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Fiona subtly adjusts her position, moving her body gracefully to one side. She then bends her arm, positioning her elbow in a deliberate, poised manner. Her shifting glance falls on the noticeable bulge in my boxers before she lifts her chin to face me. Our eyes lock in a smoldering gaze as she slinks forward and hooks her tiny fingers on the elastic band. I help her pull my boxers off my thighs, my pulse racing as her palm grazes my hard cock. Her eyes grow wide and mine disappear into the back of my head as she closes her fist around my shaft.
“That feels so good, baby,” I stutter, having thought about this moment for days and utterly thrilled it has finally come to fruition. “What are you going to do with it?”
Fiona stays silent and keeps her eyes focused on mine while slowly bringing my length to the tip of her tongue. “I’m going to make you come,” she whispers, licking the underside before swirling her tongue to the top of the head.
My mind spins as I desperately try to keep my eyes open, longing to see every move she makes.
“You won’t have to try too hard. I’ve had this image in my mind for days,” I groan, as she dips her head lower, taking me inch my inch, until my cock nearly disappears into her mouth. Pleasure grips me, stealing my breath as she wraps her lips tightly and sucks, hollowing her cheeks until my eyes roll back in my head.
“Jesus, little one,” I watch her take my cock as far as she can, slurping as she struggles, sliding up and down, bobbing her head and tightening her grasp until my balls clench, swelling for the inevitable release. Her enthusiasm blows my mind, but I can’t wait another second to fuck her.
“Come here, naughty girl,” I grunt, pulling her into my embrace as I bring us down onto her makeshift nest. She spreads her legs to make room for my hips and my eyes fall on the sight of her glistening pussy. It’s utter perfection but looks even better when I run the head of my cock through her drenched folds.
She shudders, whimpering with need when I bump the crown into her clit, lightly stroking before sliding into her tight pussy.
“Adam!” Fiona gasps, surprised by the stretching sensation as I guide my cock little by little, fighting against her vise-like walls that are reluctant to give way to my fat cock.
Afraid I’m hurting her, I gently retreat, but she clasps my forearms and nods, gesturing for me to continue, then spreading her legs wider to allow for better access.
“Are you sure, little one?” I would do whatever she asks, even if it means denying myself the most profound pleasure I’ve ever experienced.
She nods and wraps her legs around my hips, holding my chest for purchase as I slide all the way in.
Fiona yelps and I lean forward, eagerly kissing her, thrusting in and out of her tight walls, stretching her tiny pussy until the easy friction creates a rhythm that brings her to the precipice of bliss.
“That’s right, baby. Give your man what he wants,” I groan, fighting hard to hold back as her pulsing pussy clenches on my cock, milking me with tiny spasms as her cries grow louder and her hips buck forward to meet each thrust. We find our release together, our moans and groans harmonized to perfect pitch as the strength of her climax pushes me over edge.
Fiona's voice emerges in a soft, almost incredulous squeak. "Did you just refer to yourself as 'my man'?" She brushes her hair away from her face, revealing a look of genuine surprise mixed with delight. Her wide eyes lock onto mine, and the playful yet endearing grin that spreads across her face effortlessly captures a heart that's already entirely hers.
"Yes, I am your man," I affirm with quiet conviction, feeling the weight and truth of those words. "I came here, drawn to you. It's as if you lit this beacon, guiding me home through the darkness."
“I guess I did.” Her response, a simple acknowledgment laced with a hint of wonder, seals the moment with a sense of destiny fulfilled. “I love you, Adam Kelly.”
My heart soars as I listen to the three little words I’ve longed to hear since I first looked into those soft brown eyes. “I love you more.”
EPILOGUE
TWO YEARS LATER
"Welcome back, everyone. You're listening to 'Morbid Deeds' with your hosts Fiona and Adam. Tonight's episode is especially meaningful for a couple of reasons. To start, we've got a staggering update on the Samuel Humphries case that truly came out of nowhere, right?" I glance at Adam, who's perched eagerly, ready to dive into our discussion.
"Completely unexpected. It was a curveball for both of us." Adam’s smile broadens as he throws me a playful wink, a silent nudge for me to continue.
"Absolutely. We've been buzzing with speculation and theories since we caught wind of the update. It's a vivid reminder of how unpredictable these cases can be," I add, my enthusiasm evident. The thrill of unraveling mysteries on air with Adam never dims.
"But there's more to tonight than just case updates. It's also a bit of an anniversary for us. Two years ago, Fiona’s episode on Samuel Humphries led me to Magnolia Point and, more importantly, to her doorstep. Hands down, the best decision I’ve ever made. This town didn't just give me a new home, it introduced me to the love of my life—my wife, best friend, and my partner in crime," Adam declares, his voice warm with emotion as he gently kisses my hand, a gesture that makes my heart dance with love.
It's Monday evening, the day we've set aside each week for recording episodes of our podcast, ‘Morbid Deeds’—a fusion of ‘Morbid Minds’ and ‘Dark Deeds.’ Opting for this blend allowed us to sidestep the challenge of brainstorming a brand-new name, a swift move that paid off beyond our expectations. This merger wasn't just a hit; it propelled ‘Morbid Deeds’ to the pinnacle of true crime podcasting. Now, not only do we hold the top spot in our genre, but we've also significantly outdistanced our closest competitor, establishing ourselves as leaders in the field with a dedicated and rapidly growing audience.
Adam's invaluable input and his knack for easing tension have revolutionized our workflow. No longer caught in the vicious web of overthinking, we've managed to refine our approach. This newfound efficiency has given us additional time for research, marketing, and, most importantly, relaxation. Constant work had become my norm, a habit that drained my mental and physical well-being. Thankfully, my wonderful husband has gently nudged me towards embracing a more balanced lifestyle, reminding me of the joy found in life's simpler moments.
As I meticulously pack our podcast equipment, ensuring every piece of our essential gear is securely stowed in waterproof and shockproof cases, Adam ventures into the kitchen, hinting at a special surprise he has in store for me. Today isn't our wedding anniversary—that’s still a few months away. But this day does commemorate a personal milestone for us. Two years since Adam first stepped through my door, marking the day we officially walked into each other’s lives. For Adam’s sake, we choose to overlook our initial, brief encounter at a convention three years prior, focusing instead on the significance of our true beginning. The one that counts.
Just as I secure the last of our equipment, Adam reappears, a bottle of chilled chardonnay in one hand and a large picnic basket in the other. With a smile, he offers his arm, and I gladly link mine with his, ready to embark on whatever romantic plan he has orchestrated to honor the day.
“I've got a hunch about tonight's surprise, Mr. Kelly,” I tease, nestling comfortably onto his lap in the cozy nook of the giant cushion we placed in the beacon a year ago. We’ve made it a tradition to rise early once a month to greet the sunrise over the water. But we reserve moonlit evenings for special occasions.
"Do you?" he murmurs, his voice a soft purr that resonates with affection. His arms wrap securely around my waist, drawing me closer into his warm embrace. "Do you know how much I love you?" His question, laden with emotion, nearly brings a tear to my eye.
