by Izzy Slam
Moses pulls me in his arms and I hug him tightly.
“May we come in, sir?”
He asks as if we have a choice. I can feel the tension rolling off Moses in waves, but he steps aside and allows them to come in. “Of course. What seems to be the problem? Did something happen?”
Moses looks from the guests to me, and I shake my head. “No, honey. They’re cleaning up the streets, looking for frauds. I explained to them that—”
Garrus holds up a hand, giving me a stern look. “Please, miss. Your identification.”
I pull in a deep breath and go to the bedroom to get my wallet from my bag, realizing it has my old address on it from before my parents died.
I’m dead.
~Moses~
The second Paige returns, I can tell by the look on her face that something is seriously wrong. This isn’t the first encounter I’ve had with one of the aliens, but it is, by far, the most intimidating. I fear they know she isn’t my daughter, and my heart is telling me I need to pull it together and follow my gut.
When Paige walks off to get her wallet, Garrus takes the tablet from Steve and taps on the screen for several long seconds before he begins to question me.
“According to our online documents, your name is Moses Brighton?”
“That’s correct.”
“And you are the owner of this home.”
“Yes.”
At that moment, Paige reappears, her eyes pleading with me, as though she’s trying to send me a telepathic message. Her discomfort and fear are both easy to see. She slides a card from her billfold, I assume her driver’s license.
Garrus takes it from her grasp, giving it a quick glance.
“And what is your relationship to Paige Wilkins?” Garrus looks right at me, but I can feel Paige’s stare boring into me.
“She’s my girl.”
“Your … girl?” Garrus lifts one brow in confusion.
Paige reaches out and gently slides her fingers up my arm. “The love of his life, right, sweetheart?”
Her smile makes my heart melt like wax, and I let out a long exhale, not realizing I had been holding my breath.
“Yes, baby. The love of my life. My future wife.” I answer, taking her hand and pulling it to my chest.
Paige lights up, but Garrus doesn’t seem convinced. There’s a look of skepticism washing over him. Maybe I took this a little too far.
“You’re engaged?”
Paige and I nod at the same time, and I can’t help but think we might be digging a deeper hole for ourselves.
Garrus looks at Paige’s hand. “Where’s the ring?”
“It’s being sized. We should have it back in a few days.”
Garrus nods slowly, then looks back at her ID.
“According to this,” he says, holding the piece of plastic between his fingers, “you live in Capel City.”
Paige lets out a nervous laugh and I pull her close, answering the question before she can. “That’s my fault. I haven’t had a chance to take her into town and have it changed.”
“And how long have you lived here?”
“Mm, it’s been what?” I say, looking at Paige. “Close to a year now?”
“That happiest year of my life.” She smiles and rests her head on my chest, and all I want to do is feel the rest of her body on me. Weird to feel that way at a time like this, but the animal in me just can’t seem to stop thinking of her.
“So, if we question the neighbors, they will confirm this? They will say that they have seen Miss Wilkins here for a year?”
Fuck. I sure didn’t see that coming.
“I mean, they may, they may not. To be honest, I’m not all that close with my neighbors.”
Thank fuck that part is true. I know them, but we don’t talk that much. But if Garrus does go poking around the neighborhood to confirm our story, they will probably take her away.
“Hmph,” is his only reply.
“Most people on this island … we try to mind our own business, know what I mean? You just don’t know who you can trust nowadays.” I laugh and run a hand through my hair as Garrus hands the tablet back to Steve.
Steve. He’s too quiet. I’m sure he’s been forced into this position by the guests as a connection to the internal documents maintained by the government. It’s also supposed to make the guests seem more appealing and less intimidated to be accompanied by a human “assistant.”
“When is the wedding?”
“Next weekend,” I answer, without hesitation. “Right here in our back yard.”
“Sounds lovely. Maybe I will come and witness the ceremony.”
“We’d love to have you,” Paige says, reaching out to touch his hand. “And you too, Steve. The more the merrier.”
