Just a Taste Part 24

Ch 24: Dylan's Epilogue: A New Life

Dylan

June 7th, 2025- Undisclosed Location in Canada- 11:02 PM

Whew, another exhausting, yet uneventful day slinging cold-cut sandwiches and prime-cut meats at the Meat-Cute Deli & Butchery. 

Yes, that was the real name of the business, and yes, I think it was fucking stupid. 

I’m not the one who named it. Isabella was, and I’d do anything to keep her happy. After all, her smile was a rare occurrence these days.

As I flipped the sign to ‘closed’, I stared at Isabella (Elise) as she wiped the counters dutifully. With a sigh, I reminisced about our journey up to this point.

Once we had claimed our new identities and successfully crossed the border, she became quiet and distant.

She barely slept, hardly ate anything, and blocked any physical intimacy. Even a hug, or a kiss on the cheek.

Then, two months later, I used some of Johnathan’s deal money to buy a bankrupt butchery, and her mood lifted immediately. Almost as if she had a purpose to live again.

We worked together to renovate and then reopen the humble shop into a well-decorated, modern gathering place where people could enjoy a meal in peace.

“What’re you staring at?” Isabella asked. A shy smile graced her plush lips.

“My gorgeous, sexy wife.” I murmured, closing the short distance between us.

Her body tensed up, resuming her cleaning as I approached her. “I’m not technically your wife, Dylan.”

Slowly, I wrapped my arms around her tiny waist. She gasped. “Please, I’m trying to finish this so we can go home.”

“Ah, so it’s home, but I’m not your husband?” I teased, kissing the space between her ear and neck. She moaned softly, touching my hair. “You’ll always be mine, Isabella. Real marriage certificate or not.”

My teeth tugged at her earlobe as she admitted, “Yes, I’m yours. I’m just scared…”

I stilled, loosening my grip on her. “About what?”

“Losing everything.” She whispered, leaning her head against my chest. “What if one of Daddy’s business buddies finds us, or the business burns down, or you die? Legally, there’s nothing that can be done because we aren’t married. It’s fake.”

Sighing heavily, I nodded in agreement. She’s right. We were in a tough spot. Buying our business wasn’t difficult, as the documentation was relaxed. Authorities could revoke marriage certificates if they suspected them.

Gotta love the rise of fraudulent immigrant marriages making it harder on everyone else.

“What if we get married, for real?” I suggested massaging her shoulders.

Isabella giggled. “Is this another ‘almost’ proposal?”

“No, it’s not.” I rasped, inhaling her sweet raspberry perfume. “In the office, under the receipt book, there’s a box. Go get it.”

She spun around, eyes wide and mouth agape. "You're serious?"

"Go on," I commanded, slapping her ass. "Don't make me repeat myself, darling.

Isabella blushed feverishly, sprinting to the office. A moment passed before I heard her squeal like a mouse.

Ah, she found it. The ring I had bought for her months ago.

Excellent.

"Oh my God," she cried, gingerly carrying the simple black ring box. "It's real, isn't it?"

Nodding, I dropped to my knees in front of her.

Tears trickled down her flaming red cheeks, resembling a cracked mountainside releasing pressure.

In a way, I guess she was. Her emotions, which had become condensed and pushed aside, were finally surfacing. A relief, I'm sure, after all this time.

"Oh, Dylan, I..." she gasped, trembling as I took her left hand.

"From the moment our eyes locked, I wanted you." I confessed, kissing her hand. "My tongue craved a taste of your succulent blood, while the rest of me yearned to see you survive. To live a long, happy life. And maybe along your journey, we might meet again."

She giggled, sniffling slightly. "Yeah, nothing went according to anyone's plan there."

"To be honest, I'm glad it didn't. We wouldn't have shared so many... interesting moments." I mused, winking suggestively. "Sorry, I'm off-topic."

"It's okay," Isabella reassured me, wiping away her tears. "Please continue."

