She was gorgeous in the white dress, absolutely stunning. The lace fell sweetly over her shoulders, highlighting toned limbs, the deep cleavage hinting at those lush curves, revealing without giving away.
Because we’re getting married, Daisy and I. Oh yeah, we’ve decided to go big too, make it a society wedding, everyone who’s anyone has been invited to my estate, the property decked out for the spectacular event. But I couldn’t care about any of that right now. Because we were in a dark room, a closet really, while caterers rushed around outside, florists and decorators in a panic, looking for the missing bride and groom.
Because yeah, we were missing the celebration. My dick was buried in Daisy’s cunt at the moment, the wedding dress hitched above her hips as we banged, deep, sensuous and raw in our hidey-hole.
“Mr. Marks, Mr. Marks,” she panted into my ear. “Oh god, oh god, oh god!”
And I came then, sperm spilling into her cunt, the white painting her insides with a coat of cream, jizz hot in her channel, so much of it that it spilled out between us, squeezing out around my dick, coating my balls and running down her thighs.
As I pulled out, a sweet squelching sound accompanied the withdrawal, both of us watching as our joined bodies parted, my veiny cock still stiff, glistening and glossy with our combined juices. And Daisy moaned softly, boobs heaving up and down, pussy clamping reflexively as if missing the connection already. And slowly, oh so slowly, white rose up from inside her, bubbling hotly at her hole before spilling out, the cream pie so luscious, the hot semen gooey and oozing.
“Don’t waste any of that,” I ground out, scooping it up with a finger, lazily running my hand up to her snatch and pushing the digit in, putting the jism back where it belonged. “This stuff’s precious, it belongs in your pussy,” I rumbled into her ear.
And Daisy shot me a sweet smile.
“Daddy, don’t worry about there not being enough,” she said coyly. “We can afford to waste some just now.”
My heart started pounding, almost throwing itself out my chest.
“What do you mean?” I began slowly. “Are you saying …?”
And Daisy nodded, a sweet smile playing on her lips.
“Yes, Mr. Marks, I’m pregnant with your baby,” she murmured, pulling me close once again, pressing a kiss to my lips, licking me gently, that soft pout so tempting. “I’m going to have your baby, aren’t you happy?” she asked, lifting her face to mine.
And I gathered her close, my hands stroking over her curves, her back, the luscious swell of her ass.
“Honey, you’re everything to me,” I ground out in my throat. “Everything, Mr. Marks will take care of you and the baby, always,” I promised.
And it was true because Daisy is my everything. We’d started out on the wrong foot almost, sneaking around, going on a college tour as an excuse to sample each other, to taste her sweet spots, bury myself in that beautiful body. But it had become so much more. The girl had shown surprising maturity. Honestly, I thought I was gonna lose her. Sure, we’d gotten back together, but I wasn’t sure what was going on in that head, her avoidance, the shuttered eyes, the inability to have a real conversation.
But Daisy came through. She went to see Harvey Echo of all people, and that old geezer made her see the light. I’ve never been a fan of Harvey, but at this moment, he’s out there with the rest of the guests, chuckling to himself knowing that we’re probably getting it on somewhere. Because yeah, despite the fact that Echo’s a porn legend, he’s got some real years under his belt, and he shared it with my girl, just in the nick of time to save our relationship.
So yeah, we’re in love and making it legal now. Despite the illicit beginnings, despite the conflicting interests between herself and my company, everything’s worked out. My girl understands that it’s not A versus B, or one versus two. It’s more like the heart working with the brain. Because how can you choose? The answer is that you can’t, they’ve got to work together, and Daisy gets that.
So we’re making it legal today, my beautiful girl and me. Today, we’re exchanging rings, and as I speak the marriage vows, death do us part never rang so true. Because I love this woman, and despite the fact that she started out as my ward, nothing will take her away from me now.
THE END
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