HOLD ON

by Wyatt, Dani

  “Always and forever, little one. Always and forever.”

  Seventeen

  Emmy

  EPILOGUE

  Ten years later

  “What the hell is that?” Marshall narrows his eyes as I come down the stairs.

  “My new dress. Don’t you like it?”

  The red fabric contours around every curve, and I love the way it makes me feel. The deep V-neck accentuates my breasts, and I know the hem is about six inches too short for Marshall’s taste.

  “Yeah, I like it, but you’re not wearing that out.”

  “Why not?” I give him a little spin as I get to the bottom of the stairs, watching the reaction on his face...and other places.

  “You know good and well why not. You know I’m going to be worried about you the entire time already, without you tempting every male in three counties looking like that.”

  I grin, enjoying the unintentional compliment. “Come on. I wear scrubs all week, I want to look pretty.”

  My veterinary practice is thriving, and I love the work, but getting dressed up and going out with the girls is a rare occurrence. Between our four kids, my practice, the house, the pets, Marshall’s work and our need to have ‘us’ time, there isn’t a whole lot of time to go out.

  Not that we really want to. We are homebodies for the most part, enjoying each other and the kids at the two houses is honestly fine with us. But the occasional night out with the girls punctuates our more domestic life.

  “You can look pretty without making me want to follow you around to make sure no one is going to touch what’s mine.”

  From the back hall, I hear Bethany and Connor fussing at each other before Bethany emerges from the kitchen wearing skin-tight black latex pants and this glittery-gold halter top. I look back at Marshall with a grin, and he finally rolls his eyes.

  Connor is hot on Bethany’s heels, the same look of concern on his face as I see on Marshall’s.

  “How much trouble can we get into?” she’s saying over her shoulder. “We’re going out with Marshall’s mom.”

  “From the way you’re dressed, trouble is going to find you.” Connor shakes his head as Bethany comes to stand next to me.

  “You look hot,” she says, and I hear both the men groan.

  “So do you.”

  “Marshall, help me here...” Connor clears his throat and pinches the bridge of his nose. “You don’t mind her dressed like that?”

  “It’s a bachelorette party. We’re supposed to be dressed up,” I add, watching Marshall’s eyes drag up and down my body.

  “Yes, for an eighty-year-old. I mean, where are you taking her?”

  “To the Cheshire club,” we both say in unison, then smile at each other as more groans come from the peanut gallery. “You guys are taking Albert out. I mean, I’m sure you’re going to some strip club.”

  “No.” Marshall shakes his head. “Albert wants to go to the driving range, then dinner at Olive Garden.”

  I giggle. “Wow, that’s a wild night.”

  Marshall’s mom and Albert met when we had a party here for Jackson, our second child’s fifth birthday. They’ve been almost inseparable ever since, but it took Myra years to finally agree to marry him after Albert proposed about a thousand times.

  Between Marshall and me, and Connor and Bethany, we have eight kids, and we have two nannies set for the night so we can all relax and have some adult time out.

  There’s a knock on the front door and it opens, and there’s Marshall’s mom and Albert. She’s wearing bright red lipstick and a huge smile, while he’s trailing behind her looking frustrated.

  “Hi, girls!” Myra strides in, and Bethany and I both burst out laughing.

  She spins around, raising her arms over her head, a clingy black dress brushing above her knees and sparkly red pumps on her feet. “You ready? I brought lots of singles.”

  She reaches into her handbag and pulls out a wad of one-dollar bills, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

  “Are we allowed to touch the guys, or just hand them the money?”

  I hear Albert groan and look to see his distressed grimace as he shakes his head.

  “We feel your pain,” Marshall says and reaches out to shake his hand as he gives him a sympathetic pat on the back.

  “Besides,” I start. “You guys keep us knocked up most of the time. For once, we’re both not pregnant or still losing our baby weight. You guys should feel lucky to be with this group of hotties.”

  They all roll their eyes, and I shrug at Bethany and Myra.

