by Izzy Slam
“You think I could keep something that big a secret from you?” Not that I know what “that” is or how big it will be.
“Just be prepared to give me all the details,” she laughs.
I head to the kitchen to make coffee, fantasizing about Granger and what he has planned for me today. The possibilities are endless, but I’m trying to stay realistic, knowing he’ll probably want to take me to dinner. I can’t help but wonder what my dad will have to say. He will not be thrilled with a grown man—his best friend no less—taking away his baby girl. I’ve never seen him lose his temper, but this might be one of those occasions that sends him over the edge.
And the thought of Granger wanting me badly enough to risk a fight with his best friend makes my pussy quake with need.
“Good morning, sweetie.” Dad’s voice interrupts my thoughts.
I turn around to see him stretching as he holds a fist over a yawn.
“Good morning, dad. I made coffee.”
“Mm, good. That’s about the only thing I can handle right now.” He trudges across the floor and pours a cup, sliding the mug my way before pouring his own.
“Did you sleep alright?” I ask, wondering if something is bothering him or if he’s just hungover.
“I slept okay, I suppose. Listen, um…” he says, pausing and running his hands through his hair. “Granger Stevens would like to spend some time with you. He’s coming to pick you up in a few hours. Make sure you’re ready, okay?”
He says it just as casual as you please before walking off. And all I can do is stand there speechless. This is not the reaction I expected.
Why is my dad okay with me going out with his best friend? He should be livid.
I pull out my phone and immediately send Becca a text. And naturally, she’s just as confused as I am. But she also proceeds to tell me what I should do to get ready, going so far as to choose the dress.
I have no idea where he’s taking me, I reply.
Doesn’t matter! Short, tight dress, no undies!!
I roll my eyes and laugh before hopping in the shower and decide to take her advice. She does have more experience than I do. And by the time Granger gets here, I’m wearing a dark green sleeveless blouse with my satin black mini. The heat is already building between my legs, and I can feel the dampness coating my thighs. Going without undies is not something I’m comfortable with, so I slip on a pair of thongs, even though I know they’ll be soaked before the end of the night.
Dad tells me he has to run a few errands, and within twenty minutes, Granger is ringing the doorbell. My heart nearly beats right out of my chest as I pull the door open.
He’s dressed casually in dark navy blue jeans and a tight fitting maroon V-neck t-shirt. He tugs the sunglasses down his face so I can actually see his eyes sweep over me.
“Great god in heaven, Callie. You look gorgeous.”
I bite my lip and smile. He really does make me feel sexy. “Thanks. You want to come in?”
He shakes his head. “Our ride is waiting.”
I look over his shoulder and see the black limousine at the end of the sidewalk, trying my best not to look shocked. “Oh, wow. Okay. Let me just grab my purse.”
I slide my bag off the table in the foyer and pull the door closed. And the moment I start to walk down the steps, Granger takes me by the hand, forcing a smile on my face.
“I see your father told you I was coming,” he says once we we’re inside the limo.
I nod and look at all the plush accommodations right in front of me, including a bar, television screen, and small refrigerator that I’m sure is stocked with drinks and snacks.
“What else did he tell you?” Granger says, taking me by the hand.
The way he touches me makes me tremble with need.
“Just that you wanted to spend some time with me today.”
A smile starts to form on his lips and he lets his gaze fall to my chest. “Did he tell you anything else?”
“No. Was there something else to tell me?”
He studies me for a moment, then quickly types something into his phone. All this unknown is definitely getting my attention, but the mysterious way my father reacted makes me wonder if they’ve both concocted some sort of surprise for me.
Once the limo takes off, Granger pours us a club soda and keeps up the mystery by staying quiet until we reach our destination half an hour later. It’s the longest half hour of my life. I keep looking at Granger, and he’ll look back at me, his gaze so dark and intense it makes me shiver.
“Aren’t you going to give me some hint as to where we’re going?” I finally ask.
Granger nods to the long window in front of us, right as the driver spins the limo in a half circle. One of my favorite spots, Crystal Lake, comes into view through the glass, and the view is breathtaking.
“I love this place,” I tell him, unbuckling my seatbelt and reaching for the door handle.
But Granger stops me, then leans over and closes the glass partition between us and the driver. “Let’s just enjoy the view for a moment,” he says.
I watch as he undoes his seatbelt and slides across the seat, closing the gap between us. His hand is on the back of my head, and I’m licking my lips nervously, anxiously awaiting the inevitable kiss.
He torments me a few seconds, letting his gaze roam over my face. His eyes, his whole damn face, makes my insides quake with need. His dominance is filling me with all these unexpected sensations.
“You are the most beautiful girl in the world, Callie.”
I want to reach up and touch his face, but I’m still scared, or maybe hesitant is the word. And when he finally presses his lips to mine, my whole world seems to reel.
Heat fills every cell in my body as his tongue explores my mouth. Fingers tighten in my hair as his kiss becomes more urgent, and as his free hand wanders down the top of my leg, I moan uncontrollably.
“I want to taste you,” he growls, pushing up my skirt.
Panting, I nod, feeling the urgency spread to my pussy.
