by Regina Wade
I kiss her as I finish, feeling my cock and heart swell together. This girl is completely perfect in every way. I was right to wait for her, for this moment.
“I love you, Cass. Forever.” I whisper into her.
I feel her squeeze me with her arms, legs, and pussy.
“Forever, Cole.”
Chapter 9
Cassidy
And now he’s wrapped around her finger. She’s the center of his whole world. And his heart belongs to that sweet little, beautiful, wonderful, perfect, all-American girl. — Carrie Underwood, ‘All-American Girl’
I wake up to the sounds of birds and the warm sun hitting me directly in my face. I burrow under the blanket away from the evil daylight, seeking the warmth of the man next to me.
Memories begin to trickle in from the night before. My body aches, sore in places that I didn’t know I could be sore in.
Yeah, that all definitely happened. You’ve got the internal bruising to prove it.
The last thing I remember is cuddling up against Cole after he took my virginity, waiting to catch our breath for another round.
My face flushes red.
I fell asleep.
Damn. The sexiest night of my life, and I slept through half of it. Ugh. How totally embarrassing.
Cole is still asleep beside me. I study his breathing for a moment. Everything about the man is big, even his lungs. His slow, deep breaths are powerful even when he’s asleep.
Just watching him breathe is a turn-on.
You’re just as hot for him now as you were when you were a teenager, Cassidy.
Probably more, actually.
I bite my lip, which hurts because I almost gnawed the poor thing off last night.
A wicked idea fills my head, and I burrow further under the blankets, seeking a particularly warm and hard spot lower on Cole’s anatomy.
I might have slept through round two last night, but I can start today off right.
My hands wrap around his shaft, one stacked on top of the other like I’m gripping a baseball bat. I might as well be, because just like a real bat, my small hands don’t quite fit all the way around it.
Jesus, how did this monster fit inside me?
I remember the hours of Cole patiently taking his time with his mouth and fingers on me, and I flush in arousal.
Oh, right. Because Cole is a real man who puts me first.
Well, time to see if what’s good for the goose is good for the gander.
I take my time, studying his cock up close for the first time. Last night was a bit of a blur between the wild emotions and the successive chain fo non-stop brain melting orgasms. Up close… god, he’s still huge, but more than that he just looks good.
His cock is pretty. Gorgeous? Can a cock be beautiful? Well, his is.
“Good morning, beautiful.” Cole murmurs, sleep clutching at his voice and giving it an even more delightful burr than more.
I look up to see him gazing down at me, a bemused expression on his face.
“Find something you like?” he asks playfully.
I nod up at him, a wicked grin spreading across my face.
“Yeah, I woke up hungry, but I found something for breakfast.” I say, trying to sound casual as I lean in and give the tip of his dick a lick.
Cole moans, and the sound does something to me. The deep bass vibration seems to work it’s way straight to my pussy and flip my switch, because I can feel my arousal begin to trickle down my thighs.
Something about Cole’s sounds of pleasure, knowing that I’m making my man feel good? It’s a huge turn-on.
I take my time with him, working my tongue up and down the sides of his shaft. I lap at him like a kitten with a saucer of milk, except I don’t have my cream just yet.
Cole’s groans grow more urgent as I take him into my mouth, working around his swollen head with my tongue. The way he’s writhing beneath me, utterly focused on my mouth on his cock? It’s the craziest high, such a strong aphrodisiac that I can’t help but clench my thighs together and shudder in pleasure myself.
“I’m going to come, Cass,” Cole bellows. I don’t stop for a second, eagerly pumping him with my hands while I suck on the head of his cock.
His warm seed fills my mouth and I have to swallow three times before his cock stops twitching.
Panting, I sit back on my heels, wiping the back of my mouth with my arm.
“Cass, are you certain you’ve never done that before?”
I shrug. “Only a thousand times in my mind.”
“Damn. You’re a natural, then.”
I kiss my way back up his body, lingering over the hard planes of muscle. Cole doesn’t shy away from kissing me right on the lips, which makes me happy.