  “Fine. But we’re all meeting back here by midnight.”

  All three of us say in unison, “Midnight?”

  “Yes,” Albert says with a stern look. “I gave the driver instructions to drag you out of there if necessary by 11:30, home by midnight.”

  We fuss, but deep down, we don’t want to be out later than that. We will probably all be ready to come home by ten, missing our men as much as they are missing us. Dorothy was of course invited, along with her latest girlfriend, who’s been an on-and-off relationship for about a year now, but she declined the invitation for understandable reasons. We all know that the two of them wish Myra and Albert every happiness, and they’ll be there for the wedding.

  We nod, and Myra turns toward the door. “Then let’s get to it. My first male strip show awaits.”

  Albert reaches out and grabs her by the back of the neck, pulling her toward him and planting a deep kiss on her lips, making us all blush.

  “Keep your phones on.” Connor looks from me to Bethany. “If you don’t answer our calls and texts, we’re coming down there and dragging your bratty asses out in front of God and everyone, got it?”

  “Got it,” we all say in unison, and Bethany and I kiss our husbands before heading out the door with Myra.

  We all giggle and speed-walk toward the waiting limo, and I think back on the last ten years and all the joy that’s come to us.

  I walk a little lighter because I no longer have to worry about Carver reappearing in my life. I take no joy in it, but he was killed in prison two years before he was eligible for parole. I asked Marshall about it, of course, but he promised me he had nothing to do with it, and I believe him. It’s just one of those things that happen.

  We spend the next few hours laughing and talking about our men, our families, and barely paying any attention to the beefy strippers gyrating and flinging clothes around the club. We don’t even make it to ten o’clock before we are back in the limo and headed to my place because we all miss our men and realize that no pumped-up male stripper can compare to the feelings we have for what is already ours.

  An hour later, I’m home alone with Marshall after everyone went their separate ways, my cheeks sore from smiling, my belly sore from laughing.

  “Now.” Marshall takes my hand and pulls me across the bedroom. “I’ve been hard all night, thinking of you in that fucking dress.”

  “Wow, that must have been embarrassing, being with your best friend and your mom’s fiancé.” I giggle.

  “Smartass.” He gives my ass a swat before tossing me onto the bed, my ass on the edge as he pulls my dress up. “Spread,” he orders, and I do as he asks without a thought.

  He takes out his cock, already painfully hard and dripping with pre-cum, aims it for my opening and drives in deep without another word.

  “Marshall...” I whimper as he plunges in and out.

  “Don’t you forget who you belong to, wife.”

  “I don’t. I’ll never forget.”

  “That’s right. And if you ever do, I’ll be right here to remind you.”

  My cheeks bloom with heat as his cock hits that magical spot inside me, pushing me over the edge into bliss.

  “That’s my girl. Cum for me. I want your juice all over my cock before I shove it down your throat and you swallow my load.”

  His dirty words only multiply my orgasm as my eyes flutter closed, and I ride out the waves of pleasure.
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  The next thing I know, Marshall has pulled out of me, his hand on my hair guiding me down onto my knees as he aims his slick cock at my mouth, and I open, greedy, tasting myself on him as he groans and looks down.

  “You’re so beautiful like this. Showing me who you are. My cock in your mouth. You love it, don’t you, little one? You love serving your king?”

  I do my best to nod and grunt in agreement as he fucks my mouth, the tip of his cock plunging past my gag reflex, and I take him into my throat, swallowing and massaging him until the head swells and I can tell he’s close.

  The first jets of salty release spread over my tongue and I moan along with Marshall, sucking and milking him until he’s shaking and swearing, throwing his head back with a roar. I take all he has, and when he finally pulls out of my mouth, I’m panting and drooling, tears covering my cheeks.

  His fingers sink into my hair once again, this time pulling me up and pushing me back to the mattress. “You are so beautiful like this. Now, back on the bed. I need my dessert...”

  GOODGIRLS SAY PLEASE

  O N E

  Stas

  “GOD DAMN IT, BABY.” I groan. “You’re about to strangle my fucking dick.”

