Surprise Delivery(108)

When she’s fully seated with me inside her, Alexis throws her head back and cries out as her body is racked by one long shudder. As it fades, she looks down at me, an almost feral look in those eyes of hers. It’s a sexy, seductive look that turns me on like little else. I feel my cock stiffen even more – something I didn’t even think possible.

Planting her hands on my chest for leverage, Alexis starts to move her hips. She raises and lowers herself, slowly at first, but quickly upping the tempo as the fires inside of us are begging for more. Still hunched over, her eyes locked onto mine, Alexis thrusts herself up and down, impaling herself on my cock again and again.

I struggle against the bonds, desperate to touch her, which only puts a wicked smirk on her face.

“You’re mine to control tonight,” she gasps. “You’re my toy to fuck tonight, Duncan.”

“Mmmm… then use me, baby,” I groan. “Fuck me.”

She starts to thrust herself even harder, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh blends with our moans and cries, filling the air of my bedroom with an erotic symphony of sound. Our breathing is becoming labored, and her movements are growing ever more frantic.

She pounds herself up and down on my cock, taking me deep and hard into her. Both of our bodies are growing tense and tight – I know we’re both standing on the brink of ecstasy. Raising my hips, I thrust upward as Alexis plunges down on me. My cock slides in even deeper, hitting her cervix and she cries out as she loses her rhythm entirely.

Alexis digs her nails into the skin of my chest as she starts to shake wildly. She throws her head back and screams, her voice echoing off the walls of my room as she topples over the edge of bliss. And when the muscles inside of her squeeze my cock even tighter, I’m right behind her.

Together we cry out as we come. I feel out of control as I burst inside of her, shooting my thick, hot seed deep into her. That sensation prolongs her pleasure and together, we float along the currents of ecstasy, reveling in the feeling of being so deep and connected to each other.

Alexis leans forward, pressing her forehead to mine. She plants a soft kiss on my lips. She reaches over and unties me, finally allowing me to touch her. As she lays on top of me, her delicate body pressed so close to mine, I wrap my arms around her and squeeze her tight as the warm afterglow of our lovemaking envelops us.

“That was amazing,” I tell her.

“More than amazing,” she murmurs.

“I look forward to many more years of this with you.”

“You better,” she laughs.

“Keep the mask.”

“As if I’d ever get rid of it.”

Coupled together, holding onto one another tightly, Alexis and I relax and enjoy the sensations coursing through our bodies. We enjoy the closeness and connection we share.

And best of all, we love and enjoy each other – and will for a long, long time.





Thirty-Three





Alexis





Six Months Later





“This is all so amazing,” I say. “I just hate that you went to all of this trouble –”

Regina Clyburne, the matriarch of the Clyburne family, waves me off. She turns and gives me a wide, warm smile.

“It was no trouble for me, dear,” she says. “This is why I hire party planners.”

I laugh and shake my head. A waiter strolls by and Regina grabs two glasses of champagne, handing me one. We clink our glasses together and take a sip. In the months since Duncan proposed, I’ve spent a lot of time with Regina – she insists on seeing Aurora often, which I think is sweet. In that time, I’ve grown to really like her. I enjoy her company. Regina is one of the kindest, most genuine, and most compassionate people I’ve ever met.

Given how things turned out with Henry, I honestly didn’t know what to expect of her, but she’s been nothing but kind to me. She’s treated me not just like a daughter-in-law, but like a real part of the family. It’s been one of the most unexpected, but most amazing things about this whole journey – not only that I have a family of my own now, but that I’ve been accepted as a member of another family. Just thinking about it gets me all emotional. Regina has been kinder to me than my own mother ever was. And for that, I love and appreciate her.

“Still,” I say. “This is amazing. Very extravagant.”

She shrugs. “It’s not every day that my youngest son gets married. At least, I hope it’s not,” she says and laughs.

I smile and look out over the party on the rear grounds of the house. Regina had been in on Duncan’s proposal that night at the restaurant and had already been making plans for this incredible engagement party. It’s something I didn’t expect, and I’m entirely blown away. We’re all in our finest attire – Regina insisted this be a formal affair. And it is by far, the most elegant and – regal – event I’ve ever been to, let alone as the guest of honor. Some of New York’s elite, the movers and shakers, and even celebrities are among the guests milling about.

I look out to the dance floor and see Bri cutting loose with Dom and smile. They’ve made their plans to move in together and will probably be getting married at some point in the next year or so. Nothing makes me happier for my best friend. She deserves all of the love and happiness life can throw at her.