by Izzy Slam
I rub his erection, and he shifts in the seat, slowly shaking his head. “You’re driving your daddy crazy, sweetheart. But I love every fucking minute of it, almost as much as I love you.”
When he reaches over and brushes the side of my face, I give him a quick peck on the inside of his hand. “I love you, too, daddy.”
Ranger has yet to let me jerk him off or give him a blowjob. He says it’s because he’s waiting until we are husband and wife, but we haven’t even set a date yet. And I’m starting to get antsy about touching him, taking him in my mouth, and spreading my legs for him.
I need to feel him take me so much it hurts, all the way to my core. And no matter how many times he buries his face between my legs and I cum multiple times as he laps at my tender, sensitive pearl, I just know it won’t be the same as him forcing his long, thick manhood into the deepest part of my womb.
I’m not upset or anything. I actually like the fact that he’s making me wait. I just wish I knew how much longer I have to wait. I think the suspense is killing me.
“It won’t be long before I own you,” he says, as if reading my mind.
“You already own me, daddy.”
“Mm, I like the sound of that.” He slides his hand up my leg and squeezes my thigh underneath my dress. “But you know daddy wants to have his little angel splayed out before him on our wedding bed. I’m getting anxious to take my virgin bride.”
“Let’s not wait another minute, then, daddy. Let’s get married right now.”
His throat rumbles as he discovers the dampness between my legs, sneaking a finger under the elastic and softly teasing my clit. I part my thighs and hike my dress up higher.
“I have plans, baby. Trust me.”
At that moment, he pulls into the driveway of his uncle’s home, moving the finger that was just in my panties to his lips. “Fuck. The way you taste makes me want to cum in my pants again. I ought to punish you for being so sexy.”
I can’t help but giggle at him, but as he turns the engine off, I get the impression he really is frustrated. Well, he’s the one who’s really suffering from blue balls since he won’t let me suck him off or even rub my pussy over his cock like I did in the camper a few days ago.
He shuts off the engine and looks at me, tucking some loose hair behind my ear. “One of the reasons I haven’t cum with you in a few days is because I’m saving up. Because when I do finally fuck you the way I want to fuck you, I plan on putting a baby in that belly.”
He rubs my stomach, and all this warmth spreads through me at the thought of having a baby with this man. “Nothing, and I mean nothing, would make me happier than to mother your children, daddy.”
I lean over and throw my arms around his neck, feeling loved and needed and cherished for the first time in my life. His deep laughter fills my ears, making me soar with happiness.
“I just hope your mom likes me,” I say, pulling on the door handle.
Ranger stops me, placing his hand on my arm. “My mom is a loving person. And there’s nothing about you not to love. So take it from me, baby. She’ll adore you just as much as I do.”
God, I love this man.
His Uncle Tim opens the front door for us, greeting us both with a hug. “So nice to meet you, Daisy. I’m glad you could make it.”
“It’s nice to meet you, too. Thank you for inviting me.”
“Well, my nephew here kept you hidden long enough. Let me go see if your mother is ready.”
Tim walks away, and I give Ranger a strange look. After flashing a guilty smile, he rubs his chin and pulls me into the living room. “So…I might have told my mom a few weeks ago that I met someone. Only because I didn’t think she’d be around much longer. I … know it wasn’t right, but I couldn’t stand the thought of her passing away and worrying about me and my future. Feel free to hate me now.”
“Daddy,” I say, keeping my voice low. “If you think something like that would cause me hate to you, then you don’t know me at all.” I touch his face, and his eyes soften as he looks at me with so much love. “It just shows how big your heart really is.”
I fight back the tears because I can see how hard this is for him, knowing his mom is sick and won’t be here much longer. I wish I could take all his pain away.
He brings me into an embrace with so much passion, I feel as though I could melt. “Fuck, I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“My goodness. This makes my mama heart so happy.”
