EPILOGUE- SEVEN YEARS LATER
BARON
There’s a sayingthat I’m seconds from butchering, and it goes something like this: you need to leave a place to truly miss it. That’s the way I feel about California. It took a few years to come back, and we certainly don’t live here most of the year, but every summer, Sunny and I come home for a couple of months and relive our youth.
The babies get to spend time with their grandparents. Sunny gets to paint by the ocean while she works on her tan, and I have a chance to bum around the studios and dive into a project that piques my interest. I choose one film a year, sometimes in front of the camera and other times behind it. Thanks to Sun Moon Designs--- you know, Sunny Luna--- seventeen stores nationwide, a flagship store in Greenwich Village, and an e-commerce business specializing in eclectic art and kitschy home goods, I don’t need to work ever again. But I like to stay busy and keep up appearances for the kids. They like to tell their friends their dad’s a movie star.
Last Christmas, we celebrated our sixth anniversary. I’ll admit it was a lightning-fast courtship, and it felt like a race to the altar, but Sunny and I didn’t hesitate for a second. We had our heads screwed on tight. We knew what we were doing, and it seemed pointless to wait for an arbitrary date to tick off. Once we came together, everything was set right. My world finally made sense, and I knew I’d met my co-star for life.
We flew her family into the city and married at the Plaza Hotel two days before Christmas. Every year we go back without the kids, pretend we’re newlyweds, and have the time of our lives. She enjoys a little play-acting every now and again, and as a man with several acting awards on my mantle, I like to provide for my lady’s needs.
Tonight isn’t a significant night on the calendar, but I don’t need a special occasion to rock my Sunny’s world.
I turn off my headlights and quietly pull into the driveway, checking the time to ensure I’m not too early. She left strict instructions to drop off our sons for grandma time at a quarter to eight, then return home at once. I scroll through my messages and read the second text.
Sunny: I’m in the guest bedroom. A lonely high school girl dreaming of Baron Caulfield. The window is cracked. Maybe I played with myself. Perhaps I didn’t. What are you going to do about it?
I reread the message, straining against the dark to ensure I’ve read the words correctly and remember the story she recounted our first night together.
That crazy girl. I am going to spank her ass if she started without me.
I bound out from the driver’s seat and head towards the front door. The housekeeper waves me through, then tells me she’s leaving for the evening. I mumble my goodbyes, hustle into the living room, and make a beeline past the sliding door through the kitchen. I’m nearly forty years old. Here’s hoping she left me a step ladder to climb into the window, or I’ll need to stretch like the old man I’ve become.
I reach the guest bedroom window and spy my Sunny lying naked, tits visible, nipples tight and ready for my mouth. Her legs are partly spread with a sheen of moisture on her bare pussy. My hands clench with an uncontrollable urge to reach out and grab everything at once. I look down and spot a tiny ladder leading into the window, and thank God I have a clever wife.
I lift the window and crack it open with a thud. Sunny stays still, keeping in character like a pro. At twenty-seven, she doesn’t look much older than eighteen, and I think back to what I would have done if she’d offered this to me then. Would I have turned this down? Not on your fucking life. Catching Sunny like this, lying naked in her high school bed, waiting for me to pop her little cherry, would have turned me into an even bigger fiend. I would have stolen her away, knocked her up, and stalked her to the point of madness.
I shed my clothes and crawl onto the bed. She pretends to stir with the weight of my body, then awakens when I kiss my way up her legs.
“Baron, what are you doing here? My parents are in the other room...” She covers one breast but leaves the other available for my mouth. I latch on to her nipple and steal what’s left of our daughter’s milk. She doesn’t protest but presses my mouth down, urging me to get my kinky fix while I can.
“I’ve been watching you, and I know you’ve been watching me, Sunny.” My boast makes her blush. “I think this pussy needs some attention, and you don’t know how to ask for it.” I spread her legs and lift her knees to her shoulders. “Is that what you want? Do you want me to give it some attention?”
She nods and holds her legs. “Please.”
I run my tongue down the length of her moist slit and lick the arousal off her swollen pink pussy lips. She lifts her hips, offering me more, giving me her pussy to use, feast, fuck, and I’ll get to everything before the night is through. I’ll have it all like I always do.
“Has anyone ever touched you?” I sink two fingers into her wet pussy and spread her wide, pumping in and out, watching her writhe and pant, bucking her hips while I thrash her clit with tiny flicks. Her skin glistens. Her eyelashes flutter. The harder I stroke, the closer she comes to cresting into the waves of her first climax.
“No one. No one.” She whimpers, trembling as her body succumbs to ecstasy.
I lift her hips to meet my greedy mouth, savor her taste and devour every ounce of essence pouring out from her slick channel. I want it all before I take what’s mine.
“You want me to pop this cherry?” I hold my cock to her pussy and wedge it between her folds, sliding in and out as the sweet grip of her tight walls brings me close to the edge.
“Please don’t tell my brothers!” She cries out as I ram my cock all the way in. Her grip brings me to my knees, and I grunt with lust.
“I won’t hide us, baby. I’m going to knock this pussy up. In four months, everyone will know you’re mine anyway.” She gasps and bites her bottom lips, smiling wickedly as I spread her legs wider, thrusting deeper, harder, savoring every inch and second that I make this girl mine over and over again.
“Do it, Baron! Knock me up! I don’t care what anyone says! I love you!” She holds her swollen breasts and arches her back, meeting my thrusts like the bad girl I know and love. “I’m going to do it!” I yell, smothering her with kisses as the tide pulls me under.
“I love you! Give me your baby!” She gasps and winds her legs around my hips, trembling with pleasure as I bottom out in her tight pussy.
I clutch her hands, grinding harder, thrusting faster, and rutting to the edge of insanity. I bring her forward to lick her breasts, licking her nipples and smothering her lips until we shatter in a shared release that’s so loud that it frightens our infant daughter in a nursery down the hall.
We stare at one another, eyes narrowed, lips pursed, sweat dripping down our faces. I lean forward and kiss her forehead, “I’ll check on her and come back.”
She tries to smile, but exhaustion has kicked in. “Thank you.”
I slip on my boxers and pad towards the door. Before I step through, I turn to look over my shoulder and glare at my beautiful wife.
She senses my question and responds before I ask. “I’m on the pill. That was just dirty talk.”
“Thanks, sweetheart. Just wanted to make sure. I’m good with three.”