by Dani Wyatt
He doesn’t say anything else, opens the ring box and I hold out my shaking hand.
“You’re going to be my wife, Talia Fielding. This week, if you want a big wedding—”
I cut him off. “I don’t. I just want us.”
“Me too.” She slides a ring on my finger. It’s filigree white gold with a sparkling round diamond on top. It’s stunning, but I would have taken a piece of string if that was all we had. “I can’t wait until you are Mrs. Griffin Stanford. This belonged to my grandmother. When I went home this morning, I told my parent about you. About us. My dad jumped right up, came back and gave me the ring. Said he knows the look in my eyes very well. And even more, I can’t wait for us to name our first little Stanford. One of maybe five or six? What do you think? More?”
I giggle and he rolls on top of me, the warmth of his body covering me. His mouth comes down to suck on my nipples; he moves back and forth making such noises of pleasure I could listen to them forever. Knowing that it’s me making him feel this way is the most magical thing I’ve ever felt.
He manages to kick off his boxers and slowly glides his cock inside me as I moan and melt under him. Our lust is covering us; it’s like a mist that never seems to go away. The combination of raw passion and this love we have makes me want to give myself to him in any and every way I can.
“You can do anything to me. I want you to do everything to me,” I whisper into the air as his mouth marks my neck.
“I need you, Talia.” His words immediately make me soaking wet and he groans in pleasure. “I fucking need you.”
He fucks me harder than before, greedy and impatient, and I cum almost immediately from the raw passion he has for me. He’s desperate, curse words flowing out of him as he takes my hands and entwines our fingers, holding them above me on the bed, taking me faster and harder with each thrust until I form no other thoughts than the cascade of orgasms flooding over and through me.
My back arches, my hips raise into him, begging and pleading for him to mark me. To own me completely for the world to see.
“Please, cum inside me, I need it.”
My words send him off, growling as he fills me with hot waves of sticky cum as his kiss seals the moment.
Griffin’s body collapses on top of me. His warmth covers me inside and out, his lips at my ear.
“You’re perfect, Wildflower. Absolutely fucking perfect.”
C H A P T E R S E V E N T E E N
GRIFFIN
“Yes, sir. He’s been a complete gentleman.” Talia grins as my dad grills her, making sure I’m treating her right.
“Dad.”
“Now, just let him be, Griff. He’s just playing.” My mom sets her hand on my wrist as I reach to pick up her dinner plate. I’m clearing the table and they are as enamored with Talia as I am.
“And, her mom. Son, we have the little guest house, if she wants she can stay there. It needs some fixing up, but between us we can manage to spiff it right up for her.”
My parents’ place is modest. The small cottage sits on the back of the property. The two structures were once part of an old resort that split up the property as the suburbs grew and pushed out from the center of Ann Arbor. Around them most folks tore down the cottages and build ranch style homes or bungalows. Dad bought this place the week before they got married, planning to do the very same thing but my mom would have none of it. She loved the little cottage and over the years, the even smaller guest house was nice for company. But, now it’s been sitting there unused.
“That’s very sweet of you. But I couldn’t, she can stay with us.” Talia looks over at me as I stack the dishes in the sink and get the hot water going.
“Nonsense,” my mother chirps. “You two need your privacy.” She gives Talia a knowing smile and my girl’s cheeks turn rosy.
“Mom.” I snort laugh when she bobs her eyebrows at my dad.
“Now, son, I see what I see and I know a few things you may not think I know, so shush.” She turns back to Talia. “Tomorrow, if you can bring her back with you, I want you to make sure you consider letting her stay here. Come for dinner. Isn’t Griff the best cook?”
“Yeah, next time you invite me for dinner, don’t forget to tell me I’ll be doing the cooking.” I poke a soapy hand at her and my dad.
“Yes, ma’am. He is at that.” Talia folds her hands in her lap and I see the warmth in her eyes looking at my parents.
