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The tip of his cock pushes against my entrance, and then he’s inside me.
I let out a gasp. The initial shock of his size makes my belly clench. My legs tremble. And then he leans up and his tongue's in my mouth and my body relaxes. He pushes further inside me. Slowly. Inch by inch, filling my channel until his long, thick shaft is rubbing against my g-spot.
I ride him until there’s sweat running down between my breasts and I’m panting like I’ve just run a marathon. Then he picks me up and flips me over. I crouch on all fours as he takes me from behind.
Huge, savage blows that send explosions of joy through every cell in my body. Until I’m biting down on the bed cover. My inner walls clamp down around his cock. Milking him for all he’s worth.
After, we lie next to each other. A giddy, post-coital daze. I tell him this is the best birthday present I’ve ever had. Better than anything I could possibly have ever wished for.
And then I remember… this is exactly what Ididwish for.
It feels like ages ago. When I was in my bedroom at my messy, smelly apartment. With Cindy getting her brains fucked out, banging on the wall next door.
My sad, little birthday cupcake in front of me. Blowing out that candle. Wishing for a man to share my life with. Wishing for a man just like Ethan to whip me of my feet and make my dreams come true.
“You ready for round two?” he asks.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Epilogue
Sydney
One Year Later…
I throw my bag on the table and look around the apartment. Mess everywhere.
I let out a sigh and stretch my back. This is just like Ethan. Leave him alone with our baby for five minutes and the place looks like a tornado’s hit.
“There she is!” he says, coming out of our bedroom with our baby girl, Tamara, on his hip. “The birthday girl is here!”
I kiss him softly. Closing my eyes, and feeling the stress from my shoulders fall away.
“How was your day?” he asks, passing me Tamara.
“Amazing!” I lie down on the couch and lift Tamara up in the air. I coo at her and she cackles like a maniac. Her beautiful little smile lighting up my life. “At first I was kind of nervous, but then I got my head in the game and everything was smooth sailing after that.”
“I’m so proud of you.”
He pulls a birthday cake out from behind his back and places it on the table beside me. It’s in the shape of a piano, and there’s a marzipan version of me sitting at the stall. My hands hovering above the keys. Tamara is sprawled out on top in a diaper with her favorite cuddly toy in her hands. There are twenty-four pink candles poking out.
He carefully lights them and sings me happy birthday.
This time, when I blow them out, I don’t need to make any wishes.
Everything I’ve ever dreamed of has come true.
It didn’t take long for me to get a publishing contract. About the same amount of time it took for me to get pregnant.
A month after that, and I was standing on a beach in the Bahamas. My mom by my side. A priest between Ethan and I as he slipped a ring on my finger. Promised to stick by me in sickness and in health.
My job with Gunther was already a thing of the past by then.
We’d both walked into his office the weekend after we met, holding hands, and told him where to shove it.
He didn’t take it well. He yelled at us. Shouted about how he was going to ruin us. But it was all just words.
Ever since then, things have gotten even worse for him. Half his clients have left.
