“You’re going to kill me,” he groaned as I pulled the sweats down, freeing his gorgeous cock. It was unfair, really, that it was this perfect. I ran my tongue over the tip, feeling him hardening in my hand. Running my hand up and down his shaft, I lavished his head with attention, licking him fully, before finally sucking the tip into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he grunted as I sucked, taking him deeper. “Baby. That’s too good. You gotta stop.”
I hummed, taking him in until he hit the back of my throat. Breathing through my nose, I started a rhythm, sliding up and down until?—
Oliver pulled my head back, lifting me up and smashing his mouth to mine and kissing me roughly. Every time his tongue brushed over mine, I felt like stars were going to explode.
“You’re so fucking incredible,” he groaned. “But I don’t want to come down your throat.”
I batted my eyelashes. “No?”
He picked me up, setting me on the kitchen counter and pushed my dress up to my waist. “Fuck,” he groaned as he saw what was underneath. “No panties?”
Starting to shake my head no, I lost my entire train of thought as he slid two fingers inside of me.
“Fucking soaked and so needy for me, huh?”
I whimpered as he crooked his fingers inside of me, pumping them in until I wasright there.
“Don’t worry, honey,” he muttered, tugging at my ear with his teeth. “I’ll take care of you.”
I knew he would. He’d promised me that from the beginning, and so far, he’d always delivered.
Pulling his fingers out of me, Oliver fisted his cock, rubbing my arousal and his pre-cum down his length, before positioning the tip at my entrance and pushing in easily.
“So good,” I moaned. He was so big, and even though we’d done this more times than I could count, I still couldn’t get over the fullness I felt when he was inside of me, fucking me with everything he had.
“I love you,” he said, pressing kisses down my neck.
My moans grew louder as his pace increased. “I love you,” I cried as my orgasm hit me.
There was happy, and then there was this.
Bliss, I liked to call it.
Whatever it was, when my boyfriend pulled out of me, letting his cum trickle down my thighs, and then picked me up and carried me into the bathroom to clean me up, I never wanted it to end.
Because he was everything I’d ever wanted and didn’t know how to ask for.
He was my happy ending.
And damn if I wouldn’t fight for it every day for the rest of our lives.
CHAPTER 12
Tessa
Two years later, we became husband and wife. Our ceremony took place at the Griffin Observatory at sunrise, right underneath the Hollywood sign. It was a small ceremony—just our family and closest friends there, as I saidI doto the love of my life. To the ginger man who’d given up everything for me. The man I loved more than anything on the planet.
Because he was all mine, forever.
“I love you, Hollywood,” Oliver whispered in my ear as the first rays of the sun started to erupt in the sky.
“I love you, too,” I answered. “For better or for worse.”
“That’s right, wife.” He lifted me up into his arms. “I’m not going anywhere, baby. For the rest of our lives, you’re stuck with me.”
I cupped his cheeks and kissed him, softly. “You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”