From what Ranger had told me about the last visit with his mom a few months ago, I expected to meet a frail, sickly, skeleton of a woman. But the lady who stands before us looks so full of life, radiant almost.
Her hair is pixie short, but her face is bright, her cheeks red, and her eyes sparkling a bright blue, just like Ranger’s.
“Mom,” he says, taking a few steps her way. “You look … amazing.”
“Thank you. I feel amazing.” She wraps her arms around his waist, smiling as big as she can while looking at me and waving her fingers.
I smile and wave back, glad to see a happy family unit for a change.
“And you must be Daisy?”
“Yes, ma’am. It’s wonderful to meet you, Ms. Mosley.”
“You too, sweetie.” Her arms wrap around me, filling me with warmth as I hug her back. Strange that I already feel more welcome here than I ever did in the home I grew up in.
“Mom, you look great. I can’t believe it.”
Ms. Mosley cups her son’s face. “I have the best news, honey. I was going to tell you sooner, but I wanted to share the good news in person.”
“Is it what I think?”
His mother nods. “It’s official. I’m in remission.”
“I knew it!”
Ranger bursts into laughter and picks her up before spinning her in a circle, her legs flying out behind her. They’re both laughing, and I can’t help but join in.
This is the man I know and love, the one bursting with life and happiness.
And I share that same joy with the both of them.
Ranger
“If she doesn’t like it, don’t let it hurt your feelings. Just remember, son, some girls like to have a say in the ring they wear for the rest of their lives.”
“I’m pretty sure she’ll like it, mom.”
I turn over the five-carat beauty that once belonged to my grandmother. Three emerald-cut diamonds rest side-by-side in a platinum band, the stones sparkling in a way that would catch any woman’s eye.
“I’ve had it appraised, cleaned, and polished, but you’ll need to get it insured.” She pauses as she watches me studying the ring, imagining my Daisy wearing it by this time next week. “Granny would be so proud of you.”
I lean down and kiss my mom on the cheek before sliding the ring back into the velvet sleeve right as Daisy comes back into the room.
“Can I help you get lunch prepared, Ms. Mosley?”
“The only thing left to do is get everything on the table, and Tim is taking care of that. Why don’t you two go for a walk in the garden? I think there are a few things left that the early frost hasn’t killed.”
“Damn good idea, mom.” I take Daisy by the hand and lead her out back. My uncle lives in a modest home, but he goes all out with flowers, vines, and evergreens on his property.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to take my girl to the bedroom, but I won’t disrespect my mother like that. I’m still reeling from the fact that she’s in remission. And happy as shit she’ll be alive to see me get married, have kids, and maybe become a granddad myself.
Fuck. I don’t want to think that far ahead, though. Right now, this very moment, is all I need.
“Geez, it’s gorgeous out here,” Daisy says as we walk through the row of blooming roses.
“Uncle Tim invests a lot in landscaping. It’s kind of his thing.”
“I’d say so.” Daisy leans forward to smell one of the pink blooms, and I take the opportunity
to slide the ring pouch from my pocket as we approach the wrought iron bench. I plant my ass in it, pulling Daisy in my lap so quickly she starts giggling.
“Are you trying to get fresh with me, mister?” she asks, clasping her hands behind my head.
“Always, baby.” I let one hand wander up the smooth length of her thigh while watching her flesh pimple.
“Mmm, I don’t know if this is the most private place to get frisky.”
“Oh, I’m not going to get frisky. Not right this second, anyway.”
“Damn,” she says, rolling her eyes playfully.
I chuckle and pull her left arm down, running my finger over hers. “You know I want you, right?”
Her face turns serious. “Yes, daddy. I want you too.”
My chest swells as I fidget with the bag, opening it with my right hand and fishing out the heavy band with my pointer. “All my life, I’ve waited for a girl like you. I don’t think I believed in much of anything when you walked up to my shop in the middle of the night, much less love at first sight. But damn if you didn’t make me trip over my own heart.”