Garrus gets details on the day and time, and I walk them to the door. Once they’re gone, I watch through the window to see if they make their way to my neighbors, but fortunately, they disappear down the street.
I hear Paige’s footsteps behind me, and when I turn to face her, she looks white as a ghost.
“Hey, don’t worry. It’ll be fine.”
She walks my way and falls into my arms, and my chest feels so full. But I’d also be lying if I didn’t say that my cock is growing hard at the sudden turn of events. Pretending to be Paige’s fiancé is just as much a turn on as pretending to be her daddy.
“I’m scared,” she murmurs into my chest.
I run my hands down her back, stopping just above the swell of her ass as I hug her tightly. “Don’t be scared, baby girl. Daddy will look out for you.”
Peering into my eyes, Paige seems to have a tiny ray of hope. “You … still want me to call you daddy?”
I cup her face, feeling my erection grow.
Fuck it.
If we’re going to get married, which we obviously have to now, I might as well show Paige just hard how she makes my body respond.
“I thought you liked it,” I growl, feeling my cock bulge against the zipper of my pants.
Paige pulls in a rush of air as the color returns to her face. “I—I do like it. A lot.”
I hover my lips near hers, so close I can almost taste her. “And can’t you see how much I like it as well?” I ask, letting my hands glide down to her ass, cupping her bottom and pulling her to me.
“Oh,” she says breathlessly. “I guess so.”
I flick my tongue out and trail it along her lower lip, and she moans uncontrollably before doing the same and offering me her tongue. My dick leaks pre-cum, and I press my lips to hers, kissing her slowly as her body melts against mine. Fuck, she tastes so sweet I don’t want to wait a fucking week to marry her.
“I—I can hardly breathe,” she says, running her soft hands up my chest. “I wasn’t expecting all this.”
“Well, thanks to this sudden turn of events, I think we should take the opportunity to explore one another, don’t you think?”
I run my hands up her back and along her sides, wanting like fuck to cup her breasts, to tug her shirt up, to see her pretty little tits and suck her buds past my lips, feel her squirm and hear her whimper. I want to get to know every inch of her curves, see how she responds to my touch, my tongue, my fingers, all of it.
Paige pulls away from me, and even though I can see those nipples of hers pricking against the cotton of her shirt, she sinks her teeth into her lower lip.
“I agree. But I’m a virgin, so you’re going to have to show me what to do.”
I can’t contain the sound that rumbles up my throat. My baby girl is a virgin? I should have known.
I softly brush my thumb over her pert nipple, and she gives me that whimper I’ve been dying for.
“I will teach you everything you need to know about pleasing me. But not until you are my bride and not a minute sooner.”
The look of disappointment on Paige’s face only makes me harder. But I fear this next week will be just as torturous for me as it will be for her.
Chapter
Five
~Paige~
Moses is gone a lot over the next few days, saying that he has business dealings. I’m not sure what he’s referring to, but he said something about following up with some of these corporations who initially offered to sponsor some of the homeless people to see if they’re interested in investing in his marketing startup.
On Friday, he leaves at six in the morning, handing me several hundred dollars in cash before kissing me on the forehead, telling me to splurge on whatever I want, and that he won’t be back until after dinnertime. Naturally, I want to buy things I know he will like, so I find the lingerie section of the clothing store and buy a nice sampling of bras, G-strings, and lacy teddies to wear on the honeymoon he’s promised me. Moses also reminds me he hasn’t forgotten about our wedding rings and that he’s taking me next week to buy me something special.
He comes from money, that’s plain to see. Apparently, his father left him a lot of money when he died, and Moses has used it to start a lot of side businesses that are self-running, or so he says.
The worst part of all of this is that he makes me continue to sleep in the guest room, even though I want so desperately to sleep next to him. I don’t think he knows how lonely I’ve been. And now that I’ve found someone willing to marry me in order to keep me safe, I want to give myself to him. All of myself. I’m aching to have his hands touch me everywhere, and to feel him inside of me, bringing me pleasure that my hands simply can’t.