“Is it always like that?” I ask, earning a raised eyebrow from Cole.
“What do you mean?” He rumbles.
“That, uh, much.” I blush. I’d hoped that having my virginity taken and becoming a woman would cure me of my bashfulness about talking about sex, but it seems like I still have a ways to go.
“Mmm. For me, yeah.” He kisses my cheek.
“I feel like I’m going to get pregnant really fast if that’s the case.” I smile at him. I’m half-joking, but he doesn’t laugh.
“Is that a problem if you do?” Cole asks. I can tell from his tone that he’s serious.
I shake my head. “Not for me. I’ve always wanted kids, but I didn’t want you to feel like I was trying to lock you down with a quick pregnancy. I know a lot of girls who do that sort of thing.”
Cole kisses the top of my head sweetly. One of his big hands presses against my stomach. Just him touching me like that makes the what between my legs flare up again.
“The sooner you’re pregnant with my child, the better as far as I’m concerned. I want everyone to know exactly who you belong to.” Cole growls.
“In that case, uh, we could do it again? The sex, I mean.” I fumble for the words to convey my feelings, but Cole seems to understand.
“That is, if you can again.” I say with a teasing grin.
“Reach down there and find out yourself, Cassidy.” Cole’s voice has that stern, paternalistic tone that never ceases to drive me wild.
I do as I’m told, like a good girl.
Chapter 10
Cole
A red Solo cup is cheap and disposable. And in fourteen years they are decomposable. And unlike my home they are not fore-closeable. — Toby Keith, ‘Red Solo Cup’
Cassidy is everything I knew she would be. Smart, sexy, and utterly insatiable.
She actually manages, somewhere around mid-afternoon, to wear me out completely. I didn’t even think it was possible for me to be utterly sated, but watching her climb on top of me and ride me like a bull makes me finally unable to summon the stamina to make love again.
Which is fine, because just having Cassie in my arms is enough for me.
Laying among the tangle of my sheets, her head on my chest, everything is right in the world.
Everything except one thing.
“What are you going to tell my Dad?” Cassie asks without looking up.
I run my fingers through her hair, enjoying the silky soft texture.
“I’ll tell him the truth, Cass. We haven’t done anything wrong,” I answer.
I can’t see her, but I can hear her eyes rolling in their sockets.
“Oh yeah, like that’ll matter. ‘Gee, Dave, I spent all weekend balls deep in your daughter but it’s ok because she’s not that much younger than me.’”
I smile despite myself.
“First, I don’t sound like that,” I respond.
“You totally do. You’re the slowest talker I know, Cole.”
“I’m deliberate,” I correct her with a frown.
She turns up to look at me, fire in her eyes.
“You’re being deliberately dense if you think my Dad is ever going to forgive us for this.”
I furrow my brow at her.
“You kn
ow I hate being called stupid, Cass. Everyone always assumes I’m dumb because I’m big and I take my time thinking things through.”
“Like you thought it through before you bent me over your bed?” She grins, sarcasm dripping off every word.
I grin back at her just as smugly. “Yes, in fact, because I didn’t bend you over the hood of my truck.”
She laughs, but doesn’t respond, just turns back around and continues tracing my skin with her fingertips.
I sigh after a few minutes.
“I know he’ll be pissed, Cassidy. I’m really not stupid. But this is how things are. It’s been a long time coming, even if he doesn't know it.”
“You mean I spent a long time coming on your dick, Cole.” Cassie giggles from my stomach.
Both of us chuckle, but the laughter is short lived. The sound of the front door, squeaky hinge and all, slams through our relaxed humor.
“Shit, it’s —” Cassie starts.
“Dave. Early.” I finish, standing up and pulling on my pants.
“I was hoping to have this talk over dinner, ease him into it.” Cassie grumbles, hopping up and down as she tugs her jeans up.
“Damn skinny jeans are so not made for a quick getaway,” she mutters.
