Under the Stars and Stripes (Under Him)

Hardy-har-har. And you thought dad jokes were bad? Reverend jokes need to be canceled immediately.

He isn’t wrong though. She does look absolutely fetching. She’s not showing just yet, which is good because we’re waiting until after the wedding adrenaline has normalized to tell anyone Brittany’s pregnant. But I can’t wait to meet the little boy or little girl. I didn't realize how badly I wanted to be a dad until I met Brittany.

Now she’s at the altar with me, and I lift the veil over her face and just gape at this piece of art I’ve been blessed to get to come home to every single day, and go to work with actually. I can feel the looks that we get sometimes when people realize we’re together, and it’s a lot to put on a 20-year-old. But… she’s so mature for her age.

Hell she’s mature for Tony’s age, who is at least 12 years behind his own class.

“And… I don’t know… I can’t believe I could have waited this long to only ever feel this way about one person in my whole life just to not end up with them. That seems irrational to me, and I’m glad that you have chosen to not let me go, as well.”

She’s crying now.

“If you’ll marry me, I promise to never let you forget that you changed the game for me, and all it took was a single spark that I didn’t even know could happen between two people.”

And then it’s her turn to read her vows. But the whole time she’s doing it, I’m crying even harder than she was. I know it seems a little fast to be getting married after a year, but once you get to know someone in quarantine— and if you survive it without killing one another— then it’s time to cash in your chips and call your gambling days to a close.

“If you choose to marry me today,” she says with a sniffle, “I will make you laugh every day, and I will hold you when you cry, and I will never leave your sign for as long as I am alive.”

She then whispers where no one out in the crowd can hear, “And I might be a good mom too, if you’re lucky.”

Then she winks at me, and the Good Gross Reverend is letting the audience know that if anyone has any objections, they have about 3 seconds to air them. And when no one does, I kiss my bride.

I kiss just like we kissed that night she grabbed me by the wrist in the guest room that she’d never even end up sleeping in. Although, fucking Sarah and Tony did end up breaking the bedframe when they fucked in their last 4th of July and they still haven’t replaced it.

But not even that matters anymore, because i’ve got her, and she’s got me.

And soon, we’ll be adding a #3 to our family.

Life is only just now beginning to get good.

Although, it does get better after the reception is over and I can take my wife to our beautiful hotel room on Catalina Island, and mount her against the bed and fuck her so hard that I might put a second baby inside of her.

She tries to take off the dress once, but I love how it hugs her body in all the right places and I love seeing myself in the mirror with only my cock poking out of my tux and before I slide it underneath her dress.

Then again, I do like seeing her naked, as well, and I eventually concede to her removing the dress only under the condition that she take my clothes off with her teeth, which much to my very impressed disbelief, she manages to do. It’s amazing how quickly a woman can go from being a prudent virgin to an insatiable nymphomaniac in just a year.

I have become so much more sexually enlightened with Brittany than I think I ever could have been with anyone else. Right now we’re in the 69 position and I’m taking in the wetness of her sex like it’s nectar that will nourish my body and help me take flight.

She’s going up and down on my cock so well that I almost don’t even notice that I’ve accidentally made her start to come from eating her out, and I have to jump from beneath her, pin her down to the ground and fuck her right through that orgasm.

“Daddy tells you when you’re allowed to come,” I tell her.

“I’m sorry, Daddy!”

I’m not sure I’m going to be into the daddy thing once I am an actual dad. But then again… maybe I will be doubly. As I fuck her the entire length of my cock into her body, she can’t keep herself composed.

This crazy pregnancy strength comes over her, and she tackles me to the ground, then she sits on my face and begs me to eat her out like this, to which I oblige. I suck on her clit while fingering her pussy hole, and then I pop her pussy lips with my teeth before circling her clit with my tongue.