Tears swell in Daisy’s eyes as I present the ring and slide it over her finger. “Oh my god. Daddy…” she huffs.
“Marry me. This fucking week. Before I lose my sanity.”
With rosy cheeks and sparkling, teary eyes, Daisy holds her hand up in the air, inspecting the ring. “It’s gorgeous. No. Gorgeous isn’t even a strong enough word for how pretty it is.” Her eyes dart to mine. “I don’t know what to say. Except … yes!”
She’s hugging me with force, giggling and crying at the same time. I stand up with her still in my lap, and her legs go around my waist. Fuck. My dick is instantly hard as steel, and I know that it’s going to take real will power to not fuck her before she’s my bride.
But I’m bound and determined to keep my baby pure until after she says “I do.”
“I’m … I’m so happy, daddy!” she squeals. “This is the happiest day of my life.”
I hold her body close to mine, feeling joy I’ve never experienced before. “Me, too, sweetheart. Me too.”
Daisy
If you had told me a month ago I’d be married to a mechanic, I’d have laughed in your face. But here I am, joined for life to the only man I love and the only man I need.
I called my parents a few days ago to let them know about my big plans, but they didn’t bother showing up for the wedding. Which I will admit hurt, and it hurt a lot. But I’ve also learned very quickly that blood isn’t always thicker than water.
Ranger’s mom was a seamstress before she got sick, so she took all my measurements while we were visiting her last weekend, and she made my wedding dress herself, and all in three days’ time.
I was floored when I saw the final result: a floor-length chiffon and satin gown with a scoop-neck and lace sleeves. It nearly stole the breath from my lungs when I saw it on the hanger, and when I put it on and saw the way it clung to my hips, I knew the reaction it would have on Ranger. Sure enough, when I walked down the aisle of the small church just an hour ago, I had the privilege of watching his eyes roam over every inch of me.
I even heard him growl when the preacher said, “you may now kiss your bride.”
I never imagined I’d get a fairytale wedding. And while a southern girl from the country marrying a small-town mechanic isn’t anything out of a fairytale story, it’s still my story.
And I’m damn proud of it. Of us.
The real icing on the cake is Ranger’s wedding gift to me: the camper got a complete makeover, and we’re using it for our honeymoon. We leave first thing in the morning, and I can’t wait to revisit the couch where my husband first laid his hands on me.
I feel Ranger approach me from behind as I stare at the bed that awaits us, a dozen roses on each night stand. His breath hits my neck, making heat flow through my veins. “As beautiful as you look in that dress, it needs to be anywhere else but on your gorgeous body.”
His hands roam up my hips, and I turn to face him. He’s wearing nothing more than his tuxedo pants and bow tie, his ripped abs and sculpted pecs staring me in the face. Damn I’m lucky.
“Daddy. All you have to do is take my dress off.”
“Oh, I’m going to, little girl. Daddy is ready to have you and hold you, claim you and fuck you.”
I run my hands up his chest and pull down the tie, tossing it on the bed. “And don’t forget, plant that seed.”
His voice rumbles through the air as he leans in to kiss me, and I shiver as his hands roam to my back, finding the zipper and tugging it down.
He slowly peels the dress down my arms, and when it falls to the floor, he picks it up and lays it across the hotel room’s chair. As I wait for him in my white lace bra and matching G-string, I feel my heart hammer in my chest.
“You make me crazy, you know that?”
“I have some idea,” I say, nodding between his legs. I can already see that he’s getting hard, and I have to admit I have my own flames burning.
Ranger steps out of his slacks and his cock bounces free.
“Ah, commando. Nice.”
“I wanted as little as possible between us when we said our vows.” After unclasping my strapless bra and tossing it next to his bow tie, he lifts me off the floor and lays me on the soft covers.
“That makes sense,” I answer, breathlessly.
As he lies on top of me, I can’t help but feel as though I’m falling more deeply in love. Everything in me burns for this man. I don’t even know how I survived life before I met him.
