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I slide my hands down his chest, lifting his T-shirt over his head so I get to see his glorious chest while he makes love to me for the first time. “I'm certain,” I say, kissing the underside of his jaw before he lifts the skirt of my dress then pulls the entire thing from my body. “Please, Corey. Make love to me just like this.”
All I’ve left on is my pretty pink bra as he pulls back slightly and lets his hungry eyes drink me in. With his cock in his hand, he kicks his jeans to the side and licks his lips as he brings his body to mine and rolls the tip of his hard length along the seam of my apex. “Mine,” he whispers, meeting my eyes as his other hand wraps along the back of my thigh and lifts it to his hips as he pushes past my entrance, slowly stretching and filling me. My eyes lose focus and I moan, a delicious burn rendering me mute as I adjust around his girth. “Holy fuck, Penny. You’re so tight.” He sucks the air between his teeth. “My God. I never imagined it’d be this good. Fuck, sweetheart. I don’t know if this part is going to last long.”
“So full. I never imagined… Oh wow, Corey. This is…” I wrap my legs around his waist urging him to move as I try to breathe and somehow continue to exist while my entire body is a livewire of feeling, set to spark the next extinction at any moment. I literally feel so good that I might die, and the only thing that can save me is the friction of Corey’s cock. “Move inside me. Please. I need you to move.”
“I’ll come if I move, sweetheart. Give me two more seconds and I’ll fuck you as slow or hard as you want.” He cups my face beneath my chin and kisses my open mouth, grinding his base against me as he growls and drags his teeth over my bottom lip. “Tell me if you need it faster or slower,” he rasps against my lips, bringing his hips back before he thrusts his hard shaft inside me, back and forth, over and over again.
“Perfect,” I moan, clawing at his skin as I gasp and writhe, the feeling inside me matching the intensity of my feelings for him. “Oh, God.”
His hips thrust hard and fast, the push and pull so amazing and I don’t want it to end, while at the same time I’m desperate for the explosion threatening to burst out.
“I want you to come with me, sweetheart,” he forces out, reaching between us, his thumb slipping into the small space above our joined hips and rubbing at my clit. I moan so loud it’s almost embarrassing. But I don’t care. This isso fucking good.
“Oh, God.Corey!It’s happening. Oh, Gooooood!” I throw my head back as my orgasm hits, tearing through me harder than any he’s given me before. This is the most otherworldly, out-of-body experience I’ve ever had. “Holy fuck.”
Burying his face in my neck, Corey groans and shudders, his dick pulsing as he spills himself inside me, taking things down a notch as he lifts his head and kisses me long and slow, his arms wrapping around me, holding me and making me feel as though I’m his most treasured possession in this world.
“I’ve never felt that,” he whispers. “That was…”
“I think you’re my soulmate,” I whisper, closing my eyes and blushing immediately. “Gosh, that was a stupid thing to say.”
He hooks me under the chin and lifts my face to his. “No,” he says, gentle eyes on mine. “That’s exactly what this feels like. Our souls know each other, right?”
I remember back to the beginning of summer and I smile. “Yeah, I think they do,” I whisper, almost crying from happiness as he presses his forehead against mine and catches his breath.
“I love you so much, Penny.”
“I love you too. But, Corey?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“Do you think we could, ah…do that again?”
He pulls back with a joyful laugh bubbling from his chest. “Already?”
I nod. “I want all of it. The whole lot. At least two more times.”
“Seems I’ve awoken the beast inside,” he says, lifting me from the buffet and carrying me toward the stairs.
“I like to think of myself as a goddess. You get to be the beast.”
He chuckles as he traverses the stairs like he’s not carrying a curvy woman on the end of his dick. It’s like there’s zero effort in it for him. “Roleplay, huh? OK. You can be the goddess. As long as I get to growl as I ravish you.”
I cling to his shoulders as I giggle. “I expect nothing less,” I say as he lowers me to his bed then proceeds to do exactly that, consummating our engagement and our new life together with a bang.
Epilogue 1 – Corey
Four years later
“…our hard work and tenacity have gotten us this far,” Penny says, pausing to look around the audience of graduates and their families as she finishes off her speech. “Now let's see how far that tenacity can take us into the future. I challenge all of you to be the most successful graduating class Berkeley has ever seen. Go forth and conquer, people!” She pumps a fist in the air, and the entire audience cheers and claps in response. But I think I'm the one clapping the loudest as I jump to my feet and hoot and holler through my hands, Billy jumping up with me to do the same. He’s one of Penny’s biggest champions next to myself, Penny’s mom, brother, and his wife, Tina—who is also Penny’s best friend.
We’re all gathered here watching our girl graduate, and we’re all so damn proud of Penny and all she's accomplished throughout her life so far. When Penny sets her mind to something, she does it better than anyone I've ever known. Now, watching her deliver a valedictorian speech, I feel like the luckiest man on earth because this smart, beautiful, ambitious woman chose me. And in about five minutes—give or take a few depending on how capable I am of speaking through my emotional tears—I'll be making her my wife.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” Penny says into the microphone, finding my eyes across the crowd. “I have to get married.” As she straightens up, she takes her cap from her head and tosses it in the air, pulling her gown off her shoulders and revealing the white wedding dress underneath. Tears hit my eyes, she’s so damn gorgeous, and of course, the audience goes mental. I don’t think anyone was expecting the valedictorian to be wearing a wedding dress beneath her gown.
Rob steps up and helps his sister off the stage while cell phones film and expressions of shock and surprise flitter about as all eyes are glued to Penny, walking through her graduating class to meet me and a priest at the other end of our makeshift aisle.
My mother hits play on an old boom box she insisted was perfect for the occasion, andMarry You,by Bruno Mars starts playing, earning happy laughter from those around.
