by Jamie Knight
I was mad at him for holding out on me all this time, but forgave him quickly enough when I started to cum, bracing my hand against the wall behind me for support as my entire body shook. And then I realized that perhaps he was just getting better with time and practice, something I never thought possible, since he had always felt so good as it was.
He held me and kissed me as I recovered. I kissed him back when I regained my strength, my hands moving down to his hard cock.
Fumbling a bit, I undid his pants, taking out his cock. I had nearly forgotten how big it was. And how beautiful.
I took his cock in both hands and started to stroke, using all the techniques I'd learned in the course that I thought would work. Cock massage was not actually a part of the official curriculum, but when I first started out, I imagined doing it to Logan one day. Andfrom what I had heard in whispered conversations, other girls in the course had tried the same thing.
I got him right to the edge of orgasm and then stopped. When he was nearly settled, I took his still-hard cock as far into my mouth as I could, getting about half-way down the shaft, and sucked him as hard as I could until he flooded my mouth with his sweet cum.
I didn't realize until that moment how much I missed it. I held it in my mouth, savouring the flavor like a wine-taster, before swallowing it all down.
Lying back down on the bed, I opened my legs, rubbing the head of his cock against my pussy. Putting his legs up over his elbow like he did when we first fucked, he gently rubbed my pelvis as he slid half his length into my pussy. Half was more than enough.
Giving me a moment to adjust, he started to fuck me, the pleasure crashing over me in an awesome wave. Apparently my pussy had missed Logan too, at least going by how the lips grabbed onto his cock as he fucked me to a transcendent orgasm, almost every nerve in my body going off at once. I wondered distantly if he had ever studied acupressure.
Logan slipped his cock from my pussy, unloading his cum into my waiting mouth, massaging my pussy to keep contact as I sucked him clean. I was still feeling great. Cumming during pregnancy was even better than before.
“Did you bring the butt plug?” I asked, after swallowing down my third delicious load of his cum.
“Yes,” he said simply, going over to the dresser and taking the butt plug and lube out of a drawer.
“You knew?”
“No, I've learned my lesson about assuming anything. I did hope though,” he said, popping the cap with his thumb and covering the butt plug with the lube.
I turned onto my side without him asking, spreading my ass to make it easier for him. Placing a hand on my hip, he carefully slid the butt plug firmly into place, deep in my asshole. I bit my lip to keep from screaming unless I thought it really hurt. Instead, it felt fucking amazing!
As the butt plug did its job, Logan once again used his tongue to bring me to a huge, body-shaking orgasm. When I was ready, he withdrew the butt plug, massaging the outside of my stretched little asshole. When I was ready, he slid the head of his cock into my asshole. I gasped and raised my hips just from that.
“You okay, honey?” he asked.
“Y-yes! Oh fuck, yes!”
He pushed half his cock in, actually making me scream that time. He had evidently learned to tell my screams of pleasure as well as my tears of joy because he then put a hand on my hip and started fucking me, stroking my pussy with his free hand.
I thought I might pass out from pleasure. I certainly felt light-headed. But before that could happen, Logan brought me to orgasm once again, physically holding me down to keep me from hurting myself as I jerked and screamed like I needed an exorcist. This was the most amazing orgasm of my life, and I was so happy to be sharing it with my fiancé.
Epilogue
Kora
We had to wait until early autumn for the ceremony. We would have done it earlier, but Brigette had been a bit overdue and we had wanted to wait until after she was born. A bit against tradition, I know, but neither Logan nor I were that keen on tradition anymore.
There were also practicalities to consider, such as the dress-fitting and the sailing honeymoon we had planned, it being a bit too far along in my pregnancy to go on an extended trip. Logan said the family's private doctor could have come along, just in case, but I decided not to risk it.
Not least because I wanted to actually be able to have sex on our honeymoon. Lots of rough, passionate, pounding, banging sex.
I smiled thinking about it as I walked up the aisle, likely looking as happy as I felt. Logan was up there of course, holding Brigitte. We had compromised on the middle name, Freyja likely bringing up numerous spelling errors and had settled on Brigitte Kristen Parker-Evans, this last double-barrelled upper crust surname being what both Logan and I were going to be after we married, deciding the hyphenation was the best way to go.
We flipped a coin to see which name would be first. I still think Logan may have cheated, though I have yet to figure out how.
Logan had been an awesome dad, going far beyond what I had ever expected. He had been helpful during both the remainder of the pregnancy and the birth and had been really hands-on with Brigitte, doing everything he could to make my life easier as I recovered.
He did big things like moving the nursery from my apartment to a room in his mansion, setting it up exactly the way I had it, even painting the walls the same shade of violet. As well as little things like going to get Brigitte for her late night feelings, bringing her to me so I wouldn't have to get out of bed.
I would just sit there, sleepy but comfortable, as she nursed.
