While he shoots his load all over, I rub my hands over my tits and start to spread his cum over my skin, looking at him with a devilish cum-coated grin on my face. Once his spasms finally subside, his knees buckle and he goes down, kneeling right in front of me. Returning my devil’s grin, he leans into me and presses his mouth against mine; his tongue takes my mouth by assault, and stealing it from me, he scoops up his own cum. When he finally pulls back from our kiss, his grin is even wider than before, and he swallows.
“You’re a dirty, dirty boy, Mr. Woman Tamer” I purr, smiling as if I am the happiest woman on Earth. Which I might be.
“Look who’s talking, Ms. Man Chaser,” he shoots back, brushing his fingers across my face. “And I like it that way, don’t worry… After all, we’re going to have a lifetime of dirtiness ahead of us.” I smile at him, letting that sink in. A lifetime together… And, soon, we’re going to have a family. I don’t know what else to ask for.
“I can’t wait for it.”
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Epilogue As Told By Brittney
I sit back on the couch and spread my legs wide. I’m wearing just a light blue thong. One hand is underneath, desperately fingering my clit. The other hand is twisting my nipples.
In front of me are two mirror images of Ethan. They’re both coming toward me.
“You’ve already started without us, huh?” Ethan One asks me, giving me his trademark smirk.
“But you’re going to end with us,” Ethan Two says, picking up nicely. “I swear.”
I’ve done this program maybe about half a dozen times and I never last through it. Two big strong men like Ethan are about to have their way with me.
I’ll tell you right now what's going to happen, hun.
They’re going to take off their boxer briefs. Then they’re going to force me on all fours on the couch.
Ethan One is going to stand next to the edge of the couch and force me to blow him. Ethan Two is going to slap my ass if I don’t blow fast enough while also taking time to bring his face lower and lick my ass.
Then Ethan Two is going to jam his cock in me as Ethan One keeps fucking my face.
By now, I’ll have cum at least once, maybe twice.
They’ll fuck every hole of mine. They’ll DP me till I pass out from pleasure. They’ll cum all over me and leave me a quivering mass of twitching flesh on the ground.
And then I’ll take the nondescript looking glasses off and be transported back to my apartment.
Only this time, I don’t get a chance to do any of that, because someone takes the glasses off of me.
“Hey!” I shout out.
And I realize that Ethan Kane—the real thing—is standing right in front of me.
“Figured you’d want me in the flesh?” he asks, a smirk, on his lips.
I smile at him and stand up.
I’m dressed casually, just yoga pants and a tank top. It’s a Sunday and neither of us has work today. Thank God.
I’m serious, hun. If you only knew the kind of year that we’ve had.
Oh, no, it wasn’t bad at all. In fact it was several orders of magnitude better than great.
First, let’s do the work bits.
So Conners Media and everything controlled by Simon Conners kind of blew up after the disaster that was Times Square. As one of the largest companies in the world of pornography began to implode, Ethan found himself on the front seat. Illicit Entertainment began to start picking up and buying pieces of Conners Media from the banks after they were sold off.
The final death knell came when HawkeLane Media, the direct Internet sex entertainment company run by Arsen Hawke and his wife purchased the rest of the assets at fire sale prices and fired Simon Conners.
After that, Simon began to try and nurse his depression and spent six months blowing through millions of dollars.