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Chapter Eleven – Lindsey

 

 

“Hey, this isn’t my place?” I said, looking up at the huge house we were riding up to from the street. It wasn’t a mansion, but it was pretty damn close.

“Oh? I thought it was,” Gordon said, rubbing my thigh.

“It isn’t.”

“It is now.” It hit me. I was to be his wife. We would share everything now. And that small one-bedroom apartment was going to be a thing of the past. Now I was being whisked off to this…castle. Gordon parked, and I finally got the hang of getting out of this car without feeling and looking like an idiot.

“Wow. This is beautiful. As a matter of fact, now that I think about it, you never took me to your home before.”

“You’re the one who wanted to be mysterious and keep this a fling when we first met,” Gordon reminded me with a sly grin.

He took out the keys for his home and unlocked the doors. Warm lights turned on and revealed a fantastic main floor. The chandelier was the icing on the cake.

“This is like a dream. Wow. Now I finally know what it’s like to be in Willow or Stacy’s shoes.”

I was almost afraid of taking another step. This place was fantastic. Every wall had a painting, and it was carved with decorations.

“Make yourself at home,” Gordon said, putting his jacket up on a rack by the door. It was funny to see that no matter how fancy his place was, he still had something simple like a coat rack by the door.

“I don’t even know about how to adjust to this.” I took a few steps forward and held myself. This was very surreal. I was soon to be Mrs. Glen. This house was going to be a new part of my life, and the lifestyle that went along with it.

“You will. Trust me,” Gordon promised, cupping my waist with his hand. The warmth of his touch and the assurance in his voice put me at ease and I rested my head on his chest. There was one way, and one way only to break in a new home.

“Show me to the bedroom, I’ll figure the rest of this house out later.”

I loosened Gordon’s tie. He wasted no time hiking me over his shoulder and marching up to the bedroom. I bounced up and down with each step he took and chuckled all the way upstairs. He made me feel lighter than I thought I was. But with his muscles, that wasn’t going to be hard to do.

Hell, he could probably lift up his car with one hand if he wanted to.

 

When we got upstairs, he took me down a hall. It was comfy, and done up nicely, but his bedroom? That was a different world. It was the most comfortable place I’d ever seen. The carpet was especially plush, and his scent dominated the air.

“Gonna get naked for me?” he asked, throwing me down onto his bed. God, it felt like a fucking cloud cut from the clouds of Heaven itself.

“Hell yeah. Unless you had other ideas?” I began to peel at my straps to get this dress off of me.

“No, no, go ahead,” he urged, undoing his slacks. His cock was already pressed against his boxers. That had to be painful. Deliciously painful. And it was all my fault. Heh, I liked that.

I threw my dress to the side and Gordon helped rip off my bra and thong.

“You’re so perfect. Skin smooth as silk, and your pussy, it has a death grip that can keep a man cumming.” He ran his hands up and down my sides, bringing them back up to my nipples. He grazed his fingers across them and their hardness was activated, pulling the tender skin around the areola. I arched my back for more.

“Then what’re you waiting for. This isn’t the time for foreplay,” I said, reaching the back of his neck.

“Wait, I want to taste you first,” Gordon said, going down my body and kissing all along the way.

He trailed his lips all the way down until he got to my tender hot core.

His tongue flicked over my pussy and a shiver rocked my spine. Gordon took his time eating me out, making me suffer and begging to cum.

“Ahh! Ah, Gordon, right there,” I begged, my breathing ragged and deep. I squirmed around his bed, grabbing at random parts of his sheets and wrapping my legs around his neck.

“You’re so sweet down here. Your taste can’t be matched,” he muffled against my pussy, sending me over the top.

“Damn it, Gordon, fuck me,” I demanded. His eyes flickered up to mine and he met my demands. “Fuck, I’m gonna—ahh!” The hardness of his cock pierced my pussy’s hot dripping flesh, tunneling its way down until it couldn’t go any further.

Gordon hissed as I gave him that wonderful pussy grip of death as he thrusted hard into me.

“Give me your baby, I want to have your baby,” I moaned as he fucked me hard and fast. My tits bounced up and down to the rhythm and I pinched my nipples to add to the pleasure. Gordon noticed and helped me out with the other breast, pinching the other nipple as he drilled me.

“Good, I want my seed to grow inside of you,” he grunted.

Soon he filled me up with his juices and left me limp as a noodle, soaked in sweat on his bed.

He fell down next to me and chuckled dryly. “You’re going to be pregnant.”

“I bet so. Maybe even with triplets,” I breathed out, catching my breath.

***

 

The morning came, and I snuck off into the shower before Gordon got up. I kept thinking about where to host the wedding. Today we had to make things official, meaning I owed it to Stacy and Willow to let them know.

“Lindsey?” Gordon came into the bathroom naked and looking for me.

“Hey, I’m in this huge ass shower of yours.”

“Ah, let me join you.” Gordon yawned and slapped his feet as he walked over to me in his huge shower room. That was what I called it. A huge shower room. This thing had enough room to hold about ten people.

“Sure, jump in, husband.” I slid the black glass door to the side to let him in.

“Not gonna call me ‘rich guy’, anymore?” he asked, soaping up a loofah.

“I think hubs is much better.”

 

Epilogue

Lindsey

 

This was it.

I couldn’t fucking believe it.

I was a housewife now. An ex-stripper.

I stood at the entrance of Bar Seven, in my wedding dress, looking at my husband, surrounded by new and old friends. The whole place was done up in flowers and still had that bar vibe going for it. All the workers were invited, including my other fellow strippers that worked alongside me. Even Eliza came to see the wedding. Me and Gordon were going to go down as one of her most successful relationship stories.

Remember that traditional wedding music? Yeah, no. Not at this wedding.

I nodded my head and the music began. I danced down the aisle in my dress that was a cute asymmetrical cut. Long as hell in the back, but raised in the front. Even my fishnet stockings were showing.

“Wow, all the weddings, huh?” Stacy said to me as I approached.

“I know, right?”

Willow was our officiant, and she stood proudly on stage with her bible.

Willow cleared her throat.

“Gordon, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

Gordon smiled, “Yes.”

“And Lindsey, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“Hell yeah.”

Willow turned to Gordon. “Well, hurry up, you may kiss the bride!”

We kissed, and everyone cheered.

 

That was when I learned, love doesn’t need permission to come into your life. It will walk up into your shit whether you invite it in or not. In the end, you are going to thank your lucky stars that it did.

 

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