Even though I had been medically forbidden to fuck for the first little while, I sucked him off several times a day, whenever we could get some time to ourselves. Not as energetically as I had before or would later feel like being when things got more back to normal, but he still really seemed to enjoy it.
Kristen was up there at our ceremony with us, too. It only made sense that she be my maid of honor. She was both my only close friend and the closest thing I had to a sister.
I also couldn't imagine anyone else I could possibly want to be there with me. Logan had chosen his dad as his best man. It was nice to see them patch things up. I didn't really know his dad yet, only having met him briefly while Kristen and I were in high school when he checked in on sleepovers and that, but he'd always seemed really nice. Which partly went to explain the change I had seen in Logan.
He was becoming more like his dad. It was striking how similar they looked, which gave me a sort of window into what I could expect from Logan in another twenty or so years. Though I doubt Logan would even grow a beard, trimmed or not.
While I guessed Mr. Parker had grown the thing out in an attempt to fit in at the lumber camp— he had told me the whole story while we were planning the wedding— it still looked distinguished, the small flecks of early gray helping with this impression.
I made my way up the steps of the alter, the final notes of "The Gravel Walks" fading as I arrived. I kissed Brigitte on her tiny forehead and turned toward the minister to recite my vows.
The exchanging of the rings was a bit awkward, Logan having his arms full, but we managed and I didn't really care if it was a bit difficult. It was hardly the most difficult thing I had ever done and I was just so happy to be there with the love of my life.
When the minister said to Logan, "you may kiss the bride," you bet he did, and I kissed him right back, deeply and passionately so. There were actual gasps in the sanctuary, the majority of our family members being far more traditional than we were.
I didn’t care, though. I was marrying the love of my life and I wanted the world to know it. I was a happy mother, a happy wife, and a happy best friend, all things I never thought I could be.
Logan
It had been a fine affair. The four people I loved most in the world were up there with me, now bound together by law if not blood.
It really did feel like a family. The rift between my living relatives and m
yself had finally mended and I was so happy that Kora and Brigitte were joining our little clan.
Kristen seemed almost as excited to be an aunt as dad was to be a grandpa. They both doted on little Brigitte, leaving no doubt who we would call when we needed a babysitter.
The ceremony had gone like clockwork, just as we had planned, the guests headed into the main hall for drinks before the reception. I made sure at least some the champagne we ordered was non-alcoholic, since some of my family members, including both Kora and me, had reasons not to drink, whether it was not knowing when to quit, nursing or trying their best to stay on the wagon.
For me, it was just that I wanted to experience tonight without the help of any Vodka Gears or any other inebriation fogging up my mind. I wanted to remember it forever.
Kora had been on her way to the reception hall when I grabbed her hand.
"Come on," I said.
"But, Brigitte -"
"Is with Kristen and my dad," I said, giving her ass a hard squeeze.
At least as hard as I could through her heavily layered wedding dress.
"Oh," she said, getting my meaning, "you can't wait either, huh?"
"Nope."
I scooped her up and carried her to the room I'd had made up, kissing her all the way to the surprisingly large bed. I didn't bother with the hooks and things on the back of her dress. I just lifted the skirt and sort of dove in, Kora not wearing panties on my request.
She had looked at me a bit strangely when I had asked her, but I was pretty sure she understood now that I was burying my face in her sweet pussy. I bet she was glad she had listened to her husband’s first request of our married life together.
I gently covered her mouth to keep her from screaming, the acoustics at the reception hall being close to those in the parlor at home. She did not object and just did her best to lay still as I licked her to orgasm, Kora screaming against my hand.
I slid a finger inside her and kissed her as she came, moving my hand down to the side of her neck. She continued to kiss me as she slowly sat up, undoing my belt as she did so.
She dove on my cock as soon as it was out, sucking and licking with an urgency I hadn't seen in her before. We hadn't had much sex since Brigitte was born and we were both pretty pent up.
It had been nearly two weeks since Kora had sucked me. We just couldn't find the time, what with all the last minute wedding planning and preparations, although she was certainly making up for it now.
I unloaded into her mouth, some of it going straight down her throat before she had time to swallow, but Kora didn't seem to mind. She just kept right on sucking as she swallowed, looking me in the eyes as she did so.
She slid my cock from her mouth, inch by inch, keeping her hand around the shaft. I took her by the shoulders and lay her down, putting her feet up on the edge of the bed.
"No anal, okay? I love it, I really love it, but we still have a reception to go to,” she said. “Lots of sitting."
"Okay," I said, already slipping two fingers inside her pussy to make sure she was ready.
She was definitely ready. Putting her legs up over my arms, I moved slowly forward as Kora guided my cock into her pussy, gasping slightly as it disappeared between her sweet folds.
