Haley is the most significant thing in my life. Nothing comes before or after her; it’s always only her. I’m so happy to finally be getting married and making what we have official. She may be quirky to some people and come across as bratty, but those are the things I love most about her. Her bratty behavior, her sassy mouth, and her adorable innocence.
How could I not love her? She’s beyond perfect.
I kiss her on the forehead one last time, hating to break our bubble of intimacy. “Don’t we have somewhere we need to be, precious girl?”
Chapter 4
Haley
“We have to get to my father’s. I want to make sure everything is in place before people start to show up for dinner,” I remind him, even though I know he already knows. We have plenty of time, but our playtime has put us a little behind. But after those two orgasms, I really don’t care. It’s odd because I’ve been so crazy about every detail of this wedding, wanting it to be just right.
I know the reason for my nonchalance at the moment. William made all the stress leave my body with his spanking. He always seems to know what I need even before I do. How I got so lucky to have someone like him, I’ll never know. And tomorrow he’ll tie himself to me forever.
“I should change my pants before we go.” He grips me by the hips in a firm hold, lifting me from his lap. His cock slides free, and I moan at the loss as my feet meet the floor. My dress falls back into place as I feel Daddy’s release coat the insides of my thighs. I know this will be our last time together before we’re married. I’m set to spend the night at my father’s tonight after dinner. I won’t get to see Daddy again until I walk down the aisle.
I know it’s some kind of tradition, but I’m worried I won’t sleep well. I haven’t slept without Daddy William since the day he claimed me as his on the night of my graduation. There was no stopping him. I was his, and it was something I’d wanted for years. He finally took me for his own, and we’ve never looked back.
When he told me he’d been waiting for me for years, not even looking at another woman, I melted into him and stayed there ever since. I wanted him for years but never thought I could have him. Our age difference wasn’t the only thing against us; he was my father’s best friend. At first it was rough, but over time my father saw how much William loved me and that he’d never touched me before I was eighteen. In fact, he’d been avoiding me like the plague up until the night he finally took me. I feel myself smile at the reminder of that night. I woke in his home and he made me his.
Daddy kisses the tip of my nose before he starts fixing the bow in my hair. I’m sure it’s a mess after our play.
“Go grab your overnight bag and meet me at the door to the garage.” I turn to do as Daddy says, but he catches me by the arm. “I want to see it.” I know what he wants without even having to ask. I lift my dress and widen my feet apart. Daddy always likes to watch his cum drip from my body.
He drops to his knees in front of me, still almost coming up to my breasts even on his knees. Seeing as he’s more than a foot taller than me to begin with, the height difference is comical. Leaning down, he places a little kiss on my mound while I run my fingers through his dark hair, which is speckled with grey at his temples. Then I trail my fingers down to the day-old whiskers starting to break through on his chin.
He takes his cellphone out of his slacks. “Spread them for me” Reaching down, I part the lips of my kitty for him, and he takes a picture, then steals a kiss on my clit. When he rises, I drop my dress back down, and he smooths it out for me. “When I’m missing my little tonight, I’ll pull out this picture as I stroke myself and think about my bride-to-be.” I feel myself blush a little and bite my lip. He growls and turns me around, smacking my butt as we exit his office.
“Go get your stuff while I change.” I scurry from the room, and Daddy tries to give me a few more playful smacks as I dart to the living room.
I make sure the overnight bag I packed this morning is by the door and ready to go. Flipping off the Christmas lights on the tree, it hits me that I won’t be spending Christmas Eve in bed with William. Sure, we’ll be together tonight, but I won’t wake up on Christmas morning in his arms. It’s a silly thing to be sad about in the grand scheme of things. I’ll see him later that day and marry him on Christmas Day, but for some reason it makes me ache a little.
“Little one.” I hear Daddy call for me from the other side of the house, probably wondering why I’m not at the garage door, waiting for him. Pulling my bag over my shoulder, I run through the house. When I round the corner, I know he sees my intent, and he braces himself as I throw myself into his arms. He lifts me easily, pulling me snug against him, his hands going to my bottom.
“No underwear, little one. I want to be able to steal all the touches I want tonight. You know what that means?”
“Legs spread when your hand touches my leg.” He doesn’t have to remind me of our rule. I know it all too well, and it’s one I love following. Unless Daddy is in a teasing mood and wants to see me wiggle around all night, of course.