“Oh, say...” My dad slaps a hand on the table. “So, let him do the dishes, you show me this poker thing. From the way Griff talked, you’re ready for one of those big Vegas tournaments. I’ve got my computer in the den, come on with me.” Dad grabs her arm and Talia gives me a quick look before following him out of the kitchen with a smile.
“She’s so sweet, Griff.” Mom shifts on her chair with a low moan. “I’m so happy for you. I know you’ve waited a long time for the right girl, and sure looks like you found her. Just like your father.”
My mom’s soft brown hair hangs just to her shoulders. She’s so thin now, but her blue eyes still sparkle whenever she mentions my dad. Mom chatters on about the neighbor’s dog and how she wishes we had brought Zeus over so she could meet him. I’m putting the clean dishes in the cabinet when they come back into the kitchen.
“Well, remind me to never sit at a poker table with any money I’d not like to just hand over to her.”
Talia’s laughter wraps around me in a warm hug. She’s wearing this soft pink dress; it ties at her waist and buttons up the front, almost like a long shirt but the fabric is as soft as her skin. I’m hard as a rock, standing here in my parent’s kitchen with all eyes on us as Talia comes to stand next to me, and I pull her against me and kiss her hair.
“I’m going to go show Talia the guest house,” I announce because I need her alone right now.
“Key’s under the mat.” My dad comes over to help mom up. “We’ll be settled in the living room. Finish our coffee.” When my dad winks at me I almost bust out in a laugh.
I grab Talia’s hand and before she can ask questions, I’ve got her inside the small guesthouse, door locked behind us, and my mouth is between her legs as she leans against the kitchen counter.
“Oh my God.”
“Whose name did you just call me?” I tease as I pull her panties to the side with one hand and take the pink fabric of her dress and tuck it up and under the belt, exposing her to me.
She giggles as I explore her with my tongue.
“Open those legs, Wildflower, I need full access.”
She does as she’s told and I swirl my tongue around her clit, two fingers nudging into her tight opening. I work her with my mouth until her body tightens, then I curve my fingers into her g-spot, pressing firm and hard, gently rubbing over the magic spot as I suck her clit and she goes off.
My fingers pull as much of her orgasm from her as I can, drinking in her sweet flavor before I stand and kiss her lips. Her breath coming fast from the orgasm.
“Turn around, bend over and show me what’s mine.” I growl into her ear. The more we are together, the more I’m like this. Predatory, demanding, and my girl loves it.
She does as she’s told and I stand back, taking my already weeping cock from my pants, and give it a few strokes while I watch her pull her body apart for my viewing pleasure.
“I could look at you like this all night.” I pinch around the head of my cock, trying to stave off the orgasm that is already working its way up my shaft.
“But please don’t.”
“Just think, next week you’ll be my wife. I can’t wait to fuck my wife.” I step forward, line up my straining dick with her slick heat and sink inside her in one long thrust.
Her body reacts with a gush of wet cream. I look down and watch how her opening moves with my cock pushing in and out. It’s hypnotizing and she’s tightening around me, nearly snapping me in half and shoving her hips backward, taking me.
“Too slow, baby?”
“Fuck me
hard. Please. Like you did last night, harder please. Take it from me.”
I don’t need encouragement; I give her what she wants, and she moans as my fingers dig into the tops of her hips, pulling her back as I slam forward. Our skin smacking together and our juices running down my balls. I’m slipping in and out so smooth, faster and faster as she spreads her sweet lube all over my cock.
I feel her clench harder and she sings the music that I want to hear.
“It’s not God you want now is it, babe? Who fucks you? Tell me...”
I thrust in and out, the tip of my cock touching her limits as my balls get ready to empty inside her. I need in there deep, and her body give in to what I need.
“Oh god, Griff.” She’s gone in her own climax and I’ll take my name and God’s in the same sentence. Then she adds the magic words. “I love you.”
She pushes me over the edge as she cums on my cock. The wet heat pulsing around me as I slam into her one last time, holding myself deep to the root while I fill every space inside of her with my seed. Her body is my heaven, warm and wet, and I never want to leave.
