American Sweethearts

Epilogue

IM SO SORRRYYYYY

I know it took longer than I said it would, but it's here now!

I hope you enjoy it and get the closure you need. If not, feel free to tell me in the comments 😂

Love you, xoxo

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18+

I dig my nails into Tyler's back, holding on for dear life. My legs are spread open wide — as wide as they can be in the backseat of a car. My body shifts back and forth as he pumps in and out of me, filling me up to my core. I moan loudly, my climax rapidly approaching.

"Fuck," Tyler groans. "I'm gonna come."

"Wait," I breathe. "Lift up."

He does as I say, giving me just enough space to sneak my hand in between our bodies. I rub my clit quickly, applying just the right amount of pressure to reach my orgasm quickly.

"I can't hold it anymore," Tyler mumbles.

"Go," I say. "Go!"

He tries to continue his movements, but it's no use. He always gets so sloppy when he orgasms, and I don't blame him. I don't have any control over my body, either. I squeeze onto his skin, holding on as I reach my climax. My whole body tenses quickly overwhelmed with a wave of relief.

"Fuck, babe," Tyler pulls out of me.

"So good," I try to catch my breath. "I fucking love you."

"I love you too," he grins. He climbs off me, reaching into the front seat to grab the box of tissues. We keep it there for times like these. Let's just say... it's not uncommon for us to have quickies in the car.

Tyler cleans me up, gently wiping over my sensitive area. I shut my legs when he's done, pulling my dress back down to cover myself up. Tyler removes the condom from his dick, using some more tissues to wipe off the leftover sperm.

"I wish we could stay here," I say.

"Me too," he chuckles. "But it's your sister's wedding. It'll be fun."

"Promise you'll dance with me?" I sit up.

"Pinky promise," he nods. He links his pinky with mine, giving me a quick peck on the lips.

"Is my mascara still okay?" I ask. He glances over to me, eyeing my face. He rubs his thumb over my eyelid, removing some smudged makeup.

"Perfect," he smiles.

"Alright. Are you ready to go?"

"Yep," he quickly buttons up his jeans before pushing open the door. I told him not to wear jeans but he didn't have any neater pants. It's alright, though. He looks good. I at least managed to get him into a black button-up shirt. It would've been more formal if it was white, but I didn't push it. He didn't want to come to this wedding in the first place.

"Thanks for coming with me," I join our hands as we walk over the parking lot.

"No worries, babe," he pulls me closer. "I know it's important to you."

"It's just bad timing."

"No way, it's fine. We have plenty of time."

"I still haven't packed my makeup. I needed it today."

"I can help you. I already finished packing my stuff."

I turn to him, a giant smile on my face. He started packing as soon as he found out. He's so excited, I've never seen him like this. He's happy — genuinely happy.