Taken By the Stranger by Jenna Rose
Epilogue
Phoenix
Four years later…
She’s my wife now.Sure, maybe she’s technically on her second marriage, but neither she nor I count the first one, seeing as how she was basically forced into it like an arranged marriage straight out of ancient British history.
No, she’s my wife now – my kinky, slutty wife that lives to please me. Which is perfect, because I live to do the same.
I spend every second of every day doing my best to make her happy, keep her satisfied, which is a job in and of itself. Because honestly, I may have just married the horniest woman on the planet.
At least twice I day I work her pussy over with my cock, and that’s not even counting the breaks I take to run my tongue over her delicious pussy just to hear the symphony of moans that spill out of her lips. Four years…it’s been four years and I still can’t get enough of her. Still can’t satisfy her. Still can’t stop her from coming up behind me, slipping a hand around my waist, grabbing my bulge, and whispering in my ear, “Ready to go another round, Daddy?”
Insatiable.
She absolutely is. And I’m just as bad. I’m an absolute addict when it comes to my princess. I’ll fuck her until I’m exhausted before bed, pass out on top of her, then wake up with an aching erection that I need to bury inside of her. Spreading her open and slipping inside her heavenly hole is the kind of blissful morning a man could only dream for, yet it’s my reality every day.
Neither of us can get enough of the other. I doubt there will come a day when our need for the other is cured. And that’s how I know that what we have is real.
Any doubt that was left in my mind about the strength of our relationship vanished after Sophie told her parents about us, after she divorced Ken even when they threatened her with cutting her out of the estate and leaving her with nothing. She left anyway and told them that she’d rather live a life poor, happy, and in love with me than rich, miserable, and lonely with Ken.
Howard went ballistic. He tried threatening her, but what else was he going to threaten her with than cutting her off? When he saw that wouldn’t work, he threatened me. Told me he’d use every resource in his power to ruin my life.
“Yeah, you already did that once,” I told him, straight to his face. “And I’m still standing. Oh, and I’m dating your daughter.”
I thought he was going to swing at me, but he rightly thought better of it and decided not to.
I had to deal with some harassment from the cops for the next few weeks, but with nothing to really charge me with, that eventually died down, and with Sophie staying with me, I guess he finally realized that by tormenting me, he was tormenting his daughter too. After a few months, he and his wife came around to the fact that nothing they could say or do was going to split us up.
No power on earth could do that.
They did everything they could to try and stop Sophie and Ken’s divorce. Tried to say Sophie was not emotionally fit to make such a decision, which dragged the process out for four months. We were married immediately after, just a small ceremony, just her and me down by the lake. Nothing fancy, neither of us wanted that. We came home, made dinner together, and then made love as husband and wife.
Oh, and then she told me she was pregnant.
I couldn’t even tell. She didn’t even start showing until five and a half months, which I didn’t even know was a thing. Once her parents learned of that, they started to slowly come around to the idea that this was a real and lasting thing. They let Sophie back into the family estate, and just before our son, Thomas, was born, she used some of that money to help the families of all the people from my old neighborhood her father had displaced, including old Billy, who got his medical bills paid and a new truck out of the deal.
Thomas. Maybe the greatest blessing to come out of our love. We named him after my dad, and not a day goes by that I don’t wish he was here to see him. But to carry on his legacy further, I opened up his old car shop, and it’s been doing well for the last year and a half, so well that I’ve got three young guys working full-time for me now.
I guess that’s what you call bringing things full circle.
Sophie’s parents still look down their noses at me, but they aren’t actively trying to break up our marriage or ruin my life any longer, so I guess that’s progress. Maybe in a couple of years, we’ll be able to find a way to get along or at least get through some family dinners. But for right now, I’m just content coming home every night to my beautiful wife.
She’s outside as I pull into the driveway, wearing her tangerine sundress, working in the garden with a hand trowel. She glances over her shoulder as she sees me and shakes her hips and gives me a sly little wink as I get out.
There she is. My princess.
“Hey, Daddy. Where you been all day?”
I chuckle. “You know, replacing pistons, brakes, spark plugs.”
I kneel down behind her, and making sure no neighbors are watching, grab two big handfuls of her sweet ass.
“Mmmm, sounds so sexy when you say stuff like that,” she mews.
“I was all ready to be done with work for the day, but if you come inside with me, I think I could check under your hood.”