We’re both panting as I pull out, organizing her panties back over her crotch and patting them in place.
“No cleaning up, Wildflower. I want you to feel that mess all the way home. Know who put it there.” My heart is beating triple time thinking of my seed in her belly. “I need that, baby. It makes me feel whole. Knowing you belong to me like this. Only me. Ever.”
I do what I can to get my cock in my pants and get them zipped up as she leans her head down on the counter with a soft chuckle. I reach over and smooth her dress down, missing the sight of her ass and her splayed pussy already.
“Come on, babe, they’ll think you’re doing naughty things to me in here if we’re gone too long.”
I help her stand, turn around and take a long kiss. My tongue sweeping into her mouth as we both moan and hug one of us to the other.
She pulls back from our kiss with that sweet smile. “I’m pretty sure your parents know exactly what we’re doing over here.”
“Me too.”
“I love you, babe. I always will. Now, let’s go see what sort of work needs to be done over here. You think your mom might want to stay here?”
“I think she might. Tomorrow, we just need to see if we can get her to come home with us.”
“Tell you what.” I turn her around facing me, claiming her mouth in a deep, wet kiss before pulling back. “How about, I tell her, I won’t stop fucking you until there’s a baby growing in there.”
She smacks my chest but I take her protest with my mouth. She knows I’m kidding. Well, at least about telling her mom. The rest, truth.
I’m not sure how she does it, but she makes every moment with her better than the last. Where we’ll be in sixty years no one knows for sure, but if I was a betting man, I’d put my money on one damn fine happily-ever-after.
E P I L O G U E O N E
TALIA
Six Months Later
“Brilliant. That was brilliant, Talia.”
“Oh no, not perfect? Maybe I need to practice more.” I stick my tongue out and Griffin leans forward to nuzzle into my neck, still humming the song I just finished playing for him. We’re laying in our bed, my body still achy from the hour long Griffin pounding I just took. Or is it the orgasms? I lost count of how many, after a while they just sort of morph into one long climax that leaves me breathless and utterly peaceful. “Stop! I need to know.”
He’s laughing as he nibbles at my throat. He usually uses the word ‘perfect’ for nearly everything I do, or how I look, or what he’s feeling when we’re together—which is nearly all the time. It has become a bit of a joke between us.
We’re in our bedroom right now. Griffin has been working on the house, contractors coming and going. We still haven’t decided if this is where we will stay long term, but in either case it doesn’t hurt to have it brought up to a more modern condition. On weekends he drives me around so that we can look at other houses, because he says he wants me to choose so I need to see what’s out there. But honestly, just being together is what I want, I don’t care about anything else. The box that we stay in doesn’t matter that much.
But I know he’s thinking long term, as he always does. I’m more a live-in-the-moment gal. Good thing he’s taken over the bill paying. And the cooking. Grocery shopping. Whenever I tell him to relax, I feel bad that he does so much. He always smiles, then says, “You have other skills Wildflower. Hall of fame kind of skills. You just keep your pussy wet and your mouth ready baby. I’ll take care of everything else.”
“Yes, perfect.” He mumbles, his nuzzles turning to kisses as his fingers walk upward over the sheet that covers me until he finds the top and lowers it, exposing my full breasts. The tighten and tingle at the cooler air in the room. Then he flips it back with a firm tug, leaving me naked beneath the ukulele in my hands.
I squirm with a slight chill and excited anticipation. I still can’t get enough of how he wants me. It’s a wickedly powerful drug. “Are you going to tell me what you think or do I have to play it again?”
He raises his head from my neck with a goofy smile. “It’s perfect. I said so. Brilliant and perfect, just like you.”
“Gah! You’re not helping! Stop! I need to practice... I’m so nervous.” His fingers are painting circles on my belly raising chills as they go. He’s playfully ignoring me, his mouth kissing down my throat, my breast, devouring my nipple. Sparks shoot outward through my nerve endings, and a bunch of them settle between my legs, making me quiver.