I know he wants to wait until we’re married to have sex, which is strange because I’m sure that once the aliens are gone at the end of the summer, Moses will move on to someone else, so why is he so determined to keep me “pure” until we’re legally wed? This is the one thing I haven’t been able to figure out. He’s kind of being forced into this, so I won’t blame him or hold a grudge when we part ways. I never expected him to fall in love with me. But I do plan to make the most of this summer, living the good life with the most gorgeous man I’ve ever known.
Saturday night I’m awake until three o’clock in the morning, hormones raging through my system. I can’t help but touch myself, letting my fingers softly tease my nipples as I stroke my clit. I want to cum so much, but I stop myself because I need that release with Moses. I’ve never edged like this before and it leaves me feeling frustrated as hell.
I finally manage to fall asleep, and when I wake up on Sunday morning, I smell pancakes and coffee. I look at the clock and see that it’s almost noon. Shocked, I kick the covers off me, stretching and yawning as I silently wish my sexy daddy was in her to peel down my thong underwear and trail his tongue right there where my heat is the greatest.
The moment I sit up in bed, Moses slowly pushes the door open.
“Good morning, sweet princ—” He stops dead, his eyes dropping when he sees I’m not wearing a shirt.
On instinct, I cover my chest with an arm. “Good morning, daddy. I, um, sleep in the nude. Usually.”
His jaw ticks. “I see that. Put … uh…. put some clothes on and come out here for breakfast.”
“Okay.” I let my arm fall down as he pulls the door closed, giving him a teasing glimpse of my pert breasts. I’ll bet that I can get him to change his mind about not laying a hand on me if I prance around half naked.
Let’s see just how disciplined my daddy really is.
I pull on a sleeveless shirt that’s thin and a little snug, leaving the bottom half of me as-is. Before heading out, I lightly rub my nipples, making them nice and hard. By the time I get to the kitchen, Moses is spooning some blueberries into a bowl.
“Smells yummy, daddy. Do you need some cream for your coffee?” I open the fridge and bend down, peering all the way to the back. I can almost feel Moses’s eyes hit my ass, and it makes my pussy swell with need.
“It’s over here, baby girl. And I thought I told you to put some clothes on.”
I turn around and watch his eyes float over my body as he leans against the counter. “I do have clothes on. Underwear, shirt, the works.”
I turn my attention to the coffee pot, pouring some into an empty mug. Moses shakes his head and chuckles softly. “Is this intentional? Or are you just being cluelessly adorable right now?”
“What do you mean?”
He studies me for a moment as I pull my long hair over my shoulder. “Six days until we are married, and you’re giving me the erection of a lifetime.”
“Am I, really?” As soon as I ask, I look down and see the long, tubular shape take form in his pants. My folds swell, and the crotch of my thongs is suddenly soaked.
“Yes, really,” he answers, picking up a cup of coffee and taking a sip.
I notice his cock twitch under the fabric of his pants, and I can’t help but moan. “Well,” I say, stepping in his direction. “I know one surefire way to get rid of that erection.”
“I know several, and not a single one of them will involve my cock going inside of you. Not until we are husband and wife. You’re my sweet little virgin, and you’ll stay that way until vows are exchanged.”
I press my body to his and look up into his dark, sexy eyes. His cock bumps against my tummy and I pull his hand up to my mouth. “But daddy, you can use this part of me and still leave my virginity intact.” I wrap my lips around his finger and suck softly, and the growl that erupts from him makes me tremble.
“You’re being very naughty,” he grumbles, watching my lips move up and down his index finger.
I give the tip a playful bite, smiling at him. “That’s because my little pussy hurts, and I need to have a good, hard cum. You don’t want your baby girl to be in pain all week, do you?”
Another noise creeps up his throat as he grips my ass and lifts me off the floor. I wrap my legs around his waist and hug him tightly as he presses his mouth to mine, his tongue eagerly exploring mine.
