crazy, right? I went from starving writer to rolling in money and fame in the space of an year.
“What are you girls talking about?” I hear Aidan’s voice, and a second after I see his head peering from the doorway to my office. I get up from my chair as I see him, forgetting all about the dozens of manuscripts on my desk, and make a beeline toward him.
Little Cody is in his arms, and believe me when I tell you it’s the cutest baby ever. And this coming from someone that had a hard time seeing the beauty in babies. I guess motherhood can really change a woman.
“Come to momma,” I whisper at Cody, and he gives me a lazy smile, extending his little arms toward me. I grab him and hold him close, laying a gentle kiss on his forehead, and then give
another kiss to Aidan.
“I thought you were staying home today,” I tell him, and he leans against the doorway and gazes at my busy desk.
“I thought you could use a little help. I mean, three woman alone in the office? I bet you’d just spend the day talking about men and -- Ouch!” He cries out playfully as I punch his bicep.
“Missed ya,” I mouth to him, and he smiles at me.
“Oh, come on, stop that, we have work to do,” CJ and Cheryll start protesting, and a few of the interns in the main floor sneak a peek inside my office, trying to see what all the commotion is about.
That’s right, we have interns too - twelve of them, and if they keep up with the good work we’re probably going to make them full time employees somewhere during the next few months. Naughty Angel Publishing is a growing operation, and it won’t take long for us to overtake Bad Boy Publishing. It’s not that big of a deal anyway - since Aidan’s stunt with Huge Cock that they never really managed to sink their teeth into the romance market again. All they seem to do nowadays is pump out cheap knock-offs of the novels Naughty Angel publishes every week.
Last I heard also, Austin over at Python had sent some guys over to his house about the whole camera thing that Aidan told me about.
No one has heard from him since.
Good riddance, Grady, serves you well.