by Tyla Walker
"Yes."
Nineteen
David
Words cannot describe how much of a lucky man I am to have the privilege and honor of marrying Nya. For so long, I've wanted her, but was just too afraid to go after her.
I could practically kick myself, now that Nya has confessed that she's always had feelings for me.
If only I had gotten my courage sooner, we could have been together, married, and probably with another kid on the way by this time.
I'm even thankful to Director Cavanaugh. If she hadn't given me that money laundering assignment, then things probably wouldn't have progressed between Nya and me. It all started with that case. And here I am, inside the church where we're about to get married.
I couldn't be prouder to have Nya as my bride. She's kind, successful, driven, sweet, intelligent, and is a great mother. I love her so much.
I feel like I'm getting sentimental. My eyes start to get misty when I feel a slap on my back.
"What are you doing, standing there, all misty-eyed?" Nya's dad, Kenneth, asks with a smirk on his face.
"Just excited about marrying your daughter, sir," I say with a genuine smile on my face.
He nods, returning my smile, "Congratulations in advance, son."
I nod, "Thank you."
Suddenly, I remember my own father.
My dad is no longer on this earth. He passed away while Nya and I were in the 6th grade. Sadly, he couldn't be here today. He would be happy that I've finally gotten the courage to pursue Nya.
After coming home from school, I'd tell my dad how my day went, and it would always include a story about Nya.
Dad eventually figured out that I liked Nya as more than a friend. I remember the sheer embarrassment that I felt at being caught red-handed. He wouldn't stop laughing and teasing me about it. He'd give me such a hard time, telling me that I needed to tell her how I felt. He was a total fanboy of Nya and me getting together.
Those were such fond memories that I had with him. It makes me miss him all the more.
"Are you alright?" Kenneth asks, looking slightly worried.
I nod. "Yes, sir. I just remembered my dad. He would have been proud that I'm finally marrying Nya," I explain.
He touches my shoulder and squeezes it in sympathy.
"I'm sorry your old man isn't with us anymore, but you've been like a son to me, David. I couldn't be happier knowing that it's you that Nya chose to spend the rest of her life with," he says, sounding very sincere with his words.
I give him a hug, "Thank you, sir."
He chuckles, "No more of that 'sir' nonsense. You can call me dad from now on."
I nod. I feel overwhelming happiness taking over me.
"Thank you, dad. It is an honor to be marrying your daughter." I say, meaning every word.
He laughs, "Also, I'm glad since Nya's liked you since she was in the 3rd grade. If you ask me, it's about time the two of you finally tie the knot."
My mouth hangs open in astonishment at finding out how long Nya's had a thing for me.
Stupid. I berate myself. She's liked me since the 3rd grade! I should have put the moves on her ages ago.
My father was right all along. He was a wise man. I wish I had listened to him.
Kenneth chuckles, "I know what you're thinking. Don't beat yourself up over it. The important thing is that you two have finally got it right."
I nod, happy at the thought that after today, Nya will become Mrs. Mackall.
"Uncle! There's already a lot of people outside. Mom is almost ready. Oh, and there are a lot of people from the press outside," Jerome says, bursting through the door in excitement.
I already expected the press to show up for our wedding. The elusive Nya of La Deux is getting married. I'm sure this will be on the front of magazines. Nya designed her wedding gown herself. A lot of people, her fans included, are probably itching to get a glimpse of her gown.
"Woah, slow down, " I say, chuckling at my best man's eagerness.
He's just as excited as Nya and me for this wedding. He said as much last night during dinner.
He bounces up and down, talking happily, "I can't help it. I can't wait for us to be a family. You'll help me practice soccer. We can watch Netflix and chill together on days when mom gets busy with her work. You can even teach me how to fight so that I can always protect you and mom from the bad guys."
"I see where the boy's coming from. He'll have a dad to spend time with now," Kenneth says, amusement in his eyes at Jerome's excited ramblings.
Jerome beams in delight and says, "See, Grandpa gets it."
"I get it, Jerome. I just don't want you to tire yourself out before the ceremony begins. You've done such an excellent job at being my best man. You'll be standing right next to me on that altar, " I say, complimenting him for doing such good work as my best man.
Jerome puffs out his chest in pride.
"Thank you, Uncle," he replies, looking pleased with my compliment.
He really has been a big help. He offered to help with ushering and entertaining the guests while Nya and I were busy with our own preparations. Nya has raised him well.
I pat him on the head and say, "You can call me dad once you're comfortable, Jerome."
Jerome smiles and tells me, "Sure thing, Dad. You've always been like a father to me. Today just makes everything official."
The happiness that I feel from Jerome's words only makes this day even more special.
"If you'd like, I can adopt you to make things more official," I suggest.
His face lights up, and he hurls his tiny frame to my body, crushing me in a hug.
