I move forward, a rough claiming of hard into soft, her hands reaching down to pull her knees apart offering herself to me completely.
I’ve never felt anything so perfect.
“So tight for me.” I pull back, planting myself deeper and deeper until her hisses turn to moans and I look down to see the evidence of her virginity spun around my cock in pink stripes.
Her tits start to bounce from my effort, full on fucking her like a toy now and I fucking love everything about her.
Her pussy strains around my girth but the flush on her cheeks and the little curse words interspersed with moans tell me most of the pain is lost in the pleasure.
Her eyes gloss over and I yank her up, her tiny body pliant in my hands keeping her mounted on my dick as I settle on my knees, my hands on her hips, her knees bent.
“You Daddy’s fuck toy?” I grit out, holding her waist and raising and lowering her little body like my own personal Fleshlight on my cock.
“Yes.”
“Good girl.”
“More. Use me. Whatever you need Daddy. I’m yours.”
Her words set me free. I’m bucking upward and bringing her down. Flesh slapping, tits boucing, balls ready to heave into her ripe womb. I’m gong got breed her tonight. And tomorrow. And every fucking day after.
She’s innocent and experienced somehow, Her hands working down my back, her pussy walls milking me as I use her in ways a virgin shouldn’t be but when her body goes slack and she screams for her Daddy, all the missing pieces fall into place.
“You ready for your first creampie little starling?” I grit my teeth. “Your pussy is going to pump me dry, you got that?”
She nods but I’m not sure she’s understanding. Her eyes are closed, she’s clinging to me as her body quivers and I growl, my control snapping.
I raise her limp body up once more, twice, three times then I fall over her, pinning her back down on the bed, bucking hard and emptying myself deep.
Her clenching walls drag every drop of my seed. The hot cum coating her walls as my climax burns through me. I growl and pump, pump, pump until my soul is finally at rest knowing she’s calmed the demons forever.
I shift her battered body up onto the pillows and kiss her long and slow until she comes back to me with a shy smile.
How could she be so sweet, so innocent looking after giving me a fuck like that?
“Baby.” I brush her messy hair from her face.
“Yes. I’m here. I’m back.”
“Good, because I have one other little Valentine’s surprise for you.”
Her smile lights up her eyes. “I like surprises.”
“You like the ranch?”
She flutters her eyelids for a second. “Yes, it looks amazing.”
“Well, there’s one more thing. I know you said you hate weddings, and well, to be honest, I said I did too.”
She turns onto her side, snuggling into me. “And?”
“Well, I changed my mind. You changed my mind.” I slip my hand up and under the pillow, feeling for the box I stored there earlier.
“You’ve changed your mind about what?”
“Weddings.” I pull the black box out, flip it open and watch her eyes snap open, she bounced up and onto her knees.
“What is that?”
“You and I are going to have the wedding to end all weddings baby. You want it all black? Done. You want it on the top of Mount Rushmore, done. Just say you’ll marry me. Everything else, we will figure out.”
The smile on her face is all I need to see.
“I love you.” My voice cracks and she runs her hand down the tight scared flesh on my face.
“I love you too.”
We spend the next few hours trying every position we can come up with until she waves the white flag, passing out my cock inside her as the pilot comes over the intercom, letting me know, we are in the final approach.
It all started with a wedding and it’s going to end with a wedding. Only this time, both of us believe in happily ever after.
CHAPTER 9
Milly
Epilogue 1
One year later
“Mr. Andrew. I’ve got— Oh, hi, Milly.”
I smile at Elliot, knowing he isn’t really seeing either me or Reid, he’s seeing the digits in his head that will make or break some company or investment. I guess he’s something of an oddball, but Reid was right—he’s a good guy.
He doesn’t even blink at my current outfit. Pink leather boots, asymmetrical dress, my hair in pigtails.
After everything blew up with my company, Elliot was there to go through the books with a fine-tooth comb. He liaised with the IRS, got us some breathing room because there are people who owe him favors, and put us back on track. And thanks to that, we’re in the position for what’s happening right now as we prepare for our IPO.