But I swear, I was gonna reveal my true intentions at some point. It’s just that when we finally had our first conversation, I couldn’t remember a thing. Yeah, me the fancy business guy, was completely lost and witless, sitting across from this beautiful nymph.
And I never got the chance to bring it up. Sure, I skirted by the topic a couple times, but Maisie always got so agitated, that I’d just let it drop. There were better things to do, like kissing those sweet lips or licking her pussy, tasting the female nectar down below as she moaned in appreciation.
So yeah, our three months together have been a mix of pure joy and a lot of unanswered questions. She asks me who I am, but I always give some vague answer, saying some shit about being a traveling ranch hand, changing the topic as fast as possible.
Plus, Maisie’s just so fucking innocent. Outside of the farm she doesn’t know anything about the world, and doesn’t have a mean bone in her body. Who am I to crush that sweetness, to rip away her rosy view? Only a true asshole would do that to a teen girl.
So yeah, it’s a bad situation now. The truth has been on the tip of my tongue since our first night together, when she finally let me taste that sweet snatch. Holy fuck she’s got the best pussy in the world. I could fuck her every day for the rest of my life, and I fully intend to. Because we’re getting married. That tasty twat is gonna be mine permanently, and I can’t fucking wait.
Shit!
What the hell have I gotten myself into?
Each lie digs me further in the never-ending hole of dishonesty. There’s no doubt in my mind that Maisie will eventually know who I am, but timing is everything. She’s so young and pure. I refuse to destroy that. There’s something between us, and without sounding like a complete sap, she makes me happy as hell, my days on this earth infinitely better.
I just need to get through today and then I’ll tell her all my secrets. Hopefully she loves me enough to forgive me for my sins. My huge, giant, unforgiveable sins. I hope.
“Hey handsome,” I hear a soft voice from the doorway, and oh shit, my girl looks beautiful in a white dress. Her curves are soft and plump, the fabric skimming yet highlighting her generous female assets. I can’t wait to turn her around, pulling that dress up, and driving right in.
But first, the wedding ceremony.
“Baby, you look incredible,” comes my hoarse rasp. “Absolutely gorgeous.”
She blushes, looking down before looking back up at me shyly.
“Thanks. This was in my closet but I’ve never had a reason to wear it before,” she confides shyly, and I pull her towards me, like a magnet seeking a pole. It’s been too long since I tasted that sweet tongue.
“Wait!” She holds her finger between our faces. “I want to wait until they announce us man and wife. No more kisses until I’m Mrs. Morgan,” she flirts sweetly, and a rush of pride fills my heart. Oh shit, yes, that’s right. It sounds right for her to be Mrs. Morgan, one hundred percent on target.
“Baby, after this is all over, I’m pumping you full of kids,” I rasp again, eyes blazing at her hotly. “Dozens of kids honey, that figure is gonna get ripe and round.”
Maisie blushes shyly, gasping a little, although there’s no reason. Isn’t this what married folks do? Besides, we’ve never used protection, so I’d be surprised if she wasn’t pregnant already.
But then the girl lifts shining eyes to me.
“Yes Tyler,” she breathes. “I’d love to have your children, that’d make me so happy.”
And I almost collapse then because there’s nothing so right as this woman bearing my offspring. Oh shit, that curvy figure getting even curvier, her breasts leaking with milk? Oh fuck yeah.
So clasping hands, we make our way to the front of the courtroom, the officiant standing solemnly before us in gray robes.
“Tyler Morgan,” the clergyman announces. “Do you, Tyler Morgan, solemnly swear to take this woman as your wife?”
The words rush to my lips so fast it’s like a small eruption.
“Yes,” comes my harsh growl. “Yes, absolutely.”
The officiant clears his throat as Maisie smiles sweetly, those soft brown eyes meeting mine.
“And do you, Maisie Jones, solemnly swear to take this man as your husband?”
I watch as her lips form the word yes, and that’s all that matters. Because the rest of the ceremony disappears in a blur for me, the surroundings dissolving into a haze until it’s just me and Maisie standing there. It’s just my girl and me, the light of my life with the man who adores her.
But finally, the ceremony ends.
“I now pronounce you man and wife!” are the first words I hear clearly.