  There’s a tight ring that latches on just inside her as I set myself balls deep, and right now it’s clamped onto me like a vise.

  I tell myself she never wants me to leave.

  And I don’t want to leave.

  I’d fucking live inside her pussy if it were possible. Fuck, I never imagined I’d have anything like this with anyone. I never knew anything like this existed.

  My cock swells as her death grip tightens, her inner walls stroking me off, and it’s hard as fuck to even take a full breath.

  “Your cunt is magic.” I seethe as I draw back the few inches I dare and plunge forward again, irrationally angry at not having every inch of me inside her, not settling as deep as her body can accept.

  If I know nothing in this world except this: this is where I belong. Where she needs me. Where she needs my seed.

  As if she reads my mind, her eyes latch to mine as she speaks. “Daddy, I need your cum inside me.” Her voice is scratchy from the repeated orgasms. The words are a desperate plea, a cry for mercy, and looking down into her eyes I see my own personal heaven.

  My heaven. Because that’s what she is.

  Mine.

  “I’m going to give it to you, Babybear. Daddy just needs more of you for a little longer. You know what I need. One more, just for me.” The last words deepen as the harshness bubbles up.

  She brings out the monster in me and little by little my sweet girl is learning that is part of how I love her.

  And only her.

  “Daddybear, okay...now, may I cum now?” Her eyes flutter on a gasp as I drive my cock in and out, pulling her hips closer to me. Her legs are spread obscenely wide, showing off how her dripping pink opening sucks me on every stroke. “Oh, God...”

  “Not yet.” I growl slamming into her like a rutting boar hell bent on my pleasure. “You know goodgirls say please. You didn’t say please.”

  She cringes and presses her head back into the white bedding that’s crumpled around her.

  “Pleeeeease.” She pleads, and I so love to hear the desperation.

  The need.

  “Daddy will tell you when you can come. Not before. And I say not yet.”

  “But, I said please...” She whimpers, and it only serves to feed the beast.

  It’s not fair, I get that. I tell her I need her to cum, then I tell her not yet. But the control intoxicates me and from the look in her eyes when I play with her, the way her pussy just gushed all over my cock, it does the same for her.

  I lean over, pressing my body harder into her open slit, applying pressure to her clit and revel in the moment as her pleas turn frantic.

  “Daddy, God, please, please, please, please please please. I can’t stop it.” Her voice cracks and I feel her body tighten around me with another release of arousal until it’s dripping off my balls.

  But all I do is press myself harder against her, unrelenting.

  “Not yet, Babybear. Don’t you dare come yet. This pussy is for me to enjoy. I allow you your pleasure when it suits me, baby. I give you your pleasure as I see fit. You like being Daddy’s slutty little girl, don’t you?”

  She nods, her eyes rolling upward as she battles to restrain her orgasm. My words make it more difficult for her to rein herself in, I know it. And I love it.

  Holding her off like this feeds the monster in me.

  The man in me cares for her, loves her, shows her devotion and all the kindnesses she deserves.

  But the monster. Fuck, the monster loves to see this.

  Her suffering. For me and only me.

  She willingly gives her body, mind and soul to me to do as I please. It’s intoxicating.

  And a responsibility I gladly accept.

  That suffering has my heart pounding and my dick ready to deliver that which fulfills her. Her cheeks blush deep red and I can’t believe I managed to become inextricably attached to her so quickly.

  Attached to anyone for that matter.

  I pummel her without mercy until the muscles in the backs of my legs and my ass start to cramp. The sound of our wet flesh slapping together fills the space around us.

  “Ouch... Daddybear, not so hard. It hurts...” She uses that little girl voice she knows drives me mad.

  “Shhh, baby. Be a goodgirl. Daddy’s almost done.” Without mercy I pull nearly completely out of her, then plunge back in harder and harder as it’s nearing impossible to hold off my own release.