I can’t help but start to rub against his rock-hard abs, wanting so desperately to have that release. Both of us are groaning uncontrollably by now. And when he carries me to the living room and sits on the couch, dropping my pussy right over his cock as he holds my ass with his big palms, my body grows hotter with intense desire.
“All right, baby girl. Give me that cum you need. Rub that sweet little pussy on daddy’s cock.”
Huffing as I work my fingers through his dark hair, I do as he says, grinding my pelvis in slow circles, feeling his hardness bounce against my folds every few seconds.
“But what about you, daddy?” I squeak. “You … you need to cum too, don’t you?”
As he fists my hair, he presses his lips to my ear. “The way you’re moving right now, my sweet little girl, you’re making me so fucking hard. And yes, I will cum. Just don’t stop working that hot little ass over my dick.”
“Mmmm,” I purr, loving the way he talks so dirty to me. It ignites a fire in my core, and I end up bouncing lightly up and down as my clit grows hotter, bigger. My entire body is getting a workout as I thrust against him, and when I can’t hold back any longer, I cum so hard I cry out in pleasure, legs trembling and pussy quivering.
Warm fluid gushes out of me, soaking Moses’s crotch with my juices. And I wonder, if I came this hard masturbating on his cock, I can only imagine how good it will be when he’s inside of me.
~Moses~
Paige’s body is irresistible. Who am I kidding? Everything about her is irresistible. When I walked in her bedroom just a few moments ago, thinking she was asleep and saw her pink-tipped breasts, I damn near exploded in my pants.
Fuck. No girl has ever had this effect on me.
And then when she came out and bent over while rooting around in the refrigerator, displaying her perfect ass, it took every ounce of restraint I had to not shove my dick balls deep in her hot little snatch. There’s something so tasty about Paige, the way her innocence turns me into a frenzied animal.
I didn’t know her sweet, angelic body was hurting because she wanted me so badly. Hell, I’ve been hurting too. My balls, my cock, every in
ch of me is aching to take her. I have to allow her that release, and what better way to do that than by making her rub that special area between her legs on me? Even with pants on, I’m enjoying the fuck out of her. And I can feel the heat of her pussy pressing into my erection.
I hold onto her ass as she hugs me tightly, unable to contain the animalistic growls that are bounding up from my chest. Her body quivers as she cums, and my dick is a rod of steel that aches for the same release.
“That’s a good girl,” I moan against her neck, smelling her scent as my balls fill up.
After her hips slow down, and her breathing is less ragged, I run my hands up her front, feeling my cock twitch. I’m so close to cumming. Good god, you’d think I was twenty again and not approaching forty with the way my body is reacting. Her nipples are like tiny pebbles through the soft cotton, and as I lift the material, exposing those delicate looking cherries, I just have to have a sample.
“Oh,” Paige purrs as I flick my tongue over the hardened bud. “Your tongue. It …. It feels so good, daddy.”
Fuck. That’s all it takes. I growl as she addresses me, giving one upward thrust as I shoot my load, white-hot seed spurting against the denim of my pants. I fist her small breasts, suckling her nipples one at a time as she mews and grinds her hot ass on my throbbing dick still bursting cum from my slit.
“Damnit, my little angel,” I tell her, kissing the creamy flesh of her breasts. “How am I going to be able to wait six more days to fill you up?”
She giggles as she pulls her shirt down. “I don’t know. Maybe we should elope.”
Elope.
How pathetic would that be? To be so hard up to take my girl’s sweet innocence that I have to push the wedding date up?
No. I won’t be that undisciplined. I’ll savor every fucking second of torture I have to go through for my bride.
Besides, I’ve been so busy over the last few days getting everything in order for Saturday, from arranging our honeymoon in the mountains to lining up the minister and guests, all the way to ordering her wedding gown—one so beautiful it accentuates the beauty of my bride.