I laugh, returning the hug.
Kenneth looks happy while watching Jerome and I interact.
"Nothing would make me happier, Dad," Jerome mumbles through my coat jacket.
Twenty
Nya
Thud. My back feels the hard wooden door behind me, but David's kisses overwhelm the sensation of pain. We'd spend the last eight hours for the wedding and reception. Then for the last two hours, we had to read Jerome his favorite bedtime story of all-time, John Wick.
Don't get me wrong, I love a Keanu Reeves flick just like the next one, but sometimes I wonder if that's too much violence for one kid to see.
But Jerome did say that he wanted to be an action hero like John Wick and David. So, he gets a pass on me for this one.
"You okay?" David asks as he is lovingly kissing my neck. I nod as my hand's fumbles in the dark, trying to move the doorknob and let ourselves in the room. I feel that if we don't get to bed soon, we're going to pass out from fatigue and frustration.
I find the steel knob and turn it. I fall down on the floor hard, bringing David along with me. We laugh before resuming our passionate kissing. My wedding dress may be ruined, but to hell with that, I've been waiting for this for so long.
David's already taken his coat off, I take off his belt as he continues to kiss my neck, then my clavicle, and finally my tight cleavage.
"Wait!" I plead. "You'll ruin the dress."
David gets up, frustrated, and carries me off of the floor using his huge arms. He sets me down gently on the bed, before aggressively pushing me on the bed, making me lie down on my belly. He unzips me quickly and removes my wedding dress with such alacrity.
"Oh God, you know how I love it when you're so fucking rough, David," I moan. The next thing I feel David kissing the back of my neck, his bare chest presses on my back. A tingle runs through my spine as our flesh meet, especially when I feel the bulge in his trousers brushing up against my ass.
"Finally," David whispers in my ear before nibbling it gently. His hands slide down my shoulder, to my waist, and pulls my ass up in the air. His grip is so intense, I can feel myself getting bruised lightly. I love it.
David teases me with his bulge by rubbing it between my buttocks.
"Wow," he says. "You're this wet already?"
"Don't say that," I complain. "It's embarrassing.
"
"No, it isn't," he says. "I love how much you want me right now."
I shiver when I suddenly feel his puckered lips on my butt.
"You always do like to kiss your boss's ass," I joked. David bites my ass playfully as a reply, but it only turns me on more. Especially when David puts his finger inside me and pleasures all the right spots.
"Did I ever tell you how much I love how freaky you are?" he says as he removes my dripping panties off of me. I'm busy catching my breath to reply, but I did get to say one last thing.
"Shut up, and make love to me, David."
David laughs. I turn around and see him removing his boxers, his monstrous cock is pulsating in the air. My mouth drools in anticipation, but I fear I may not have a chance to taste it tonight, because the next thing I know, David is inside me with one forceful thrust.
Pain and pleasure mold into one incomprehensible potpourri of emotions. The only thing that's clear to me at this time is that I want more.
"Fuck!" I scream. David thrusts inside me again. I muffle my cry using the sheets to try and not wake up Jerome, who's sleeping in his room. But I fear I may not have the mental faculties to keep myself from becoming sexually savage.
Because David grabs me by my breasts and pulls me up to him. He reaches for my chin and turns my face to kiss him, all the while his pulsating cock is sliding in and out of me.
Our tongues slither within each other like snakes in heat. David tears off my bra with one pull of his hand. If I weren't so horny right now, I'd smack his face all over the room for ruining all of my outfits.
But David is giving it to me, and there is nothing that I can do but give in to his steadfast love. His pace quickens with every thrust he makes. My mind is short-circuiting from the sheer size of his cock that's making a mess of my insides.
Push and pull, they were no longer comprehensible right now. Within this moment, David and I are one, and that is all that matters.
I snap from my trance when David stops and flips me over, and lays me on my back. As I look upon him, he's already sweating, ripped, Greek God of a mess. But the look on his eyes says that it's not yet over.
"God, I love you so much," he says as he raises my legs in the air and penetrates me, which feels fantastic because it feels like he's still growing inside me. I look into his eyes as he makes love to me.
I can't believe my luck to have married my best friend, lover, and soulmate.
I hug David as he fucks me harder than he ever has before, my nails digging deep into his back with each stroke.
"I'm almost at my limit," David mumbles in my ear.
I try to reply, "I've already cum. So please, let it all out. Inside me, David. Let your love inside me, give your everything to me."
And with one final, fantastic push, I feel David orgasm inside me. And to my surprise, I orgasm as well. Our love reaching a synchronized climax.
David limps next to me as we hug each other to sleep.
"I love you, too. David," I finally say as I lay on his chest.
I can't wait to do this all over again in the morning.
And for the rest of my life.
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