“You’re not getting away, Cassie. Not from me, not ever. No running, okay?”
She nods and smiles up at me. I lean down, giving her a quick peck on the lips.
“You finish getting dressed.” I give her shoulder a squeeze as I step out of my door, tossing on my shirt and walking down the stairs, taking them two at a time.
Dave is busy unloading bags of groceries in the kitchen.
“Oh hey bud, I thought you’d be out. Is that Cassie’s truck outside?”
“Hey, man.” I nod. She’s upstairs.”
“Upstairs?” He frowns.
“You didn’t have to let her borrow your bedroom. I know you’re chivalrous like that, but she could have used mine if she didn’t want to stay in her old room anymore. Where is she anyway? I can’t believe she’s here for the Fourth.”
I shake my head. “I didn’t give her my room, man. I—”
“She took it without asking?” Dave’s frown deepens and he stops unpacking beer. “That’s pretty rude.”
I can't help but chuckle. “No, not exactly. Dave, while you weren’t here, something happened.”
“Oh my god. Is she alright?” Dave closes the fridge and turns to face me, his expression serious.
I hold both my hands out placatingly. “Yeah, she’s fine now. There was an altercation though. Some kid was putting his hands on her, so I put my hands on him.”
“Serves him right.” Dave says heatedly. “No one lays a finger on my little girl.”
“Well, Dave, the thing is, I didn't know it was Cassie at the time.”
Dave steps up, clapping my shoulder with one hand.
“You’re a good man, Cole.”
I shake my head. “Let me finish. Like I said, I didn’t recognize her. She’s changed a lot, you know.”
Dave smiles. “Yeah, she’s becoming a real woman. I’m going to have to beat the guys away with a stick.”
“Oh god, I can’t take it anymore.” Cassie’s voice comes from the hallway behind us. She walks in, saunters over, and grabs my face to pull me down for a kiss.
“Cassie, what the hell are you doing?!” Dave asks, shocked and confused.
“Cole saved me from some jerks, Dad, and it gave me a chance to do something I’ve always wanted to do and lay one on him. I’ve always had a crush on Cole, and well, it turns out there really was something there.”
I watcha s Dave drinks it in. I eye him warily.
“So, what. You two are an item now? This is a sick joke, guys.” Dave looks a little pale at the thought.
“It’s not a joke, Dave.”
“Come on, Cole. She’s my daughter. The age difference —”
“Dave, the heart wants what it wants. I won’t let anything stand in the way of us being together. Cassie and I have something special. Nothing, not our ages, not you, not even the heavens themselves can keep us apart. I’ll always fight for her.”
I put steel into my voice, letting everyone present know exactly where I stand.
“Yeah, what Cole said Dad.” Cassie echoes me. She’s standing beside me, her arm wrapped around my waist.
“Alright, that’s it. I want you out of my house, Cole. We’re finished, you hear me?!” Dave roars, his temper getting the better of him.
“Dad, stop,” Cassie starets, but he turns on you.
“Shut your mouth, Cassidy. You’re in enough trouble —” He starts, pointing at her, but I step up, shoving my chest into his finger.
“No, you need to shut your mouth Dave. You’re my best friend, but I won’t let anyone talk to Cassie that way. Not even you.” I rumble, glaring down at him.
Dave shakes his head. “This is insane. Get the fuck out of here, Cole.”
I cross my arms. “Not going to happen, Dave. This place is half mine, and I’m of a mind to buy out your half too if you keep this up.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. You don’t have that kind of cash. You’re just a jumped up handyman.” Dave snarls.
“Flipping houses is pretty profitable, Dave. I wouldn’t count on it.” I smile at him.
“Fine, I’ll do this the hard way.” Dave snarls, balling up his fists and squaring up across from me.
“You don't want to do this, Dave.” I sigh.
“That’s my line, Cole.” Dave launches himself forward.
“Cole, watch out!” Cassie gasps, but I flash her a smirk as I catch her Dad’s fist in my hand.
