Page 10 of Trent
Epilogue
A Few Months Later…
I close the door and collapse against it. I lean my head back against the hard, polished wood and let out a deep breath.
“What?” Trent says, wrapping his arms around me and kissing my neck. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“Surprisingly,” I admit, “no.”
“I told you I’m good with parents.” His breath tickles the side of my face. My shoulders loosen. Goosebumps spread across my arms and my core flutters with desire.
“My dad really likes you,” I say, closing my eyes and letting Trent's hand delve between my thighs.
“He’s a good man,” Trent growls, biting my earlobe gently. “And he raised an amazing daughter.” His fingers deftly undo the button on my jeans. His warm, smooth skin feels like heaven against my pussy. “But let’s stop talking about your parents now, okay?”
“What parents?” I grin, melting into his arms as he picks me up and carries me to the rug on the floor in front of the fireplace.
It’s only been a few months since I moved in with Trent. The chemistry between us hasn’t faded for one second. Every morning I wake up wondering how the heck I got so lucky.
The only thorn in the side of our bliss was my parents. Trent’s pretty much the same age as them. It means a lot for him to get their approval. He’s kind of old-fashioned like that. But most of all he didn’t want to come between them and their child.
I never really expected them to kick up a fuss. But I wasn’t expecting them to get along so well, either. It’s a huge weight off my shoulders.
“Hey,” Trent says, “where were you just then?”
I run my fingers through his hair and push his face back down to my pussy. “Sorry,” I say, “I was just thinking about something.”
“What?” he growls, plunging his fingers into my channel, “do I not have your full attention?” I squeeze my thighs around his face and arch my back. He sucks on my clit and I let out a long, deep moan. “You need me to go faster?” He starts sawing into me. His fingers pushing all the way to my core. Long, dance-like strokes of his tongue glide over my folds and my precious ball of nerves.
“I’m cumin,” I cry, “I’m cumming hard!”
He throws me onto my front and pulls down his pants in one swift action. I feel his thick, long cock fill me up from behind. He spanks my ass as he thrusts into me. Stretching my walls as his balls slap against cunt.
“Tell me how you like it,” he roars.
“Just. Like. That.” I manage. Each word a breathless yelp of fire in my throat.
Sweat pours down my face. My toes curl. I clench my fingers around the rug and hold on for dear life.
Trent reaches around my hips and pushes his fingers against my clit. I close my eyes and scream in pleasure.
My orgasm crashes through me. My clenching walls choke Trent's girth and suck his balls dry.
We collapse on the floor together and I burrow my head in his shoulder as he wraps his arm around me.
The sunlight flows through the window directly onto his cock. My juices glisten on his tight, muscular body.
I climb on top of him and let my hair dangle on his face as we kiss. His hand squeezes my ass and he tells me he loves me.
“What would you have done if my parents had opposed your relationship?” I ask.
“They wouldn’t,” he smiles, biting my bottom lip and pulling me down closer. “I always get what I want.”
“Always?” I lift an eyebrow and try to sit up. He holds me tight and looks me deep in the eye.
“Always,” he growls. “And there’s nothing I want more in the world than you. And there’s nothing I will allow to get in the way of us. I love you, Harper. And I want you to be my wife.”
I rest my forehead against his. My fingers brush across his jaw. “Normally people get down on one knee when they’re proposing,” I giggle. “And they’re usually wearing clothes, too.”