Granger grips me by the hips and slides me back on the seat. His eyes stay fixed on my face as he finishes pushing up my mini skirt.
God, I’ve never been so much as touched by a man, and now here is my father’s best friend—a man I’ve known since I was a little girl, who used to bring me lollipops and buy me stuffed animals at Christmas—getting ready to go down on me.
I should be mortified, or, at a minimum, turned off. But his dark hair dusted with grays, and those fine lines around his face only serve to turn me on even more.
“Oh fuck,” he grumbles. “Is this wet spot for me, baby?”
When his finger glides over the crotch of my thongs, barely grazing my clit that’s now swollen, I pull in a harsh breath, feeling my nipples pucker under my blouse. I’m not surprised that I’m wet.
“Yes,” I whisper, sinking my teeth into my lower lip as he peels the thongs aside.
His eyes flicker, hunger blazing in them as he takes in my dripping pussy.
“I’m the first man to see this, aren’t I?”
I nod, wanting him desperately to end this torture.
He smiles at me as he dips the tip of his finger inside my opening. “Good. Because I’m going to be the last.”
I gasp as he comes out and swirls his finger over my clit. And he just looks up at me, smirking.
“The last? What—what do you mean?”
As he plants a soft kiss on my aching labia, I let out a small groan, spreading my legs wider for him.
“You’re going to become my wife. Today.”
He leans down and lightly flicks his tongue over my pearl, making me launch my hips upward and cry out in pleasure. One hand reaches up and unbuttons my shirt with incredible precision, then pushes up my bra, forcing my breasts to spill out.
I’m still reeling over what he just said, but as he tugs my clit past his lips and twists a nipple between his fingers, I’m a prisoner to him at this moment.
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br /> There’s no way I can marry him, though. That’s just … crazy. I can’t let him do this.
But my body starts to tremble uncontrollably as he licks and sucks my clit, lightly pumping a single digit in and out of my pussy. God, it’s so much better than I ever imagined. I can’t touch myself the way he is.
I look down at him, at the way his whole body goes into eating me out. It’s like he’s a wild animal feeding on his prey. He’s moaning just as much as I am. My thighs are shaking and my belly is trembling as I get closer and closer to cumming.
“Granger,” I moan, fisting his hair and falling back on the seat and letting the bliss wash over me.
And when I do finally orgasm, my entire body rolls in rhythm with my hips. Granger growls and presses a hand on my lower belly as my pussy contracts. He pushes his finger deeper inside of me, then another, curling them up until they hit that special spot that immediately sends me over the edge and into another orgasm.
“Oh fuck!” I cry out, gripping his hair tighter and thrusting my hips up with each hard contraction.
I can feel his groans against my cunt, and all I can do is lie there as he takes what he wants from me.
When he’s finished tormenting me, he lays his body on top of mine, his lips coated in my juices.
“See how wonderful you taste, baby?” He leans down and kisses me, forcing me to taste my nectar on his mouth. His erection is like a rod of steel as it grinds against my pussy.
I rub against him, completely lost in the moment as we lie there making out like a couple with no self-control.
“Mm,” he moans, moving to my neck as I try to catch my breath. “I’m going to make you cum over and over when I make you my wife tonight.”
Being shaken back to reality, I push against Granger’s chest. “I can’t marry you, Granger.”
He pushes up on his arms and looks down at me with storm clouds brewing in his eyes.
“My dad?” I continue. “He would never agree to it.”
I see his jaw set. “Do you want to marry me, Callie?”
Feeling stunned, I answer the only way I know how. “I don’t really know you. How can I know if I want to spend the rest of my life with you?”
He almost looks hurt as he searches my face. “I’ve known you since the day you were born. You’ve known me your whole life and you know I would never hurt you. There’s obvious chemistry. There’s no reason to say no to me.”
He’s kind of right. but it just seems to crazy, so … compulsive. I just don’t understand why.
I open my mouth to say something, but I just can’t find the words.
Granger sits up, then offers me his hand before pulling me up to face him. I start to pull down my bra, but he stops me.
“Take your shirt off,” he commands.
I unbutton the rest of my blouse and let it spill to the floor of the limo as he watches. He reaches behind my back with one hand, and in seconds, my bra joins the blouse.
He stares at me for several long moments as I sit there, thongs sticking to my pussy and needing him more now than before.
“You see this wet spot on my pants?”
I look at his crotch, and the first thing I notice is the large tent there. But then I see the dark smear of my juices.
“Do you see it, Callie?”
“Yes,” I answer as he snakes his fingers around the back of my neck.
“That’s from your delicious pussy. A pussy that belongs to me, today and for always.”
He unzips his pants as I tremble from his words. And when his long cock springs free, I can’t help but lick my lips.
“Do you understand me?” he adds, pulling my head down to his cock.
I part my lips, knowing he’s right. I do belong to him.
“Yes. I understand.”
~Granger~
My cock is leaking uncontrollably as I push Callie’s head down. I hold the base of my shaft and give it a squeeze, forcing a dollop of pre-cum to ooze out of my slit. Fuck, it’s all I can do to keep from blowing my load before she even sucks me.