  Her back arches, tears streaming out of the corners of her eyes as she struggles to hold on.

  “You’re mine, Babybear. All of you. Don’t you forget it. Now fuck your Daddy the way a goodgirl should and I’ll tell you when to come.”

  Her hands smack down next to each hip and grip into the edge of the mattress where her ass dangles, where we are connected. She begins pulling herself in pulses against me, hardening each stroke and driving me so deep the tip of my dick battles against her cervix.

  She whimpers as I watch her tits bounce and sway with each undulation of her body, and I’m hypnotized by the sight.

  “Is this good, Daddy? Am I doing it right?” She pulls her body back and forth, spreading her legs even wider with what looks like gratitude in her eyes.

  “So good, baby. So very right. You’ve learned so well. That’s how a good babygirl fucks her daddy. Makes him happy. Makes him pleased.” I grit out the words, moving my hands to her knees, pressing them up and outward for my view as she fucks her drenched cunt harder and faster onto my cock.

  Her mouth opens, like she wants to say something, but no words follow. Only an arch of her neck. Satin blonde hair in a mess of a golden halo around her head and shoulders. Skin so white I dare say the sun has never had the pleasure of touching her.

  And lips. God, those lips.

  Full and stained with a color that reminds me of a fresh raspberry. And Christ, don’t get me started on her scent. It’s sex and cotton candy and fresh linen in the summer breeze.

  “You want to come?” I watch the flicker in her eyes, turning them white as they roll back. Her inner thighs start to quiver with the effort to restrain what’s coming.

  “Yes.” She starts then quickly meets my eyes correcting herself. “I mean, please, Daddy, please yes please.” The word drifts out on top of a moan as a tear traces from the corner of her eye. I need it as much as she does, so finally I set her free.

  “That’s a goodgirl.” Pride fills my heart knowing this amazing creature belongs to me. “Come for me, Babybear. Come for Daddy. Do it now. Now.”

  Her pussy muscles contract and for a split second, like it’s my life flashing before my eyes, I remember why I shouldn’t be here.

  All the reasons she shouldn’t be with me. Why no one should be with me.

  My life isn’t a place for attachments
. It’s dangerous for me and it’s dangerous for her.

  Like always, I fight to block it all out. There has to be a way. A way for us to be right.

  Together. Safe.

  I’ll figure it out, but right now I need this.

  “Come with me, Daddy. I want it inside me.” She whimpers, looking directly into my soul with eyes the color of milk chocolate and lust. It brings me back to the moment and I shake away the other bullshit for the moment.

  The red sunset through the window glows like fire in the dark of her pupils, reminding me how late it’s getting, how soon I’m going to have to leave. But I’ll take the memory of those eyes with me when I go, the way they’re looking at me right now. I get hard just thinking of her eyes no matter where I am or who I’m with, but I don’t care.

  There’s a saying: Brown eyes are just brown eyes until you love someone with brown eyes.

  Fuck if that isn’t the truth.

  I try to hold back a little longer, to exercise that same control I use every day in my work. But she adds, in a voice so thick with desire each word feels like another lock binding us together, “Your cum, Daddy. I need it inside me—”

  And I’m done.

  “Now. Baby, now, again, cum with me.” I explode, my balls seizing and pumping my hot release into her tiny body below me.

  We come in unison on a heaving shudder. I come so hard, lights dance in my eyes and I lose my vision, worried for a moment that I might collapse. My hands grip tight to her lush hips as her body lifts off the white bedding and she twists and cries out like I’m tearing something from her body.

  I am.

  Her soul.

  Because I have to have it. I move one hand and rub my thumb over her clit, pulling more of her pleasure from her as my still-hard cock drives in and out, unwilling to give way to just one orgasm.

  She cums again quickly, tumbling over the first. And again, one trembling orgasm crashing against the next until her body quivers from head to toe and I finally ease up, satisfied I’ve taken all she can handle.

  “Shhhh.” I try to soothe her as she fights for each breath. Her thighs shaking as she gasps.