I tug at the hem of her dress, causing her to bite her lower lip at me and flick her eyes to the growing bulge between my legs.
Sophie turns, claps the dirt from her hands, and drapes her arms around my neck. “Thomas is sleeping,” she whispers. “So you’ll have to be quiet, Daddy.”
“I’ll have to be quiet?” I smirk. “I’m not the one who screams when she comes.”
Sophie leans in and sucks my lower lip as she grabs my cock and squeezes. “What can I say? I just can’t help it. You’re too good to me, Daddy.”
I lift my wife into my arms and carry her into our home, overflowing with lust, but cemented with a foundation of love I never knew was possible. There is so much trust, so much passion in my soul that I am more complete now than I have ever been. Sophie completes me and I complete her. Together we are whole, and when we make love, we that bond is expressed in its purest form.
I carry her quietly past Thomas’ room and into our bedroom. Her dress comes up as I lay her down beneath me, and growling, I lean down and tug her panties down with my teeth. She lifts her hips to help me, and I inhale as my nose passes her pussy. Her scent is heaven, my own personal bliss. It feeds my addiction and sends a fresh shot of blood to my cock that aches with a desperate need.
“Don’t make me wait, Daddy,” she begs, writhing on the mattress. “I need it. I’ve been waiting all day…”
She’s not lying. Her slit is glistening with desire. As I unzip my pants, I lean in and flatten my tongue against her mound, tasting her, inflaming both of us before I position myself above her.
“You’re my little cock slut, aren’t you?” I ask her. She’s my one and only, and has never been with anyone but me, and that’s what makes her dirty talk so much hotter.
“God, yes. For you, Daddy. I want it. I want it so bad.”
She reaches out and takes my cock by the hilt, guiding it right into her tight little hole that I’m so fucking hooked on. I drive it home, bottom out, and watch as her eyes roll back in her head. Then I wrap my arms around her and anchor her down beneath me as I begin to pump away, hard and fast, leaving nothing back.
She bucks back against me, squeezing, writhing, gyrating, fighting for her climax, but at the same time, threatening to make me bust already.
“Fuck, you want to make me come, you little slut?” I growl, gently wrapping my teeth around her lower lip.
“Mmm-hmm,” she moans as her pussy clamps down on my shaft. “I need your cum, daddy. I’m your little cum slut. Fill my fucking hole.”
Fuck, she’s in a mood today.
And I’m not about to deny her. My cock bursts with heat, and my balls go taut. Her climax initiates mine, and I dump my load inside her. I spray, hot and heavy, rope after rope, filling her pristine little pussy, my mouth clasped over hers, our bodies intertwined in the most sensual of bonds.
Yeah, we’re a couple of kinksters. We didn’t meet at a coffee shop, through a friend or even on a dating app. We can’t even tell anybody how our relationship began, but who cares? What we have is real, incredible and undying. Unyielding. It’s love. It’s pure, pure love.
“Fuck, I missed you today,” I groan as I start to come down. “Eight hours is all I can bear to be away from you.”
“I wanted to bring you lunch today, but Thomas needed me.”
“I’m going to come home for lunch tomorrow,” I say, kissing her gently on the neck. “Get one of the guys to cover for me for fifteen minutes.”
“Fifteen minutes?” she moans, giving me a hard time. “Can you make it twenty?”
I smile, moving my lips to the spot by her ear that tickles. “Fifteen isn’t enough for you?”
My wife smiles, places both hands on my cheeks, and brings my eyes to hers. “There’s never enough time to be with you.”
My heart warms as I look at her, and I chuckle. “That should have been my line.”
Sophie giggles and shrugs.
“Then just tell me you love me, you big dummy.”
I move my hand to her waist and pull her close. “I love you, baby. More than I love myself.”
“And I love you, Daddy. More than the whole world.”
The End
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I saw her at the bar, and my whole life changed. She was out with some jerk who treated her like garbage, and she let him. But I put a stop to that right away. She knows I’m the kingpin, the Devil of Miami, and thinks I only want her for one night, when really I’m planning on making her my wife.
She doesn’t believe that I can love her. But I’ll make her see that she deserves the world, even if I have to break her down into pieces and rebuild her to do it. She belongs to me now, even if she doesn’t know it yet. This devil’s found his angel…
