by Frankie Love
"What is it?” Cane asks.
"I need to know if I have your permission, your blessing, to marry your daughter."
My eyes widen with shock. "Do you mean it?" I ask Flynn.
He grins. "Hell, yeah, I do. But I know your dad means everything to you. I need to know what he thinks."
Daddy shakes his head. "I just want my little girl to be happy. And it turns out you make her happier than I've ever seen her. If this is what one day looks like, I can only imagine a year, a lifetime. I don't know you well, hell, I don't know you at all. But I do know this: I owe you my life. And because of that, yes, you can marry my daughter. God knows I couldn't tell her no, anyways."
I smile. "Thank you, Daddy!" And I run into Flynn's arms. I wrap my legs around his waist and I kiss him hard. I kiss him good. "I love you," I say, "even if..."
Flynn's eyes darken. "Even if my past isn't as nice as you'd like?"
"Whatever you've been through," I tell him, honestly, "it's made you the man you are today."
"Will you marry me?" he asks. The words are so unexpected and so ridiculously perfect. There's only one way to answer.
"Yes, I'll marry you, but first, tell me your last name.”
I chuckle, and offer her my hand. “Fiona, I’d like to formally introduce myself. I’m Flynn Royal, your fiancé.”
She exhales, happiness filling her eyes. “I’ll marry you tonight, Flynn Royal.”
"Tonight?" I chuckle. "You want to elope?"
Daddy shakes his head, holds up a hand. "No, no, no, no, no. I gave you permission to marry this man, Fiona, but you better give me the honor of throwing my only daughter a big ass wedding."
I smile. "Fine, Daddy.” I whisper in Flynn’s ear, “But that doesn't mean we can't have some fun right now." The things I want to do with Flynn need to be done in a room with a locked door. I don't have time to leave this house, though. I need to be with Flynn right now, today.
There's a knock on the door, and Flynn sets me down.
"I think it's the men coming for the bodies. You get to your bedroom," he tells me. "I'll come find you once they’re gone."
I leave the study, telling both of them that I love them.
"My room's the first door on the right, at the top of the landing," I tell Flynn before walking away.
In my bedroom, I close the door and I undress quickly, with eager anticipation. I want to be with Flynn again, more than I want anything else. Somehow, we've just decided I'll be with him for the rest of my life, and it makes everything more perfect than I ever imagined.
I take off my dress, my panties, my bra. I sit on the edge of my bed, waiting, biting my bottom lip.
When there is a knock and Flynn tells me it's him, I open my mouth. "Come in," I say, "and lock the door behind you."
I hear the click of the lock, and he turns to me. He looks more dangerously handsome than he did yesterday, than he did this morning, like he's ready to devour something. Me.
"You belong to me now," he says.
I lick my lips. "Heart, mind, body," I tell him. He nods, undressing quickly. "Are the bodies gone?" I ask.
"We're not talking about those guys right now," he says. "Your dad left the house. Said he needed to meet with your uncle."
"So we're alone?" I ask.
He nods. "Thank God, too, because my little wife-to-be is sitting naked in her bedroom, which means there's only one thing that's about to happen."
"And what's that?" I ask as he stands before me now, naked, stroking his shaft, stepping closer.
I lick my lips over and over again. Eager, ready, wanting. My pussy is wet as he steps toward me, remembering the way it felt last night when he filled me up.
"If I remember correctly, earlier today, you mentioned something about sucking me off?"
I smile. "Oh, I remember," I say. "I also had another suggestion, didn't I?"
“Fuck, baby. You turn me on so damn good."
"Get on my bed," I tell him. He does as I ask.
I kiss him deeply, my tits swaying against his chest. He takes a nipple, pulling it into his mouth, sucking. My pussy drips for him, and he smacks my ass. On my hands and knees, I straddle him from behind, and I sink my ass right into his face, needing him to lick me up and down.
I may have been at virgin twenty-four hours ago, but I fantasized about coming hard for my man for years. Imagined a man licking my slit up and down until I came in his face, pictured opening my mouth and taking his big thick cock until I gagged.
"You want this?" he asks.
"I want you," I tell him, opening my mouth wide as his tongue finds my core, making my cunt weep, moaning with pleasure as I take his cock in my mouth. And I begin to suck him hard.
Yes, I belong to this hitman.
But more than that, he belongs to me.
Epilogue
Flynn
Six months later…
Fiona looks like an angel. She made her dress and stitched it by hand and there's already been talk about her starting a wedding dress line.
She likes to make up-cycled clothing, but since she made her gown by hand, everyone who’s seen it has marveled at the masterpiece.
It's a true work of art and it hugs her curves so perfectly. I've never seen her ass look so good. And her tits look so nice and juicy. The dress hugs her waistline in the most decadent way.
She smiles at me from across the dance floor. An hour ago, we officially became husband and wife. We were married in the ballroom of the Crown Casino on the Strip, the biggest ballroom her father could find. And while she and I would have been perfectly happy saying “I do” the day we got engaged, her father wanted to throw his daughter the wedding of a lifetime.
