Arranging My Bride
Epilogue
Felipe
Fifteen years later
“Felipe, are you in here—” Amelia stops in her tracks when she sees me dressed in a tux and wearing a mask. “Oh my god, how did you find that?”
“You think I would ever get rid of this? It was on my face the first time I ate that sweet pussy.”
“Shh, the kids will hear you,” she hisses, but she steps closer and then gives me a look that says she hopes it happens again. “Are you ready to go?”
“It depends.” I slide my hands around her waist and to the back of her dress. “How difficult is it for me to get this off of you?”
“You’re such a tease.” She playfully slaps my chest. “But I may have had a few modifications made.”
“Oh really?” I stare down at the dark blue dress that clings to her curves. “Show me.”
“Well first…” She puts her hands down the side and holds it out. “It’s got pockets!”
I laugh and shake my head because it’s always so cute when she gets excited about them.
“And I had this cut in.” She grabs the material at her hip, and when she pulls it to the side, it reveals everything from the waist down, and the sound that leaves me is a combination of a grunt and a gasp.
“And you think I’m going to let you out of the house wearing this?” I grab her hips and push her backwards until she’s up against the wall. “And without any panties on?” I shake my head. “Kitten, you are begging to get spanked.”
She wiggles her eyebrows as she puts her hands around my shoulders. “Me? I would never do anything to defy my husband the king.”
“Liar.” I bend down and nip at the soft skin below her ear. “You want me to be hard all night, don’t you?”
“Just long enough to have some fun.” She shrugs, and I growl as I pull her close.
We’re laughing as I hear someone clear their throat behind us, and when I glance back, I see Amelia’s mom and dad at the front door.
“We knocked, but no one answered,” her mom says and tries to hide her smile.
“Gross,” our oldest son says as he walks past us and goes straight to his grandparents. “Can we watch a zombie movie?”
“Hey, what did we tell you?” I say, but he ignores me as he pulls Amelia’s dad toward the media room.
“Don’t worry, we won’t let him watch anything more traumatizing than his parents making out.” She winks at us as she follows her husband out of the room.
“We’ll be back late,” Amelia calls out, and I smile as I tuck her in next to me.
“Sounds like you’ve got plans I don’t know about.” I hold the door of the limo open as she gets inside.
“Maybe.” To my surprise, she grabs my tie and pulls me in almost on top of her.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” I push up her dress and kneel down on the floor as I make sure the privacy screen is up.
“Don’t I always see to my king’s needs?”
“And what your king needs now is your pussy in his face.” She squeals as I bend down and bury my mouth between her legs.
“Your mouth is sinful.” She spreads her legs wider and grips my hair.
When I suck on her clit, she cries out and cums quickly. She must have gotten herself worked up before we left, because she is so soft and ready.
“All the better to pleasure you with.” My tongue circles her clit once more before it dips down inside, and I lap at her honey. “I hope you know I’m going to fuck you before we go into this ball.”
“We don’t have time,” she moans, rocking her hips forward.
“What’s the point of being king if I can’t fuck you when I want?” She giggles as I turn her over and slap her ass. “You better hope this dress has strong stitching.”