Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 52190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
I put an engagement ring on her the day after I came to Florida but we’ve been pussy footing around on getting married and I’m done waiting.
“If I die tomorrow—”
She gasps. “No…”
“I’m not going to die tomorrow, baby, but if I did, I’d want to die as your husband. So, just repeat afater me…”
I go through the vows I’ve said for other couples on many occasions over my time as Father Martin but this hits me in the feels in a way I hadn’t expected.
By the time I get to my own, “I do”, I’m choking out the words, “I now pronounce you husband and wife.”
Kitty flings herself at me for a killer kiss as Baby licks her paw, ready to sign as our witness.
I’ve got her by the waist as I walk her over the altar and set her feet on the grass. “Up on your tip toes baby. Daddy need to fuck his wife.”
“Oooo, Daddy.” She hisses as I flip her skirt up and tug her panties down to her knees, slapping her bubble butt and knocking her feet wide as I release my already hard dick and drive it home in one hard thrust.
“Fucking soaking for me. Seems getting married is on your turn on list.”
“Getting married to you is on my turn on list.”
“Damn right to me. Anyone looks at you, I’ll send them to meet God.”
She doesn’t answer. I’m hitting her sweet spot already as she lays her cheek down on the stone altar letting me bang away at her hot little bratty cunt like a good Daddy should.
I fuck the brat out of her as often as she needs, but our sex is more than that. I make love to her slow and easy sometimes too. Eat at her sweet pussy fountain for hours while she reads some medical research report or just puts her head back on a pillow and let’s me have my fill.
I paint her fucking toe nails at least once a week and help her give Baby a bath risking life and limb because Kitty likes her kitty clean.
Me too. I just like to clean hers with my tongue.
I burst inside her hot little hole after she gushes and we’ve gotten smarter, keeping towels and a change of clothes in the car or a bag with us wherever we go.
Because, whenit’s fucking time, it’s fucking time and we culd be in the rest room at the damn grocery store when I get a wiff of that sweet pussy and need relief.
She’s there for it every time like the good girl I always knew she was.
Giovanni and I are in the first stages of our research facility which will have a home base here on the property, but we’ve partnered with PharmCo. on a new build that will take our research to the highest levels.
We named the building after her father and my mother. The Lisa Dean Research Center.
“So good.” Mutter as Baby tugs at her leash, laying on her back trying to pull the collar from her neck and go romping through the woods. “No way. You are not getting away. I’m not going to console my wife when you disappear again and she’s crying non-stop for two days.”
I slip my dick from Kitty, fingering my cum back up inside her as I do every time we fuck.
“Don’t be mean to the pussy.” Kitty smirks and I give her cheek a soft slap.
“Then, get your pussy under control.” I zip up, then smooth her skirt back in place as a clap of thunder sends the birds chirping and skittering into the sky.
“Storm’s coming.” She says, reaching for Baby and tucking her under her arm.
“I’m your storm shelter little dove. Never forget it, I’m your safe place. No one will hurt you. Not even Mother Nature.”
She smiles as we jog back to the car and there’s a moment of darkness as the clouds block out the sun.
I told her I would never lie to her, but there are things she doesn’t know.
I hop in the car and start it up. “Buckle up, baby.” I remind her like I do every time we go somewhere then turn on the ignition just as the clouds open up and the rain covers the windshield.
I took a little trip the day after I landed in Orlando and we had our own room at the hotel while her mom and Hoover tried to deal with their own shit.
She said the guy that grabbed her in the bathroom was missing two fingers on his left hand and he had a bat tattoo on his neck with the name, Cruizer underneath.
It took some digging, but since she had given me the info on the club where she was that night, ti didn’t’ take long to find him.
I’m not sure if taking a life is the ultimate sin, but no one touches my girl and gets away with it. Not like that.