I had wanted to wait until tonight to give her my seed, but the way she tasted and the way she looks, those fucking gorgeous tits and perfectly trimmed pussy, it’s filled my balls with more cum than I can handle.
“That’s it, baby doll. Wrap those lips around my cock and show me how hot I make you.”
I feel her breath on my crown, and when her tongue glides down the underside of my dick as her lips start to suck me off, I can’t help but release a long growl.
“Ah, fuck yes,” I moan, letting my hand wander to those majestic tits, now swaying side to side as she slowly bobs her head up and down.
Innocent as she is, Callie sure knows how to suck cock. I know she’s never done it to a real man. A girl like her is fucking pristine. But I wouldn’t be at all surprised if she has a dildo or two at home that she’s practiced on.
And it’s paying off right now.
With each suck she gives me, I move closer to cumming. I feel her hands searching for my balls, and I open my legs a little wider so she can fondle them through my jeans. The tips of her fingers press into the fabric, just enough to let me know she wants to make me feel good, but not so hard that it’s uncomfortable. I can’t believe what a natural she is.
“Fuck, baby. You’re going to make me cum so hard.”
She mews and sucks me harder, but I can’t help but tangle her hair around my fingers, grip it like a set of reins, and force her head up and down.
“Oh damn … here it comes … swallow what you can, baby…”
Her voice cracks as I push all the way back and blow my load on her tonsils. I can feel her lips tighten and her throat milking me harder as she swallows down every burst that comes out. Fuck, she’s making me so proud right now.
I pinch her nipples and thrust upward several times, releasing my grip on her hair so she can move however she wants. Her fingers wrap around the base of my shaft and move up and down as she sucks out the last few bursts of seed.
Fucking hell, I picked an angel. An angel with a perfect mouth and perfect hands and perfect everything.
When she’s done, she sits up and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and I pull her to me for a slow, deep kiss that I hope makes her toes curl. I then help her put her bra back on and button up her blouse.
“Why do you want to marry me?” she asks as she smooths out her top.
I tuck myself inside my pants and zip up, wondering how I can capture the way she makes me feel in just a few words.
“Callie, when a man is hunting, he takes whatever comes his way. Beggars can’t be choosers, after all. But when he’s at rest, and the most majestic creature comes across his path, he does whatever it takes to capture that creature and make her his.”
She stares at me blankly for a moment, and I realize the analogy isn’t the best. I slide my hand along the side of her face. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, and I want to spend the rest of my life taking care of you. And your father knows that, so don’t you worry about him.”
Her lips part in a smile and she covers my hand with hers. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“I’ll spend the rest of my life smothering you with compliments.”
I roll down the partition and tell the driver we’re ready for our next destination, and we’re on the road in a flash. Callie keeps asking where we’re going, but I don’t want to spoil the surprise. This day is about unveiling every little thing one at a time. I spent half the night and most of the morning planning the details. And I want this day to be flawless, just like her.
The photographer is waiting at the bridal shop, and Callie’s eyes grow big with excitement when she realizes where we are.
“I’m getting a wedding gown?” she asks excitedly.
“Of course you are. I wouldn’t deny my angel something like that.”
She throws her arms around my neck, and I tell her to go inside, that the photographe
r will capture some free shots of her, and to pick whatever dress she wants. I wait for her at the coffee shop next door, and an hour later, she’s finished, beaming with happiness when she tells me that not only did she find the perfect dress, it doesn’t even need alterations.
The next stop is the caterer’s where we spend another hour choosing the food for the reception. We sample pastries, cream puffs, quiche, stuffed mushrooms, meatballs, wings, and a dozen different cheeses. Callie says she wants everything, and I tell the caterer to give the girl what she wants.
For the cake, my bride settles on a three-tier traditional white cake with white flowers flowing around the sides. And lastly, the flowers she’ll carry include a dozen white tulips with baby’s breath.
“I want white everything,” she says, smiling at me.
I pull her into a hug and feel myself grow stiff. “You’re my virgin bride. So everything should be white.”
Once all of our errands are complete, we check into the hotel, but Callie isn’t allowed to see the room just yet. So I’ve reserved a special room just for her, where she can get ready for the wedding.
“This room is adorable. Are we staying here tonight?” she asks, looking out the window to the city streets below.
“No. I’ve reserved the honeymoon suite for us.”
She turns around and runs her hands up my chest, looking into my eyes with so much joy it makes me smile. “This is everything I could have dreamed of, but …” her face falls, and I know what she’s about to say.
“Callie, your father knows how I feel about you, and he’s coming to the wedding. And so is your friend. In fact, she should be here at any moment.”
“Becca?”
“Yes. Now, if this is going to be the perfect shotgun wedding, I have a few calls to make.”
I press my lips to hers, and she kisses me back with the same hunger I feel. My hands are itching to crawl along her untouched body, to feel every inch of her soft flesh, every curve. But I know that will come soon. I leave her alone, thinking about how lucky I am to have her in my life, and that it probably wouldn’t have happened if her father didn’t owe me so much money.