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"I was waiting for too long to make it happen. I'm not gonna stop myself anymore."
He takes his cock into his fist and rubs the head of it across my pussy, then slowly slides the tip of it inside my hole.
I catch my breath, and he stops for a second, looking straight at me.
"I can stop any time, just tell me," he whispers, brushing his lips over mine.
"No way," I whisper back and grab his ass with my hands, pushing him deeper into my pussy without giving him a chance to hesitate any longer.
I feel the slight pain mixed with a wave of pleasure that covers me when I realize that he reached my secret spot.
I could never find my G-spot with my fingers, no matter how hard I tried. But Tyler's dick is so enormously big that he got to the right place even before it was completely inside.
It takes a couple of moments for me to adjust to his size. Ty's waiting patiently until I do and starts moving only when I begin to breathe again.
The pleasure I used to feel before is not comparable to what I feel now when our bodies start moving in unison, finding our own rhythm.
I wrap my legs around his waist, digging my nails into his stiff, athletic muscles.
He roars when I start squeezing his dick inside of me out of pleasure, and a couple more strokes are all it takes before I come again, covering his shaft with my juices.
"I'm glad you're on the pill because I imagined us like that from the very beginning," he whispers into my ear, and goosebumps start covering my skin. "And I wouldn't be able to pull out even at gunpoint."
He comes right after me, exploding straight into my cunt.
And that's the best feeling ever when someone you love is claiming you as his forever.
"I love you, Kylie Thompson," he whispers after a minute of silence, right before he starts to pull away.
"I love you more, Tyler Parish," I whisper back with a smile as another wave of pleasure covers me from those words.
"That's impossible, baby girl"—he kisses my forehead—"and I have my whole life to prove it."
Epilogue
Kylie
Five years later
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"Ask for a wish, champion," I exclaim, holding a cupcake with a lighted candle right in front of my husband, "and you have only one wish, so don't cheat."
He smiles at me before closing his eyes and blowing out the candle.
It's our birthdays today. Tyler surprised me with breakfast and a cake he brought to bed in the morning, right before I found the car keys of a new Tesla under the cotton tissue. He presented me with a new car as a birthday gift. I also prepared a surprise for him.
To say that our lives are a fairy tale is an understatement.
It's not a fairy tale; it's a dream come true.
We went to Princeton together. Tyler paid for my tuition in full without even asking, and when I said that I'd pay him back someday, he said that fiancées do not pay back their future husbands.
And just like that, he started calling me his future wife even before he proposed.
He went to the Olympics and earned a gold medal. When he was standing on the pedestal, he asked me to be his wife, looking at the camera, right in front of approximately a billion people who watched the competition.
Right after graduating from Princeton, we married last year, and me, a simple girl from a small town who was raised by a single mother, became a part of a huge family, whose husband is an Olympic champion and heir of a multi-billion dollar movie production company.
