She flips her hair over one shoulder, putting her weight onto one arm to take me in hand. Standing me upright, she aligns herself with me. “I love you, husband,” she says sweetly.

  “I love you, wiiiiife.” I mean to return the sweet words, knowing it will get her off as much as it does me, but Autumn sinks her bliss down onto me, taking all thought and word formation skills from my brain.

  Engulfing all of me in her warmth and wetness, she begins to move, sliding up and down my shaft at an unhurried pace.

  I murmur to her in French as I pinch and pluck her nipples, reach between us to circle her clit with my thumb, and lay a sharp smack to the flesh of her hip.

  Tobias once told Autumn that a man has three women—his wife, his mistress, and his whore. I am the lucky bastard who has found all three in one woman. Autumn is everything I could ever want and more. The brilliant, loving partner. The fun, adventurous spirit. And the wanton slut up for anything. She is all this and more, and my job—no, my pleasure—is to make her happy.

  She rides me, her nails digging into my chest. “That’s right. Make sure everyone knows who I belong to. Mark up my chest, cover me with your juices, and if you’d like, bite my shoulder.”

  I wiggle my shoulder temptingly, knowing she can’t resist a little nibble as she comes, especially when she’s on top.

  Tonight, she shatters. I can feel the flutters of her walls around me, and she pitches forward, burying her face in my neck. Her muffled cries vibrate against my neck, and though she doesn’t bite, I feel the edge of her teeth at my skin.

  When she begins to slow, I press the soles of my feet into the bed for leverage and lift my hips into the air. I thrust up into her, and she bounces onto me, taking me deeper and deeper.

  “Oh, Simon . . . I can feel you . . . everywhere.” Autumn’s moans and grunts guide me, and I angle so that she can feel me exactly where she wants me, deep inside her core. “Give it to me. Fill me up with your cum. I want it, want you to paint me with it.”

  It’s too much. The happiness of the day, the sexiness of my bride, and the filthiness of her mouth . . . I freeze, pinning her deeply impaled onto me, as jet after jet of my hot cum pours into her.

  I shudder, my legs giving out, but I keep us locked together as I collapse to the bed.

  “For love,” I gasp.

  “For life,” Autumn answers.

  Our eyes meet, and I can see the word forming in her mind before it teases over her lips. At the same time she speaks, I say, “Always.”

  When she smiles, I add, “Next round, that ass is mine, Princesse.”

  Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed TFK, make sure to read the extended epilogue. You can get it here.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Big Fat Fake Series:

  My Big Fat Fake Wedding || My Big Fat Fake Engagement || My Big Fat Fake Honeymoon

  Standalones:

  Drop Dead Gorgeous || The Dare || The Blind Date || Risky Business || One Day Fiance

  Bennett Boys Ranch:

  Buck Wild || Riding Hard || Racing Hearts

  The Tannen Boys:

  Rough Love || Rough Edge || Rough Country

  Dirty Fairy Tales:

  Beauty and the Billionaire || Not So Prince Charming || Happily Never After

  Get Dirty:

  Dirty Talk || Dirty Laundry || Dirty Deeds || Dirty Secrets

 

 

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