Tears wouldn’t stop welling up in my eyes, stining the lower lids and making my vision blurry.

Sam had us stashed in his car and drove us to the facility that helped him walk again. When all the paper work was done, a nurse came out to get my father.

He disappeared through two wooden double doors after waving goodbye.

“It’s going to be okay, Wendy. He’s fine here. They work miracles here,” Sam hushed into my ear. The soothing warmth from his breath tickling my ear made me feel a bit more at ease.

He held me by the shoulders and we slowly began to walk out of the facility. The doctors said it was going to be a four month journey. And hopefully my Dad would be back. The Dad I used to know.

The Dad that I saw glimpses of every so often under the pain and sorrow. He prided on being the head of the family, well, what small family we had. Loosing his job after doing so well and watching as his savings dwinlded away was painful for him.

But now, I was grown. I could help.

And one point two million was going to make sure that this didn’t happen again.

Dad was getting the help he needed, and I was given the chance of a lifetime.

We got into his car and I rested my head back while I pulled around my seat belt.

“Thanks, Sam.” I opened my eyes and looked at him. Reaching out, I placed my hand on his knee. My arm bumped into his cane. That was when it hit me…

“Hey… your cane. You weren’t using it when you came over to the ambulance. And… you didn’t use it to walk when we came here either. Are you feeling better?”

I moved my hand from his knee to his cane and held it up, examining the carvings on the handle part.

It was a heavy-ish cane. Definitely expensive. It was probably solid silver.

“Oh, yeah. I thought you and your father were really hurt. I was worried,” Sam said in a hushed tone.

I eyes locked onto each other’s and my face began to heat up. I broke away and looked down at my feet.

“I see. Thanks for worrying. It’s nice to have someone looking over you every once in a while.”

Sam grabbed my hand and placed it on a button.

“Huh?” I looked down at my hand then back up at him.

“Push it. Start the car.”

I perked up and pushed the button. The car revved to life and we were off.

“So, where are we going now?” I asked Sam. His profile looked manly from where I was sitting. Damn, he grew up fine.

“Your new home,” he said, a sly smile on his face.

He got what he wanted too.

***

 

“No way! This is your home,” I exclaimed, looking at the mini mansion we were pulling up on. It sat on a small hill, had beautiful big windows and pillars at the entrance.

Sam parked his car right at the front door and we got out. I was almost afraid to move.

“Come on. Get comfortable.  You are my wife, now,” Sam said, taking out his keys to unlock the door.

I followed behind him and had to catch my jaw from hitting the floor once I entered the inside.

Marble, gold trimming, the works.

“Wow, you’re… God, you’re set for life, aren’t you, Sam?”

Sam folded his arms and smirked. “I will be if this all goes to plan.”

“You mean this marriage deal thing?”

“Yes. Here, let me show you  your room.”

Sam held his hand out and I took it. His long strong fingers wrapped around my hand, sending a jolt through my body.

“Your home is beautiful.”

“It’s even more beautiful with you here in it,” Sam said, squeezing my hand.

A jolt ran down to my core. Yep, my panties were wet now.

Sam took me through his home, showing me his garden, gourmet kitchen, indoor and outdoor pool, and finally my bedroom doors.

We stopped outside what would be my  room and Sam paused for a second.

“You’re going to love this,” he said, gripping the gold handles and pushing them open.

I leaned in as the doors were pushed open.

When they were all the way open, I stumbled back.

“Oh my god,” I stammered, placing my hand over my mouth.

“Well don’t run away. This is your room.” Sam inched over to me, a slight limp to his walk. Personally, I thought it was kind of sexy. “Unless, you’d rather stay in mine.”

That tingle in my pussy got a level up now.

“You’re something else, Sam,” I stuttered, taking a few steps around him.

I waltzed into the room and turned around to the door.

“Time for me to get comfortable. I’ll be out in a hour or so.”

“Okay, I’ll bring in your bags from the car and set them outside your door.”

“Thanks.”

With that, I closed the door and took in the view of my room. The lighting was customizable; I could make it lighter or dimmer with the turn of a dial. The ceiling was pure art, and the bathroom? It was bigger than my old bedroom.

 

After messing around with the shower, I slipped into a spare robe that was in the bathroom closet and went into the bedroom.

This was a perfect time to relax.

Throwing myself on the bed, I bounced up and down and grabbed my phone.

Molly hadn’t heard from me in a while, and it was time I began getting back in touch with being a normal person instead of a number crunching worry wort that didn’t socialize with anyone.

*Knock, knock*

The door creaked open and Sam peaked his head in.

“Hey, I didn’t say come in yet,” I huffed, pulling my robe down my exposed leg.

“You’re my wife. I shouldn’t have to,” Sam said, bringing in my bags.

“Wendy, I need to ask you something to clear the air.”

Sam placed my bags close to my  bed, his eyes beaming at me.

“What is it?”

“The prom.”

Oh God, was he really going to bring this up?

“What about it?”

He sat down on my bed and stared me down.

“I know it was a long time ago. But I want to know. Why Bruer? Why didn’t you want to go with me?” his voice wasn’t as… mean as I thought it’d be. Sam sounded more hurt than anything.

“Me? Go with Bruer?” I pointed at myself, shocked at what he just said. “Woah, wait. I didn’t go with Bruer! You’re the one who dropped me for Alice, remember?”