Then I squeeze.
He tries to squirm away, but my grip is way too strong. Years of hauling lumber, swinging hammers, and using power tools have given me more than enough grip strength to begin crushing his fist in my hand.
Dave buckles, sinking to his knees as I keep squeezing.
“Apologize to your daughter, Dave.”
“Fuck...you…” Dave gasps.
“Cole, it’s alright. Let him go. I don’t want him hurt.”
I reluctantly let Dave go, glancing over at Cassie.
Tears are streaming down her face as she steps up in front of her father.
“Dad, I love you. I’ll always be your daughter. But I’m Cole’s woman now. Please. I mean it. We’re going to get married. Start a family. Don’t you want to be around to help raise your grandkids?”
Dave’s eyes search Cassie’s face. I watch him, ready to intervene again if things get nasty, but he looks broken.
“You’re right, Cass. God, I’m sorry. It’s just…” he trails off.
“I know, Dad. I know. It’s not easy, but sometimes that’s just how life is.”
Dave nods. “I think I’m going to head out to the lake. Take some time to clear my head. I, uh… if it’s alright, can we talk about this later?”
Cassie nods. “Of course, Dad. I love you.” She reaches down and kisses his cheek.
“I love you too, pumpkin.” He smiles at her.
He stands up, cradling his hand. “You take care of her, Cole. I’ll find a way to kick your ass if you ever hurt her.”
I smile back at him. “It won’t ever be an issue, Dave. Hurting Cassidy is the last thing I’d ever want to do.”
I pull my woman next to me and give her a squeeze.
“We’re in this for life.”
Epilogue One - Cassidy
Six Months Later
“I can feel it, Cole. He isn’t coming.” I say with a sigh.
My fiancé gives my hand a squeeze.
“Don’t worry, Cassidy. I’ve known your father a long time. He might be a stick in the mud about some things, but he won’t miss this.”
“He hates me. He hates you because of me. I ruined your friendship.” I lean back, letting my head hang off the back of the chair.
Cole chuckles at my antics, pulling me into his lap.
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sp; “Listen here, Mrs. Watson —”
“I’m not Mrs. Watson yet. Not for another hour, Cole. Only I won’t ever be because I won’t have anyone to give me away and I’ll just be standing there at the aisle in my dress until I turn into dust and blow away…”
Cole gives me a small squeeze, cutting me off and making me giggle. I still love it when he manhandles me. I'm beginning to think I always will.
“Now, you listen here. Your dad has never let you down and he isn’t about to start today. Even if he does, though, I won’t. I’ll march down that aisle and grab you myself if I have to.”
“Just don’t grab me around the middle,” I say, caressing my very swollen stomach.
“Naturally.” Cole muses, placing his hand over mine.
“This is everything he didn’t want for me. Knocked up, marrying a guy he disapproves of…” I say with a teasing grin. Cole laughs at my melodrama.
“Your Dad liked me just fine before you came along.” Cole wags a finger at me.
“You’re a homewrecker, Mrs. Watson.”
“Cradle robber.” I stick my tongue out at him, causing him to give my rump an affectionate slap.
“I’d better get out of here and let you finish getting ready,” Cole says, stretching.
He’s already dressed, looking like a million dollars in his tux. The man looks good in absolutely anything.
Of course, he looks better with absolutely nothing on.
“You sure I can’t persuade you to stay?” I run my hand down over his crotch, feeling his cock stir at my touch.
“Didn’t you get enough of me this morning, woman?” Cole asks with a smile.
“Cole, I’m six months pregnant. I’m so horny that yesterday I was doing laundry and ended up sitting on the corner of the washer just because it was rocking extra hard. Nothing could ever be enough.” I say with a grin.
A sudden knock at the door makes us both groan — Cole in relief, me in frustration.
“Come in. Please, save me.” Cole says teasingly.
I stick my tongue out at him. He can act put upon all he likes, but I know that he actually loves that I can’t keep my hands off of him or his babymaker.