Taking a moment to let her adjust, I put my hands on her thighs, partly for leverage and partly just for the contact, because I loved the feeling of her warm, soft skin. Then I started to fuck her, pumping my hard cock gently in her sensitive pussy, taking it easy on her until I knew she was ready for something harder.
She put her hands on my hips, pulling me towards her. Gradually, I picked up speed until I was pounding her, Kora screaming into a nearby pillow she had grabbed and put over her own face. I loved to watch my big cock go in and out of her little pussy.
I also loved how it felt. Just as much as I did our very first time.
I couldn’t believe I had married the love of my life, and that we had had such a beautiful baby girl. I couldn’t be any happier right now if I tried.
Kora’s body shuddered as she came, every muscle seeming to react at once. I took the pillow away from her face and I kissed her, my cock still deep in her pussy.
"I love you," I said, looking down at her.
"Love you too. Always."
"Could you be happier?" I asked, meaning it rhetorically.
But I also wanted to tell her what I had just been thinking.
"Nope."
“Me neither,” I said, meaning it from the bottom of my heart. “I have never been this happy and I know I always will be, now that I married the love of my life, and now that we have our beautiful little daughter.”
THE END
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Prologue
Bradley
I shouldn’t have been doing this. Shouldn’t have these thoughts about James’s daughter.
But, she was so damn hot. And she had been practically throwing herself at me. Those hips, those lips, those eyes… it was as if she was begging me to do what I wanted, which was to bend her over my lap and spank her ass for being such a bad girl, and then thrust my dick deep inside her mouth.
Her father James was the only good friend I had these days, and he had been ever since I so desperately needed one. After I was injured at war and discharged from duty, he’d taken me to his house and let me stay with him even though he had only been my commanding officer. We’d grown close, both due to the gratefulness I’d felt for him and the bond we’d shared as he’d helped me get back on my feet.
Fucking his daughter was no way to repay him for his kindness— even though it was clear she wanted me to take her for her very first time. Sure, she was an adult and seemed to know exactly what she wanted— which was very obviously me. And I wanted to take her— every which way I could.
From behind, while she was on all fours calling out my name and I was pulling her hair. From on top, while I was looking into those pretty eyes she liked to bat so innocently at me. From underneath her, so that she could spread those legs wide and let me all the way into her tiny, tight, wet little pussy.
I couldn’t do it. Could I? It could have all sorts of negative consequences. James would no doubt kick me out of his house. And what if I knocked her up? She had her whole life ahead of her, and mine had just been unexpectedly derailed.
I had to fucking control myself. But could I? Not with those curvy hips of hers walking in front of me, while she was dressed only in her bikini, begging me to come for a swim with her. Swim with her? I wanted to swim in her. And I always got what I wanted.
Chapter 1
Bradley
“Hope the chicken isn't too spicy for you,” said James, looking over at me while I absentmindedly scraped my food around on my plate. I was so lost in thought, I almost forgot where I was.
I was still trying to process everything. So much had happened. I knew that, all things considered, I was very lucky. Too bad that lucky felt so fucking shitty.
I shifted in my chair to try to relieve some of the pressure from my hip. I winced at a sharp pain shooting from my toes up my leg.
I had been an aircraft mechanic in the Air Force for about eighteen years. Some people have looked at that as “not shit” since I wasn't in direct combat much, but for me, it let me do what I loved while still serving our country.
; I was a self-taught mechanic, learning everything I knew as a young kid working on the cars of friends, family, neighbors, basically anyone within a ten-mile radius who would let me near their car. People would remark with amazement when their car was fixed using little or no parts, and drove better than it had before it needed work done on it. News traveled fast about the teenage boy who could fix cars and did it for next to nothing, sometimes even for free.
I vividly remember a lady walking up to my house, looking nervous and afraid.
“B-Br-Brad?” she asked quietly.
“'Yeah,” I said. “What can I do for you?”
Wringing her hands and glancing around nervously, she continued, but in a language I did not understand. It wasn’t Spanish or French or any of the languages I’d heard in school. Might’ve been Hungarian.
“I’m sorry, ma’am…” I remember extending out my hand slowly, with caution.
She was so scared. It was then I realized her body was wrapped in some unusual garment I’d never seen before. I couldn’t tell if it was one of those fashionista things or one of those National Geographic things. The sadness in her eyes touched my heart.
“C-Caaar? Car? Help?” she asked in an unsure voice.
“Sure, I'll help you. Let me give you a ride to wherever your car is.”
As I said it, I made a motion with one of my arms as if I was using a steering wheel to drive, while gesturing at her with my other arm to come with me. She understood what I was saying and lit up right away, smiling.
We drove the mile to where her car was and I saw what was wrong right away. Her car had overheated and needed coolant. I drove her over to the gas station and she bought some. I put it in her car, had her start the car, and after a few minutes, her engine sounded better and she was ready to go.