His tongue is warm against the sensitive flesh, flicking the tip of my nipple playfully as his hands leave my belly. He reaches up and gently removes the ukulele from my grip as I hold it out and above him, then he looks up and grins.
“I’m taking what’s mine, babe. You know I’d fuck you twenty-four hours a day if we could work that out. My Wildflower, beautiful and perfect.” He sets my instrument on the nightstand and a moment later his warm mouth is kissing and licking around aimlessly on my torso, dipping lower to my belly where he lays a gentle palm, fingers spread, holding it there, lovingly acknowledging the piece of our love that’s growing inside me.
It’s Friday, late afternoon, and Zeus is laying on his new dog bed in the corner. He’s tipping the scales at fifty pounds these days, and he’s so much fun. In an hour, we’ll load up the truck and take him with us when we head to Chicago. I’ve got a sold out show, but there’s no way I’m going to leave him behind. It’s not a big venue or anything, but it’s been fun putting it together.
Griffin pulled me into bed a couple hours ago, and did his best to “relax” me, which meant using his tongue to bring me to orgasm. It never seems to take more than about thirty seconds of licking before I’m digging my fingers into the sheets and screaming the Lord’s name. Griffin has learned my body so well, where to go and what it likes, and the best part is he loves what he does to me.
I think he enjoys my orgasms far more than his own, in fact. He loves being between my legs and that feels so good I think heaven is in for some competition. It’s not just the physical sensations, although he’s more than adept at that for sure, but it’s also the passion he brings. The ravenous intensity with which he wants me still, like the novelty has never faded. After six months, I think we are lustier than ever.
And he is a medical miracle, too. I’ve told him, all those years of virginity must have stored up inside him so he’s got a ready supply, because he has almost zero recovery time. Some days he cums on me or in me five or six times. And each one is just as wild as the last.
My belly is growing quickly, and that just seems to have turned Griffin even more ravenous. He loved my body before, but now he worships me and makes me feel like the only woman in the world.
“Those lips sure would look good stretched around my cock, babe.” He shifts off the bed, standing as he gently tugs at my hands and I gladly follow his lead, crouching in front of
him and wrapping my arms around his legs.
I love being here, on my knees in front of him, looking up. He pats my head as I lick the drops of cum out of the slit, pushing my tongue just inside and humming with delight as his hands tangle in my hair.
“Get going, babe. Trust me, with your mouth it’s not going to take long.” He knots his hands into my hair as he guides my mouth down on his shaft, and I can sense that he wants it rough this time. My heart does a little flutter. I’ve grown to love it like that. “That’s a good girl.”
I take him deep with one slow suck, my tongue winding around the head as I go, flicking and feeling the throbbing vein on the underside as my hands grip at the base of his cock.
He soon takes over though, holding my head steady by my hair, his hips rocking his cock in and out of my puffy lips, popping and squelching as the head moves in and out.
Those sounds, of my enthusiastic sucking, together with my soft moans of pleasure, send him faster and faster. Just knowing that I can please him this way makes me mewl with delight.
“Fuck, damn.” He throws his head back and howls as his dick grows and pulsates. “Your mouth should be sainted, Wildflower, because I think I see God.”
He fills my throat with ropes of heated cum, and I swallow and look up as he’s looking down, his massive body towering over me. I’m on my knees, grinning like a mad Cheshire cat, with my tummy pushing out and onto my thighs, but I still feel beautiful.
He’s been able to do that to me, to make me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. My confidence grows more with every day.
A quick shower later and he’s got us packed in the car.
“You’re going to knock ‘em dead, babe. Just be yourself, that’s all you need. That’s more than enough.” He squeezes my hand as he starts up the new truck.
“As long as you’re there, I’ll be fine.”
Just thinking about the crowds has me jittery, but it’s true. As long as I can see his face in the front row, that’s my security blanket. Every show I’ve done, I find myself looking at him the whole time. I play to him, and it keeps me calm. He pushed me to start getting out and playing live, and people seem to love my music, but it never would have happened if I was on my own.