Falling for My Boyfriend's Dad - Page 48

And I’d giggled again, squeezing him with my vaginal muscles because the loving between the big man and me is so good, so true and real, that I’m beyond happy, I’m ecstatic, glowing from within, radiating sunshine. And Mr. Martin wanted to bottle it up and keep it forever, thus our trip to Vegas.

“Mmm, baby,” he groaned again into my ear. “I love how your pretty pussy is so sloppy, wet and delicious.”

And I giggled into his shoulder because yeah, we were in the tub at midnight after exchanging rings at the Little White Chapel down the street, our own version of a wedding ceremony. Small, intimate, but totally legal, and totally right for us. After all, a huge white wedding was too crazy, too extravagant given our unorthodox beginnings. So we were making up for it now by loving that much harder, letting everything go in the privacy of our hotel suite. And the heat was cranked up so high, so hard between us, that my body sang, pussy swollen with lust, wanting him so bad, creaming hotly again and again just for him.

“Big boy, I’m always yours,” I panted, squealing a little as his dick tip hit deep inside, making me moan and writhe in his arms. “Ohhh!”

And Rob growled once more, kissing my neck, licking my soft curves before claiming my mouth.

“Mine,” he rumbled against my lips. “All mine, forever.”

I nodded breathily again, adjusting myself slightly, letting my cunt slide against his cock, spreading wide for him, welcoming him, always.

“Yes, yours forever,” I panted breathily.

But Mr. Martin wasn’t done yet.

“And honey,” he said, fucking in deep once more, making me squeal and squirm. “Every night for the rest of our lives from here on out, I want to be in you. No excuses, no nothing, every night, my dick is in this sweet body.”

And what could I do but nod? He was my lover, my husband, my everything, and I’d surrendered to him in the sweetest way possible, binding ourselves together, our bodies interlocked as our minds meshed, hearts beating in unison.

“Yes, Mr. Martin, yes,” I whispered, accepting, soft against his hardness.

And you know what? I’m looking forward to it. I’m looking forward to fifty years of loving with this handsome male, the alpha in my bed, my mind, my heart. Because he started off as my boyfriend’s dad, quickly morphing into my boyfriend, and then my husband. But you know what? It’s real, our loving is authentic, true, and good, in addition to being satisfyingly raunchy and hot. So Mr. Martin is my life, my love, my eternity … and will always be, forever more.

THE END

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