The kind of wedding people would be talking about in Vegas for years to come.
We wouldn't begrudge her father his one wish. After all, Fiona's his only child and she's always been Daddy's little girl, but she's my wife now and it's about time for our first dance. We've hired a singer who headlines a show on the Strip to serenade us as we waltz around the dance floor.
As the song begins, I walk toward my bride, reaching for her hands. Rogue is here, and so is Tommy, Lucia at his side. There are plenty of people we know and love who have joined us today and I'm grateful for my brotherhood at the Ruthless Corporation. Sure, there might be blood on our hands, but the family that's joined us from Fiona's side, hell, they're just as messy.
The O'Malleys are competing to rein Vegas against the Morettis, the Italian gangsters in town. And since now I'm a part of the family, I'm going to be learning a hell of a lot more than I ever intended about what it means to be a mobster.
Now I am a part of the family business. Though, for now, I'm happy being a bodyguard.
"Why are you smiling?" Fiona asks. As I wrap my arm around her waist, she tilts her head up. Her lips glossy, her eyes bright. She smiles at me with the purest devotion on her face. My perfect dose of sunshine. I lean in and kiss her, unable to help myself. Our friends and family cheer as our lips lock.
I move her around the dance floor. I whisper in her ear, "I'm smiling because I'm so goddamn happy."
"You don't feel like you have a ball and chain now?" she asks, laughing.
I shake my head. "Hell no. Though I wouldn't mind being locked up with you tonight."
"You want me to handcuff you?" she teases.
I shake my head. "No," I tell her, thankful everyone else is far enough away that I can tell her any dirty thing I'm thinking without anyone listening to us. "Tonight, I just want to fuck you. I want to lick your pussy until you come."
"I want you to come on my tits," she tells me, licking her lips. “How’s that for a wedding night consummation?"
"We can consummate our marriage however the hell we want. It's our life now, yours and mine."
She smiles. "I like that and I can't wait for you to take me out of this dress."
"That's exactly what I was thinking," I tell her, hoping this reception is over sooner rather tha
n later.
By the time we've cut the cake and had plenty of toasts, danced our hearts out and told everyone we loved them a hundred times over, I'm finally able to lift my bride into my arms and take her away.
In the honeymoon suite, I carry her over the threshold, wanting her to know I will carry her anywhere, forever.
"I love you, Fiona."
"I love you more," she says. "Now, about that titty fuck."
I laugh, loving my girl's wild side. "You a little eager?" I tease.
"A little horny is more like it," she says.
Once I've helped her out of her dress, she runs her hand over the lower part of her belly.
"Do you think anyone noticed?" she asks.
I get down on my knees and kiss the teeniest baby bump that no one else knew about except for her and me. She took a test four days ago. She's pregnant with my child.
I look up at her. "No one else knew and I'm glad it was our secret tonight."
"Me too," she says, running her hands through my hair. "I'm so excited to share a life with you."
"Good," I say, "because I'm not going anywhere. I belong to you and you belong to me."
I stand and I take her hand, dragging her to the bed and laying her on her back. Then I straddle my wife. "Is this how you want it? Where you want it?" I ask as she begins to pump my shaft.
"Exactly where I want it," she says, shoving my cock between her perfect tits, so round and juicy.
"I don't want to hurt you," I tell her.
"I'm fine," she says. "I'm not even showing."
"All right," I say, leaning down to kiss her hungrily. Her lips are so sweet, her body so demanding. She wants this, bad.
She massages her breasts together, with my cock between them. "This is where I want you to come," she tells me, "right here."
"Oh, I'll come for you," I promise. "I'll come forever, however you like, whatever you need, I'm here."
"Good," she says, "because I'm ready for you."
She sucks me off, nice and good, and when I’m about to come, I pump my load right where she wants it. She’s begging me to come on her tits, her face, her chest.
“Oh, that’s so hot,” she moans, eager for more. As I finish, she climbs onto her hands and knees. “Put your hard cock in my pussy,” she begs.
I run my fingers over her dripping slit. My cock grows harder by the second as I press three fingers into her wet hole. She grinding her ass against me, her hands fisting the sheets, and I pound her sweet pussy with my hand, harder, deeper, more, making her cry out with need and a hunger like I’ve never heard before.
I massage her ass before tossing her on her back. I don’t want to fuck her from behind on our wedding night. I want to come while looking in her beautiful eyes.
Pressing her thighs apart, I take in her pink cunt. Dripping and ready, I fill my wife up nice and hard. Nice and good. The way she needs.
“Fuck, I love you,” I groan as she opens up for me.
I wrap her in my arms, and we move as one. Wanting more. Everything.
I have killed men in the past, and I would kill again to ensure the mother of my child is safe. Protected. Fiona belongs to me. Forever.
(P.S. This winter, be on the look out for Fiona’s father’s story … I figured with a name like Cane, he deserved a Christmas romance!)
About Frankie
Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men.
As a thirty-something mom who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters.
She also believes in the power of a quickie.
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