Lacey
Two years later …
The broom closet rattled around us with the steady pounding of Jake's thickness inside.
"Oh, God, baby that’s so good," came my delirious moan. “So deep.”
Jake's dick tapping my g-spot made my entire body shudder, pussy gushing wetly. A storm of sensation thundered through my body, the orgasm getting ready to overwhelm.
And Jake grunted against my back, his huge form covering mine.
"You ready, princess?"
Oh god, I couldn’t wait.
“Yes … yes … do it, unnnnh!"
My gorgeous fiancé let himself go then, spilling hotly into my cunt. Jet after jet lashed into my private spot, hot and virile, making me scream. But never underestimate the billionaire because mid-shudder, he pulled out and put it in my asshole then. It wasn’t easy, but I’ve taken that hard cock so many times now that it slid into my back hole in one, smooth stroke.
“Unnnh!” I screamed like a banshee, shudders making my anus clench hotly. “Oh oh oh!”
Because after two years, we still can’t get enough of each other. Jake and I have done it in every room in our apartment, in half the hotels in New York, and so many times in his office that I’ve lost count. Even after we nearly got caught in the executive washroom, we still kept at it. We haven't stopped. We'll never stop.
And now was no exception.
"You okay, princess?"
Still breathing hard, Jake pulled out, shaking off that giant dick, droplets hitting the floor. And outside, the strains of the wedding march began to sound, elegant and harmonious.
Because that’s right, we’re getting married. Right now. And yet, Jake and I are still going at it like animals, a two-hole special just seconds before walking down the aisle.
Oh god, would our wedding guests be able to tell? Would they be able to discern from the funny way I walked, the glow of my skin? I gasped, trying to get myself together, smoothing the white silk before fussing at my hair.
But my fiancé, as usual, was all male and supremely confident.
"Relax, princess. You look perfect. Just like a beautiful bride." And poking his head out the broom closet, he scoped the hallway. Good. No one there. With one firm hand, he took mine and helped me out, careful not to tangle the heavy train.
“There you go, honey,” came that growl. “Pretty as a picture.”
I flushed, still sensitive to his compliments. Because yes, it took a while for us to settle into a rhythm. There was so much gossip at first.
Stepdaughter hooks up with stepdad!
Billionaire financier seduced by teen nymphet!
Amanda Jones shown up by model-quality daughter!
I almost laughed at that one. I’m no model, and I’ll never be. And the photo of my mom in the tabloids with her blood-red lipstick and haughty demeanor, made me sad all the same. Because maybe she and Jake were never in love. Maybe they’d only been using each other, but still. It didn’t make me happy to be caught in the middle of a firestorm.
But all that settled down after a while, and soon the newshounds were onto the next salacious thing. It was a relief. But we were never able to make amends with Amanda, and I don’t blame her. Because what daughter does what I did? What fiancé turns his back, only to find true love with your one of your family members?
But life is what it is, and I’m hoping that some way, somehow, Amanda will see the silver lining. Because I’ve found the man of my dreams, and he is everything I hoped for. Generous, kind, and giving. Giving is the most important because after all that happened, I wasn’t sure that we had a future.
But Jake’s different now. He’s made sure I’m his number one, and I feel it all the time. No more drama, no more bullshit. No more skulking around, hiding our relationship. And to make it legit, we’re getting married now, proclaiming our love for all to see.
So I smiled at my man, deliriously happy, taking his hand.
“You ready?” were my soft words.
Between my legs, I could feel the slippery spill of Jake's cum from both my pussy and my ass, but it was so right. The pleasure was right, the love it represented, and the future we have together, all wrapped up in the feel of my lover’s juice pouring from my most private spots.
"You happy, princess?"
And I turned to him, my smile incandescent.
“Yes, Jake. Very happy.”
And with that, we kissed once more before stepping into the aisle. Because this is what love is. It’s about going through good times and bad, suffering the lows and enjoying the highs. And we’ve had a lot of both, but each trial and tribulation makes us stronger, each year our roots growing deeper, twining around one another.
So yes. I’m with this man, and we’re announcing it to the world, come hell or high water, in sickness and in health. Maybe Jake and I started as something illicit and wrong, but now … only death will do us part.
THE END
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