Sam’s brows lowered. “Alice? She went to the prom with Bruer. I was told you didn’t want to see me or anything…”

“What? Who told you—”

“Elanna…”

“Huh. Alice’s sister… Okay, now I see.” I slapped my forehead and fell back on my bed. “I feel so stupid.”

Sam cupped my cheek and pulled me in by the neck for a kiss.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled. “How could I be so stupid.”

“We were young,” Sam explained.

“That’s not a good enough excuse.”

Sam crawled on top of me and untied my robe, opening it to run his eyes over my perky breasts.         

I shivered at his gaze. Even though he was now my fiance, his gaze was hungry and intense. I had never had a man look at me the way Sam was right now.

I quivered as he brushed his fingers lightly against my nipples. I ran my hands all over his back and neck, feeling his hard, manly skin under my fingers.

His chest and back felt so good to my touch. I just wanted to hold him in my arms forever. The way Sam maneuvered his hands over my breasts made me moan out in pleasure.

He knew exactly what he was doing and I liked that about him. His fingers caressed my nipples, causing them to stiffen under his ministrations. He leaned down and popped one in his mouth, making me cry out and arch my back. Good thing I was flexible.

I loved the feel of Roland's hot rough mouth upon my small breast, the way he flicked his tongue over my nipple and how he worked his warm rough hand on my belly. It had to be gripping that cane. But lately he hadn’t been using it.

What had I been missing?

I squirmed under his hot body as he worked from one nipple to the other. He then kissed my neck, leaving hot wet kiss trails all over my skin.

That just made me want him more. He was everything I remembered and more. Our eyes locked and when he placed his lips on mine, my pussy quivered with lust.

We kissed with all the passion of lost lovers and I dug my fingernails into his back. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh and I wanted it like nothing I have ever wanted before. But I wanted to savor the moment first.

"Hmm..." He hummed into my mouth. "You're a great kisser. I could get used to this."

I smiled and kissed him on the nose. "Good, because you're going to get as much as you can handle,” I purred.

"Oh, you think you can dish it out? Let's see you try." He smiled.

I slipped out from underneath his muscular body. My pussy was positively thrumming and I didn't want to wait one more minute for my prize. Putting him on his back, I tore open his shirt as  I kissed my way down his strong abs to his stomach and even further.

I smiled up at him as I unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his pants and boxers, exposing his large, veiny cock to my greedy eyes. The moment I saw its size and girth, I whistled. It was big. Really big.

"Holy shit!" I said, tracing my fingers up and down his sensitive cock. "Where have you been hiding this?" I licked my lips. I had always been a glutton for punishment and was never the type to shy away from a challenge.

And Sam’s cock was most definitely a challenge.

He laughed and put his hands on my head. I licked every inch of his thick shaft and fondled his nice, smooth balls. Before taking his long, thick shaft down my throat, I tickled his head, teasing him until he was bucking his hips and practically begging for mercy.

After teasing the poor guy, I took pity on him and his beautiful cock and slowly descended down on his dick. His cries of pleasure echoed throughout the room and I smiled.

"Damn, Wendy!" He said as I slowly inched my way down his fat cock. It was so large that for a moment I thought it wouldn't fit. I was bound and determined to get it in no matter what. I could feel every twitch and tremor my mouth was causing his cock to make.

I fingered myself as I sucked his cock. I wanted so badly to feel that damn cock deep inside my thirsty pussy. I couldn't believe how wet I was. I didn't realize it, but I'd been waiting for a man like this for a long, long time.

"I think that's about enough..." He gently pulled me off his throbbing cock. "Any more of that and I'll be cumming all over your pretty face,” he growled.

I switched places with him and actually blushed when he opened my legs and peered at my pussy. I wondered what he thought about it, but I didn't have long to wait to find out.

"Wow! You look fabulous!" He breathed in my heady aroma, then leaned forward and began kissing all around my gushing pussy. He licked my folds, my thighs, lapped up my juices, everywhere but where I really wanted him to lick.

Just like I teased him, he waited as long as he could before turning his attention to my clit. But oh my God, when his tongue flicked against my little nubbin, I was so much in heaven that I thought I was going to die.

He worked his delicious tongue and lips against my clit, wracking my body with orgasm after orgasm. When he was finished, he slid his needy cock up to my sopping entrance and easily slid right in. I couldn't believe how wet I still was.

His manly lips covered mine and I moaned into his mouth as I felt his massive cock slowly descend into my entrance, widening it and stripping it of its hunger. Electric jolts of pure pleasure coursed through my body and all I could do was wrap my arms around his neck and hold on for dear life.

Sam slid in and out of my tight, wet pussy, fucking me senseless. I couldn't believe I had let this slip out of my grasp because of a dumb lie. Never again.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him passionately. In and out he worked his cock until I was nothing more than a soaking disheveled mess.

"Oh Sam!" I breathed through orgasms. "Oh yes, fuck me! Fuck me harder!" I pulled him as close to my body as I possibly could. I wanted our bodies to meld.

Sam obliged, working his cock into my tight pussy, bottoming out, then pulling it back up. Hearing my pleadings, he picked up the pace and I could feel his throbbing cock and knew he was almost ready to cum inside me.

A drop of sweat, a grunt and a hard thrust later my man was spraying his love deep inside my aching pussy. I milked him for all he was worth until there was nothing left, then kissed him on the lips.