Davis
She isn’t in a little black dress or in a little red dress. Fuck no. Because today? Today she’s in a long white dress. And she looks fucking gorgeous. Dark hair all around her bare shoulders wearing plum lipstick, light make up, cowboy boots…gorgeous. Just like always.
City Hall is bustling. All the normal Tuesday afternoon business of Sherman swirls around us, but I pay zero fucking attention. Because I’ve got her in my arms, and we’ve got a date with the judge in twenty-five minutes.
We’re getting married in the gazebo behind the courthouse and I’ve had it decorated with a hundred thousand little blinking white lights, pink roses, gold balloons and paper lanterns like the picture she showed me from one of her bridal magazines.
Things with her Grandpa are… thawing. Slowly.
He’s seeing the error of his ways. But not enough to be invited to witness our wedding.
The others will meet us outside once the judge is ready.
I told her she could have a giant wedding and whatever she wanted but she just wanted this.
The big dress, her friend Stacey, Stevie and Janie here to watch and the rings.
She’s all about the rings since drawing the Sharpie ones on our fingers every day is probably not practical. Or healthy.
I gave her a debit card so she can spend at her whim, but she doesn’t drive so either Janie or I take her everywhere she needs to go like the princess she is.
Janie took her to the jewelry store to buy my ring, and I don’t know what she picked out, but it could be a Hello, Kitty pink plastic band. If she picked it out, I’m wearing it.
I’m pretty sure I knocked it out of the park with what I chose. She had a few pages in the wedding magazines dog eared and some of them were for rings.
She doesn’t seem to want a big rock. She wanted something antique looking with a few delicate diamonds.
I got her exactly that, but then, I got her something bigger to wear around her neck.
My girl needs to shine like the diamond she is so we will exchange rings, but I’ll also be putting a two-carat heart shaped diamond around her neck.
We’re all going to Mastriano’s after for a big meal too. That’s what my baby wanted and I’m down for making all her wishes come true.
But we’ve got a little time to kill before it’s time.
And there’s only one way I want to kill time with her. Now and always.
“Twenty-four minutes,” Marin says, tapping her phone for the tenth time in the last thirty seconds. “This is the longest freaking wait of my life.”
I hold her close, pull her perfect bubble butt close to my cock. “Baby. People got traffic court and shit. They can’t stop everything because we want to tie the knot.”
She turns around in my arms. “We already knotted it,” she says, not understanding why I start chuckling at the innuendo. “I just want to be your wife in front of the people that matter. Now. Is that so much to ask?”
Goddamn, I love her. And I want her. So fucking bad. “You know the only thing that would make this second wedding more perfect?”
She looks up at me, wide-eyed, na?ve. Just a little girl in need of care and protection. And a good rough-fucking every six hours, at least. “What?”
I tuck her hair behind her ear and lean in close. She smells like cupcakes. Christ, she’s gonna be the end of me. “My cum inside you.”
“Oh god.”
I side-eye the hall. A janitor is just leaving the women’s bathroom, blocking the entrance with a WET FLOOR: DO NOT ENTER sign. Now we’re fucking talking.
I take her hand in mine and lead her over there.
There are people everywhere and it only takes a second for the two of us to sneak in.
I close the door behind us and lock it, and then give her ass a smack.
Her ass jiggles in just the right way. “Mmmm. Fuck. You’re built for fucking, baby girl. So that’s exactly what we’re gonna do.”
She giggles, tottering along the slightly wet tile. “Oh you.”
I spin her around in front of the sinks, so she’s looking at me in the mirror. I hike up her satin skirt, revealing her red lace thong. She looks fucking amazing in this thong. But there are rules. “What the fuck did we say about red?”
She lets her head fall, laughing. Her hair slides aside, letting me see the line of her spine. I love her right down to her fucking bones. “These are what I was wearing when we met, so…”
Christ. Some rules are made to be broken. I hook them aside with my finger and unzip my pants. I’m achingly hard already; have been all fucking day. And night. No matter how often I have her, I only want more. “This cup will never runneth over. Ever.”
I push into her without warning, without permission. She’s mine and she fucking knows it. I hilt myself in deep, groaning as I enter.
“Oh God,” she says. “I missed you so much.”
Deeper and deeper, in and out. “I want to fuck another baby into you today, sweet girl. Before we re-tie the knot.”
She grips the Formica countertop. White nail polish today. Angel-pure. “I want to break every rule with you. If anyone can do you, you can,” she purrs. “Let me make a double Daddy out of you, pleaaaaase.”
Daddy.
It makes my dick fucking throb inside her. That word is gonna be in her future. Every fucking day. But she has no idea yet.
I press hard into her cervix, feeling my cock compress. Knowing my baby is already growing inside her does nothing but fill me with pride. I’m still obsessed with breeding her whether it’s physically possible or not, my nuts don’t care.
We’re not making love now, nah. This is pure fucking. Pure primal fucking. The most basic instinct there is. With three hard drives, I’m coming inside her. And god-fucking-damn, it feels so good.
Once I deposit my whole baby-making load deep inside her, I pull out and spin her around. What a perfect little fucktoy she is. I hoist her up now on the bank of sinks and drop down between her legs. My cum is spilling from her pussy already. And I’m not gonna stand for that.
I position one of her hands to help her find her balance. She kicks her stilettos off and her heels go automatically to my shoulders. The smell of the two of us inside her sugar cunt is fucking intoxicating. The sweetest smell in the world.
I take her left hand and position it right at her opening, place it strategically to give myself room for what I’m planning to do. “Keep that cum inside you, sweet girl. You hear me?” I ask, and then get to work on her clit.
She keeps her pussy half shaved now. I love her little curls but she loves having things a bit bare as well which works for me. More to kiss, more to taste. Best of both worlds.
She groans out a growl of yes, digging her heels hard into me. “Oh my God.”
I pull back from her folds, wiping my mouth on her inner thigh. She tastes like heaven itself. “I need you to keep all that cum inside you for as long as you can, no matter how hard I make you come. Think you can do that for me, baby?”
“Yes, Davis,” she says, eyes wide and sincere. “Anything you want.”
I get back to work, closing my eyes and getting lost in the ripples and waves of her pink slit.
As I work her closer to orgasm, I feel her hand start to shift away from her tight little hole, so I use my hand to keep it there, putting pressure on her fingers with mine, so she’s halfway fingering herself as I suck her clit.
I dive in deep, drawing that pleasure out of her. I roll her clit between my teeth, working her up, and up, and up, and…
A knock at the door breaks my focus, but she just bursts out with a laugh. “I’m almost there,” she whispers to me. “Please, please don’t stop.”
Never. Never fucking ever. I don’t care if this whole fucking place collapses around us. She’s the only thing that matters. Now. And always.
I eat her out like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do. Her thighs clench tight around my head, and for a moment, all I know is her. Her smell. Her warmth. Her body. Her soul.
And like that, on my knees before her, I feel her come hard and strong.
She’s all I’ve ever needed. Her and me. Forever.