Clearing my throat, I opened the box. Revealing the carefully selected ring meant for Isabella's finger.

The band was a stunning platinum; glimmering brilliantly under the faint deli lights. Nestled in the center was an oval-cut yellow diamond. It was a rare discovery at the jewelry store, one that's dug up only once per year, but worth every penny.

Just to see Isabella's shocked expression.

"It's beautiful!" she gasped, trembling with anticipation.

"Isabella Montgomery, currently living as Elise Whiscott, will you become my wife? For real this time?" I asked, removing the ring from its cushioned prison."I promise to protect you with my life, fuck the shit out of you when you're angry or depressed, and to give you the best life possible. If you agree, that is."

"Dylan, yes, of course I will!" she squealed, wiggling her fingers in excitement. "Will it fit?"

With a sly grin, I answered, "I bet I can make it fit."

She bit her bottom lip, picking up on my intentions. "We'll see."

Placing the ring in my mouth, I slid it onto her slender finger. Using my tongue to secure it.

As I removed her finger from my mouth, I swirled my tongue around the fingertip. Gently nipping at the sensitive flesh.

"Dylan," Isabella whimpered, entangling her fingers in my freshly dyed black hair. "We have to clean up and close. The store opens early."

"No, it doesn't," I murmured, kissing her newly bejeweled hand. "Tomorrow's Sunday. We're closed."

Her face flushed red. "Oh, well, if that's the case..."

The air between us surged with a powerful electrical current, with an undertone of restrained sexual frustration. Combined with the stifling heat, had covered our bodies in a light sheen of sweat.

I growled as my hands gripped her hips. "As you wish, my wife."

Without hesitation, I unzipped her black jean shorts and shoved them down to her knees. Exposing her lust-drenched white cotton panties to my hungry gaze.

Isabella leaned back against the counter, her freshly dyed strawberry blonde hair cascading onto the surface, while resting one of her toned legs on my shoulder. Her cheeks were hot enough to cook a pork chop on, and her fake green eyes sparkled with desire.

Fuck, it's been too long.

Kissing her inner thighs, creeping upward, I whispered, "I love you, Isabella."

"I love you too, Dylan." She panted, fisting my hair, guiding my mouth where she needed it most.

After inhaling the intoxicating aroma of raspberries drizzled in honey, I ripped the flimsy material off and buried my face between her legs. Parting the tender, slick folds with my eager tongue, curling inside her velvety soft walls.

"Oh God, yes!" she screamed, grinding her hips in time with my tongue strokes.

The beast within me stirred; primal urges compelled me to lose control of reality and let go.

So I did.

With all my strength, I shoved Isabella onto the counter. Legs fanned out in a V formation; her slender body folded in half like an opened book. Ferociously devouring her succulent pussy as she writhed beneath me.

Her walls clenched on my tongue, releasing her precious essence.

Fucking finally!

Breathlessly, Isabella tried to undress. Her arms shook from the coital aftershocks, so I took over. Pulling the white apron and pink T-shirt over her arms and tying them into a knot behind her head.

Before she could argue, I forced my black jeans down and pushed my throbbing cock inside.

My eyes rolled back into my head. A deep growl escaped my lips as I reunited with the tightest pussy in the universe.

She winced slightly; taking a few deep breaths to relax.

When she exhaled, he slid all the way in. Nestling deep within the profoundly missed warmth.

A few thrusts in, a shiver ran up my spine. Damn, it's been too long.

"Darling, I can't hold back..." I grunted, increasing my speed.

"That's okay, cum inside me, Dylan!" She moaned, tossing her head back in ecstasy.

I pumped in and out like a rutting animal, digging my fingers so deep into her hips that bruises would show later, and then my body stilled.

"Fuck," I roared, releasing rope after rope of my seed inside her.

Licking my lips, I admitted, "I can't wait to do this until we're old and grey."

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