“I just decided it was my turn to faint instead of you. I love you, Fallon.” I cup her cheek, her forehead meets mine, and she responds, “I love you, Cole, now and always.”
Epilogue
Fallon
Two Years Later
“Oh God, Cole,” I moan as I lick his cock from tip to root. His mouth is busy working my pussy and murmuring all the filthy things he wants to do to me, including how he’s now got his thumb working his way inside of my ass. The way he’s sucking my clit into his mouth is a lethal combination, and I won’t be able to keep my mouth on his cock if he continues.
“Work my cock, baby, arch your body, let me eat you.” I do as he says, chasing my orgasm. The tip of his cock brushes along the seam of my lips, coating them with his pre-cum. My tongue sweeps it up, moaning while I swallow it, much like I will when Cole comes.
“Christ, quit teasing me, or I’m going to work you up over and over again, then watch while you get yourself off.” As much as I love giving Cole a show, that’s not what I’m after this time around.
“Fine,” I say playfully but suck him all the way down, until he’s at the back of my throat. Thank goodness for no gag reflex, something Cole reaps the rewards of. His thumb goes deeper, stretching the unused muscles while working my pussy into a fevered pace. The sounds of our mutual pleasure permeate the air, bodies working in overtime, each of us attempting to outdo the other on who can get whom off first.
“Hmmm,” I moan as my mouth slides up and down, head bobbing, hating that I can’t see the complete rapture on Cole’s face, though that would take away from what he’s doing to my own body.
“Cole.” I pull back off of his cock.
“Yeah, baby.” He’s breathless. Exertion is setting in from being on the brink of orgasm for so long.
“Think you can come inside me tonight?” Cole told me he’d gladly have a vasectomy after Xander was born, but I told him no. In fact, I told him in no uncertain terms is he taking that away from either of us. I was still on the fence on whether one child was enough.
“Fuck yeah, I can.” We’ve been playing spin the wheel and see what happens lately, both of us knowing what could happen, but neither of us willing to admit it until now.
“Good, because I’d really like to try for one more, and if it doesn’t happen, that’s fine, though I wouldn’t be upset if Xander had a brother or sister.” I slide down his body, flipping over until I’m straddling his waist, Coles thick and heavy cock between the lips of my pussy.
“Fallon, just because I’m fifty doesn’t mean I’m over the hill. Shit, if we can keep up with Xander, what’s one more?” See what I mean? He’s perfect for me.
“Okay, deal, then. Though, if it doesn’t work out this year, one of us takes the plunge to getting some kind of birth control.” I arch my eyebrows, letting him know it won’t be me.
“I hear what you’re saying loud and clear. I’m not scared of a scalpel near my dick if it means my cock stays inside of you without some fucking piece of latex.” Yep, that happened for the first few months after Xander was born, then one day in the shower, Cole slipped inside of me without a condom, and whoops, he came inside of me. Birth control was a no-go for me while nursing Xander, so it was up to us to use condoms, not that we really did.
“Alright,” I sigh. Cole lifts me up, placing the head of his cock at my entrance, and I sink down.
“Bend down. Need your lips.” Who am I to deny Cole what he wants? It’s not like he’s ever denied me, and I don’t see that changing anytime soon.
“I love you,” I get out right before Cole’s lips meet mine, his tongue dominating mine, hips thrusting up as I slam down. Fingers crossed that by this time next year, we’ll have another little one to add to our family.