“And now, the only thing between us is the love we share. Daddy has you for life now.”
I feel like I’ve entered some dreamy state as he covers my body in kisses, starting at my neck and working his way over my breasts, down my tummy, and all the way to my toes.
I writhe on the bed as he kisses each toe, then works his way back up my legs.
“You see, I have to claim every inch of you for this to work.”
“It’s definitely working, daddy. Definitely,” I say.
Carnal desires build between us, the longing we feel consuming both of us. I was sure he would want to be the first to seek relief, but he’s the same man he was before we were married, making sure to bring me pleasure first.
“Show me how wet you are, baby.”
I part my legs and peel my lips apart, the need I have for him seeping to the sheets below. Growls work their way up his throat as he strokes his length, and I tease him by coating my finger in my juices and touching my clit.
“This is the part you want, isn’t it, daddy?”
“As an appetizer, yes,” he groans.
With his fists in the mattress, he crawls to me and burrows his face in my pussy, gripping the sides of my hips as he consumes me with his mouth and tongue.
The way he tastes me, brings me pleasure, it’s like he knows my body so well. I don’t know where I end and he begins.
He laps at my clit, probes my entrance with his tongue, then comes back out to tease me with rapid flicks. I moan and roll my head from side to side, struggling to hold back, to make it last. But daddy tugs my clit past his lips and I can’t stop. A freight train of intense pleasure crashes into me as I cum, fisting his hair tightly and bucking my hips like a wild pony.
“If I wasn’t in so much pain from blue balls, I’d lick you over and over until you came a hundred times,” Ranger says, pulling me by the legs until I’m lying at the edge of the bed.
I sit up and run my hands up his lower abs as he stands before me.
“You know I’ve been dying to suck you, daddy.”
His moans reverberate around the room. “Yes, baby. I know. I’ve been dying for the same, for my little girl to take me in her mouth and show me just how much she loves me.”
“And now that I’m your wife, you can fuck my mouth and take me however you want me.”
“Mmm, fuck yes. I love that my little girl has such a dirty mind for these t
hings.”
He cradles my chin as I stroke his length, familiarizing myself with the silken texture of his skin over the steely hardness, the spongy veins pulsing against my fingers, and the clear fluid seeping out and begging to be licked away.
And that’s just what I do, tasting the saltiness of his desire and pulling the head of his shaft past my lips. I feel sexy as I give him head, and the deep rumble that escapes his mouth makes me feel like he might be thinking “good girl.”
Ranger guides me up and down his hardness, breathing heavy and groaning his pleasure above me. I probe the slit along the tip, and I bob my head faster as I feel him grow harder.
“Fuck, angel.” He tightens his fingers in my hair and pulls me back. “I could so easily cum in your mouth, but you know I want to put a baby in that belly.”
“Do it, daddy. Knock me up.”
I lie back and open my legs for him, and within seconds he’s on top of me, guiding the head of his cock to my entrance.
I throw my legs around his waist as he watches me, his hand roaming down my side, over my hip, and cupping my ass.
“I don’t know how I managed to find the perfect girl, but I will count my lucky stars every fucking day.”
“You’re my lucky star, daddy. I love you so much.”
“Oh god, baby. I love you more than anything in this world.”
I can feel the moisture seeping down my crack as he pushes deeper inside of me, spearing me with his girth. My eyes flutter closed, and I take a deep breath as my nails press into the skin on his back, awaiting his claim.
When I feel his lips on mine, I relax as his tongue strokes mine, his mouth claiming me the way the rest of his body is.
And when he fully pushes all the way in, the pain is like a hot needle, melting down my thighs and all the way to my toes as he moves in and out of me.
I’ve never known pleasure like this, to feel so loved, so desired. It’s like he and I are one as our bodies move in synchronicity, our hands frantically holding onto to one another, moving over each other, desperate to feel the other.