“Oh fuck!” I cried out.
“You okay?”
“Never better,” I assured with a squeeze of my inner muscles. “You make me feel so good, my fiancé.”
“Good, because you make me feel amazing, my fiancée.”
Pressing down lightly on the small of my back, Gavin eased further into my pussy as I slowly exhaled. It had taken a while, but I had more or less gotten used to the size of his cock and could now take it pretty easily.
We just needed to be a bit gentle at first. Then he could really pound me, which I was a bit surprised to discover that I loved.
When he would get on top of me, I would wrap my legs hard around him to keep him deep inside me until the last minute. I never wanted to let him go.
“That’s my good little bad girl,” he said, slapping my ass and adding, “That’s my real fiancée. I love that I’m going to marry a woman whose plump ass bounces around in my hands while I fuck her pussy.”
Then he gripped me by the hips and started to fuck me hard and deep, pumping his big, hard cock inside me over and over again.
I came first, trembling against him and then Gavin, managing to get his cock around to my mouth before he unloaded, giving me what he knew I wanted. I kept on sucking him until he filled my mouth with his delicious cum.
Going back behind me, he got on his knees and licked my ravaged pussy, helping with my recovery so we could go again. It wasn’t unusual for us to fuck three or four times per session.
Soon enough, I was ready. Gavin wasted no time in turning me over onto my back and penetrating me once again, this time fucking me at the edge of the bed, my legs draped over his elbows. I’d never really thought of myself as particularly kinky, but I really liked it when Gavin took control, keeping me from moving too much.
He lasted longer the second time, still pulling out in the nick of time, dividing his load between my mouth and my face, just as the trembles of my own orgasm vibrated up from my pussy, giving me the best of all worlds.
I was so glad to have met him— despite the crazy circumstances— and to be marrying him for real, finally, after all this time. I knew we would be happy together for the rest of our lives.
All because I had gone to that therapy appointment, and Kenny and Raquel had walked in. I guessed I should be thankful to them, but I was too busy feeling lucky that I had met Gavin and that everything had turned out so good— and so real— in the end.
Gavin
Later, I stroked Maggie’s hair as she stopped gently sucking my cock after I had shot my cum into her mouth. Her rosy cheeks glowed, and I thought it was adorable how flushed she got when we fucked.
I slipped my cock from her mouth, Maggie giving it up reluctantly, keeping both of her small, warm hands where they were— one fondling my balls with the other wrapped around my shaft.
We kissed passionately as she lovingly continued to massage and stroke me. It was almost as if she was trying to get me hard again.
This year had been a whirlwind. The TV show had been a roaring success and topped the ratings week after week. Season two had been given the green light, and all the main cast had secured a million dollars an episode.
And on top of that, Kris Applegate had called out of the blue, asking me to audition for her again. I did, and she offered me the part I had lost while I was in Ireland fixing my family. The other actor she’d offered it to had to pull out due to other work commitments.
Next week, Maggie and I were going to London, where we would stay for the next three months while I filmed. The movie could catapult me into the big leagues. And it was all thanks to Maggie and the good luck— and love— she brought my way.
My dad was sober. For now, anyway.
He was still an arsehole, but he was a sober one. He didn’t remember much of his life, or so he said. I didn’t think he wanted to remember because the reality of what a dick he’d been was too much to face up to.
Eoin had moved to L.A. and was working as a camera assistant. When it came to him, I would pull every favor I could. He had stars in his eyes and dreamed of writing and directing. Nothing was stopping him.
Patrick was still in Israel, and Jim, Liam, and Noel were still in Belfast, keeping an eye on our dad.