Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
His hands close around my breasts as he backs me against the wall. I gasp as his thigh makes contact with my aching center.
“Now, Daddy?” I ask, smiling shyly.
His cock is rock hard against my hip.
“Now,” he growls. He kneels before me like he’s proposing, his hot breath gusting through the thin lace. He licks me through my panties.
I whimper, “Daddy, that tickles.”
He pulls my panties down to kiss my naked lips—shaved bare for the occasion, and oh-so sensitive.
“Does that tickle, too?”
“Uh-huh.” I nod.
I moan as he reaches around to squeeze my ass with both hands. My clit throbs against his tongue. He buries his face in my pussy as he gropes my backside.
“Oh, Daddy... That feels so good.”
He spreads my cheeks apart.
“Everything that’s yours belongs to Daddy,” he says. “Even this hole.”
He strokes my back entrance. I shiver, eager to feel him inside me.
“But that’s... No one’s ever...” I bite my bottom lip, playing the part of naïve little girl. Of course Cal’s been in my ass before. It’s just way more fun to pretend this is all brand new.
In some ways, it is brand new. I’m about to be fucked by my husband for the first time.
He slides a finger into my pussy to wet it, then reaches around back to slowly work the slickened digit against my asshole. I whimper as he breaches me.
“Such a dirty girl,” he says. “That white dress doesn’t fool Daddy.”
With his finger still buried in my ass, he rises to his feet. I help him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, then reach into his boxers to pull his fat cock out.
He thrusts it inside me in one go.
I cry out, gripping his shoulders for stability. In my heels, I’m tall enough that he can fuck me hard against the wall without having to crouch.
“Whose ass is this, baby?” he growls.
“Daddy’s.” I nearly go cross-eyed at the way his pubic bone bumps my clit with every thrust.
“Whose pussy is this?”
“D-daddy’s...”
“Who do you belong to, baby girl?”
“You, Daddy.” I moan the words. “I’m all yours.”
“Damn right you are.”
He pounds into me, picking up the pace as soon as he feels my inner muscles start to quiver. I’m so fucking close. Painfully close...
“I’m gonna come inside you,” he says, “and you’re gonna spend the rest of the night dancing and eating cake with Daddy’s cum dripping down your legs.”
My orgasm bursts inside me like fireworks. I wrap my legs around him. He pulls his finger out of my ass so he can hold me up, driving into me with brutal force as his cock erupts. He groans. Each time he slams me against the wall, I have another mini orgasm.
“I love you so fucking much,” he grunts into my ear. “You filthy little girl.”
“I love you, too, Daddy.”
He pulls out of me, still hard and glistening with my arousal and his cum.
“Be a good little bride and clean off your daddy’s cock,” he says.
I drop to my knees to lick and suck our combined juices off him. He pets my head as I take him deeper than I need to, just because I want to feel him brush the back of my throat.
“That’s enough for now, baby,” he growls. “Too much more of that and Austin’s gonna win a bet.”
I change into my party dress, then quickly fix my makeup. When we finally enter the reception tent, everyone stands and starts clapping.
“Took you guys long enough,” Jonah says with a wink.
My face instantly heats up.
Having come so hard, I’m surprisingly relaxed as we eat and drink with our friends. That’s one thing I’ve learned about living with social anxiety: most people are actually pretty great, and very few things ever turn out as bad as you expect them to.
Once the cake is cut and served, I grab Kenzie and Teagan and drag them both to the dance floor. As we bump along to the music, I notice Austin watching Kenzie from a nearby table.
I lean in close to ask Kenzie, “Is there something going on between you two?”
“What?” Her cheeks glow peachy pink. “No way.”
“Why not? Austin’s a good guy.”
“I know he is.” She flicks her gaze in his direction. I let the topic dissipate, but note the way she seems to dance a little sexier knowing he’s watching.
Eventually, the guys descend upon us. As I move to the beat in Cal’s arms, I scan the faces of the found family we’ve built around us. At Jonah, Teagan, and little Joey. At Mike and Austin. My best friend, Kenzie. I have nothing but gratitude for this new life I’ve been given, a life I’ve chosen.
In the end, Cal had a choice, too, and he chose me.
We chose each other.