Make Me Extended Epilogue:

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Harlow

My pussy clenches and I writhe in a bed of clouds. I can feel hands spreading my plush thighs wide but don't see anything but the blue sky above me. Another cloud floats lazily by, mere feet from my face. I want to reach out and touch it but the throbbing in my core is too distracting, making me...

I gasp loudly, waking myself up, the clouds are now white bedding, blue sky transforms into a wood ceiling but the tantalizing sensations between my legs don’t disappear with the rest of the dream.

I lift my head to see a smiling Cash licking a strong stripe over my clit. I whimper and he chuckles.

 "Good morning, a chuisle," he says before diving back in.  I throw my head back on the pillow when he thrusts two fingers into my dripping pussy. It is audible how wet I am.

"Fuck, Cash," I hiss as the pleasure builds in a sweet knot.

"Are you gonna come for me, a chuisle?" His deep voice rumbles against my core as

he plunges his fingers deeper, then curling and uncurling them inside me to caress my g-spot.

"Daddy..." I don't know how long he was going down before I woke up, but my climax is coming fast and sweet. I roll my hips, searching out more, more, more. 

"Fuck yes, baby, ride my face like an eager little slut." His words stoke a fire inside me, my chest blooms with a heat that I'm sure is crawling to my cheeks.

I thread my fingers through his hair and hold him to me as I writhe against the wide flat of his tongue, grinding my clit. He moans and the vibrations shoot like a zap of electricity to my toes. 

"Oh, god, oh god..." My body tenses as I careen towards an explosion. My lungs constrict then release on a cry as my orgasm rolls through me like hot waves. I lay on my back, breathing heavy as Cash crawls up my naked body with a devilish gleam, leaving kisses in his wake.

"Such a good girl, coming so sweetly on my tongue.” He whispers as he brings his lips to mine. I groan at the taste of my lust on him. It tastes like pure eroticism. 

I deepen the kiss and roll us onto our sides, clutching his face, his vacation stubble scratching against my palms. The waves lap against our villa deck in the distance and the humid Tahitian sea air makes our naked bodies sticky. 

“Come shower with me,” his breath feathers against my lips. 

I mumble my agreement while reaching between us to stroke his thickening cock. “Only if I can return the favor.” 

“My dirty girl, always so greedy for daddy’s cum.” He swats my ass when I stay curled against his chest, “Well, what are you waiting for?” I hop out of bed laughing and scamper naked to the bathroom. 

This whole trip has been the same activities on repeat. Eating, fucking, swimming, showering, tanning, sleeping. It’s been lazy and indulgent and absolutely perfect. 

I turn on the shower faucet and enjoy the initial chill of the water against my heated skin. The bathroom floor is clear glass, allowing an astounding view into the ocean below. Aquamarine water refracts zig-zags of sunlight as colorful fish swim under foot. It’s remarkable. 

I turn around when I hear Cash behind me. His eyes rove my body with a drunken look though I know he’s completely sober. He speaks low and deadly, “I expected you to be waiting for me on your knees.” 

His commanding tone makes flames race up my back and my knees sink to the transparent floor. He steps up to me and looks down with a cold, hungry gleam in his eyes, thumbing my mouth open. “This fucking mouth,” he rumbles. “Tongue out.”

The water is hot now, filling the space with steam and adding to the heat between my thighs. It stings my back and rolls into my eyes. I fight against the drops to keep my eyes open and on Cash. He looks like a jealous God, ready to rain destruction. The glass floor makes it look like he’s floating, standing on water. 

He’s fucking stunning. 

He glides his cock back and forth on my outstretched tongue with slow, teasing rocks of his hips. “You know what to do, a chuisle. Take care of daddy now.”

With a smirk, I wrap my lips around his hard cock and palm his thighs. I can feel the raised scar from when I stabbed him, a permanent reminder of the depths of darkness he’s pulled me back from. I take my first deep suck, breathing in through my nose and he groans, throwing his head back and slamming a hand on the shower wall. 

His hooded eyes lock with mine as I take him deep, gagging. His tongue traces his teeth before he bites his lip. Seeing the pleasure and heat written so blatantly across his face is like a hit of the strongest drug. 

I cup his balls, rolling them in my palm as I bob up and down his length. He surprises me with sharp thrust forward, knitting his fingers in my wet hair so I have no choice but to choke as he hits the back of my throat. 

“Goddamn, look at you. Look how well you take it.” He holds my head in place as he slowly glides out before pounding back in. “Tell me getting used like a cheap whore doesn’t have your pussy fucking throbbing.”

I obviously can’t respond verbally with his dick down my throat, so I answer by spreading my knees and making a show of skating my hand down my stomach to circle my clit. My touch sends sparks through my body and I moan around him which in turn, makes him tighten his grip in my hair and pull me to my feet. 

I stand facing him, my jaw slack and breathing heavy. He aggressively shoves two fingers in my mouth like he can’t stand to not have part of himself inside me. I suck on them, swirling my tongue around his fingertips. I watch devilishly pleased as the muscles in his neck strain and pop. 

“Face the fucking wall, Harlow.” He growls my name and I know I am about to get ruthlessly fucked. 

I turn around, a chill spilling down my spine despite the hot water and I palm the slick, tiled wall. I look down at my feet, feeling his heavy presence behind me, and see a reef shark gracefully swim past. 

Cash hooks one of my legs over his elbow and pulls my hips back. I line him up at my entrance, delight and desire buzzing in the pit of my stomach. He leans over me and his lips graze my ear as he whispers, “No mercy.”

Then he slams into me, ripping the air from my chest as he fills me so perfectly it’s almost painful. He pulls out half way, “I know you love the taste of me, but I want to fill up your sweet cunt. Fuck you and fill you until you’re round with my child.” He spreads his hand over the pillowy rolls of my stomach before thrusting back in to the hilt. 

His arm around my leg and grip on my stomach gives him all the leverage he needs. I gasp as he fills me again and again, his thick cock dragging against my inner walls with every thrust. “Oh, fuck–so good, daddy, so fucking good,” I mewl as my body rocks with the force with which he’s fucking me. Mercilessly fucking me. 

He grits out a groan at my praise and slides his hand down to rub my clit. “Come for daddy, a chuisle.” His stuttering breath and bruising grip on my leg tells me how close he is. The desperation in his voice for his release and mine brings me to the edge. 

“Fuck, fuck, fu–” I cry out, my orgasm cresting, pussy clenching. 

“God, baby, yes. Milk me fucking dry,” He spews hot and heavy in my ear as he shoots his cum deep inside me. 

He folds over, heaving as he rests his body along my back. “Jesus Christ,” he mutters mindlessly. 

We catch our breath like this as I name the different fish I’ve learned the names of swimming under us. Damselfish. Angelfish. Stingray. Butterflyfish. Manta ray. Needlefish. Parrotfish. A constant kaleidoscope of colors. 

Once our heart rate has returned to something within the normal range, Cash tenderly cleans my inner thighs–but makes a point to push his cum back into my pussy–and washes my hair. I scrub him down too, peppering the strong muscled planes of his body with kisses, laughing when his dick begins to harden again. 

I’m toweling off when I hear Cash curse from the other room. 

“What is it?” I ask as I round the corner and see him throw his phone onto the bed next to him. 

“Fucking Finneas…” he growls. 

“Baby, what happened?” I sit at the foot of the bed next to him wrapped in a towel. 

“The governor’s son is dead.” He exhales through his nostrils, jaw clenched tight. “And Finneas just disposed of his body.” 

Read Hate Me, book 2 in the Fox Family Crime Syndicate series to find out what happens next and how Finn got himself in this dangerous situation. 

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