Her Irish Dark Knight – Extended Epilogue
Ronan
One Month Later
This is my definition of a good life.
I signal the DJ to change the song. He changes the playlist, and my eyes wander to the small crowd of family and friends to find my wife, Olivia, in the distance, talking to some friends she met during her time in Paris.
Her eyes shoot open, and I smile, knowing I’m hitting her just how she likes it. Firm and fast.
It’s my definition of a good life.
This app is genius.
“Hey,” Liam comes before my view, and while I want to knee him in the crotch, I accept his intrusion as politely as I can.
“Hey,” I clear my throat and push the filthiness of thinking about Olivia’s wet pussy swollen around the pink vibrator. I love how no one can see that through the simple stone-embedded sapphire blue dress she changed into for our reception.
“Congratulations,” he smiles at me, and I smile back, still very distracted.
“Thank you,” I try to look past him to search for Olivia, but she is gone.
“What ever happened to Ruth Davis, what’s her situation?”
“She will be out in a few weeks, if not sooner,” Liam seems a little on edge with that one, “I’m doing everything I can to get her out. I told her I…” he clears his throat, “That we will do whatever it takes to get her back on her feet and away from the Bratva.”
I nod, “Well done.” I stalk past him, searching for Olivia, and I get a little worried when I can’t find her in the glittering hall or the sea of glamorous guests.
I feel someone coming behind me and then something moving underneath my suit jacket. I laugh as I clap the hand, trying to take my phone out of my inner pocket.
“Not so fast,” I turn, and kiss her, then lift her hand above her head to spin her so her plump ass presses into my stiff cock, “If you behave, I will do that thing of writing the alphabet with my tongue on your clit,” I whisper in her ear. I feel her shiver under my touch, “I know you like the letter R more than the others.”
“In that case,” she flips, “time to cut our cake,” she points with her eyes and I see our wedding cake, almost the same color as her dress.
She leads me on shaky legs, and the guests gather around us to cheer as we cut the first slice. She feeds me a piece, and I’m stunned to see that the stones on the cake are edible.
I cut a piece and feed it to her, then she lingers, licking every crumb off my fingers. My cock ticks, and I chuckle, masking my need to be buried inside of her for the entire night.
I reach for my phone in my inner pocket while she is busy chewing the cake and increase the vibrator to the max.
She screams but quickly clamps her mouth with her hand, then grips my suit with one hand for balance as she comes from the force.
I grin. ” It must be a very good cake,” I purr into her ear. She tries to steady her breathing, then very quickly reaches for the cake, sinks her fingers into it, pulls a chunk of it, and slaps it on my face. “I love you too, babe,” I laugh, but I don’t let her get away as I pull her into a kiss, making sure to get the cake all over her face, too.
What can I say?
I never thought I could be this happy. I never thought life could get this good.
And then there was Olivia Delgado.
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