by M. K. Moore
Her father, Walt, is standing next to her, bringing her to me. Then she is before me, our hands clasped. The minister does his thing and then we are married. At the end of the ceremony, Paris and Friedrich walk out together. There’s something there, their argument at the rehearsal dinner proved that, but as Paris is underage, I know that will have to wait. My brother is the least patient man I’ve ever known so this should be fun to watch, but not today. Today is about Savannah and me.
Everything is happening in the blink of an eye, but at the end of the day it’s just us. We leave the tent that we set up for the reception.
Hand in hand, we stroll along the beach barefoot.
“I am so happy right now,” she says breathlessly. In the pale moonlight, she looks like an angel.
“Me too,” I reply stopping in order to kiss her.
“What was that for?” she asks grinning. I can just make her features out due to the moon’s brightness.
“Because I had to. Because I can’t resist you. Because you are mine and I’ll never stop kissing you. You’re mine.
“Oh wow,” she says before kissing me again.
I lead her down to a secluded alcove. It’s past midnight and we are the only ones on the beach. I take my jacket off and lay it down in the sand as a makeshift blanket. She drops down on it gracefully. Sitting down next to her, I pull her into my arms. We aren’t leaving for our honeymoon until six in the morning, so I am all about spending the rest of the time we have here with her. We can sleep when we get to Maui. I kiss her lips, down her jaw, and slowly untie the knot of her dress of at her neck. It falls to her waist and her perfect tits are revealed to me. I bury my face in her chest sucking one nipple into my mouth and then the other. I find the end of her dress and run my fingers up her leg. I find she’s not wearing panties and I grin. She’s wet and ready for me, but I can’t help teasing her folds. She opens my pants and pulls my cock out stroking it. Groaning, I remove my fingers from her pussy and push her back on the sand. Her grip is gone from my cock. Pushing her dress up to her waist, I kiss her pretty pussy. Her hands grip my hair, hard and she pulls me away.
“Alright, I get it,” I say, chuckling. She smiles at me.
“Oh, good. I need more.” I line my cock up with her opening and rest it there. I could come just from this.
“I love you, wife.”
“I love you, husband.” I close my eyes and let that sink in as I sink into her. I am her husband now. I have a wife. As I make love to my wife, I realize that everything I have ever wanted has happened.
Every day with this woman is better than the last and I can’t wait for all the rest of them.
Epilogue
Savannah
Five Years Later
“Just like that,” I moan as quietly as possible while my sexy husband eats my pussy like a motherfucking boss. I used to hate that he was so good at this, but now that I know it’s all for me and it’s only ever been for me, I am a bit more relaxed. Of course, that might have something to do with the fact that I am well on my way to my fourth orgasm of the night.
Our daughters, Era, and Patience are already down for the night, hence us being as quiet as possible. Our house is huge, but even so, we don’t want to scar them for life. Our two toddlers are our pride and joy, but the nights are just for us. My husband is methodical and tender at the same time. He treats me like a queen and a whore. Why do I like that so much? I should be offended or ashamed or something, but that isn’t the case. Not even close. He likes to make sure I am super wet and ready to handle that massive cock of his. Just thinking about it has my mouth dry. I swallow thickly. I think about him pushing into me over and over and that speeds up this orgasm. Like it’s on hyperdrive. God, I am such a nympho, but this man has turned me into this.
When I come again, I have to push his head away from me. He places soft kisses up my torso and up to my aching nipples. He is gentle until he reaches my lips. Brutally, he kisses me. Immediately, I taste my juices which causes me to moan. His thick beard is soaked from my essence and it turns me on even more.
Pulling back from the kiss, he leans up on his elbows, looking down at me. His eyes trace over the matching candy canes I have tattooed on my collarbone. His name is wrapped around them. To say that I am obsessed with him and candy canes would be an understatement. I think that I have shown that multiple times over the years. It is not the only ink I have but it is the ink that means the most. Some would say it is absolutely insane to get the name of your spouse tattooed on you, but I am not one of those people.
Emmerich and I are forever. Don’t ask me how I know that, I just do.
His cock makes contact with my clit and I shudder. He drags the length of himself threw my wet, sticky, demanding folds. He likes to tease me, and I like to be teased by him. Only him. Each brush of the dark hair at the base of his cock tickles my bare pussy. I shiver from the contact and goosebumps break out across my skin, each touch is beginning to be too much. Though I know he'll never stop until we're both panting for breath and unable to move.
"Savvy, I love you," he says just like he does every single time he has entered me. He waits for my response. He won't give us what we both need until I give him the words he needs to hear. I moan, frustrated.
"I love you too, Rickey." Before the last word is out, he is balls deep inside me fucking the shit out of me. I have come to crave his touch. His cock. His love. He makes me whole. My nails rake down his back, my heels dig into his ass, spurring him on making him go faster and faster and faster until I don't know up from down, or left from right. Hell, I probably couldn't even tell you what time it is right now. This is what he does to me.
Grabbing my hips, he pounds harder and harder into me, making me see stars as I come again. He leans his head down to kiss me and all Is lost. I give him my mouth, my tongue, and my soul in this kiss. He groans my name and he comes inside of me. I can feel his cock twitching in me as he does. It is a hot, sticky torrent and I know I will be feeling him for days. If I wasn't already two months pregnant, I am certain I would be after that. I haven't told him yet. I have a little surprise all worked out for him for tomorrow.
We've been trying for two years and I was starting to think that something was wrong, but I guess it just wasn't time yet. While still inside of me, he rolls over onto his back, pulling me along with him. Chest to chest like this, I look into his eyes. They are still a little glazed over with lust and the thought of that makes me happy.
"What are you thinking about?" I ask, running my fingers through his chest hair.
"You," he says so matter of factly that it causes me to smile. I lean up and kiss him soundly.
I am exhausted. Not just from the epic round of sex we just had, but from the day. We are still based out of Atlantic City, but Emmerich has since become the president of Tresoro Family Ice Cream Co. though they have expanded to other areas of confections. So, he’s gone all day and I understand that. His workload is overwhelming now. His father retired last year. His parents are currently traveling the world. They are doing the things he promised her when they met, back before the company took off and all those plans got put on the back burner. My parents have joined them as they have become the best of friends. How could they not? With Emmerich and I being married and not to mention Paris and Friedrich, but that is a whole other story.
I have split my time between a local news show, Good Morning with Savannah and Teryn and a national show called What Not to Cook. I do a daily segment on cooking as well as co-host the morning show. It’s on at nine, so I don’t have to be up too crazy early. What Not To Cook is me helping people prepare for dinner parties or weddings they are doing themselves. It’s a lot of fun, but I miss most weekends with the girls, and I am hoping to change that soon. I just pitched an idea for a show that I would do out of our home. I’ll invite celebrities to come and cook with me. I should hear back about it tomorrow. Fingers crossed. If I don’t get it, I will be downsizing to just the morning show. With the
new baby on the way, I can’t afford to miss any more milestones.
Underneath me, Emmerich flexes his hips, reminding me that he’s still hard as a rock inside of me. I grin and kiss his pec, the pec that has my name tattooed on it, before lifting up. My hair flows down around us as I begin to move. When I am on top, I feel powerful. His big hands cup my boobs, pinching my nipples just how I like. He knows my body so well and I know his. Every scar on him has been analyzed by me.
“Come on baby, milk my cock,” he demands so I speed up my movements. I need more. I need him to take control. Only he gets me off so good.
“Rickey, please,” I beg, moving my fingers to circle my clit. Just as I get a good rhythm going, he grabs my wrist forcefully, pulling my hand away from my cunt.
“What?” I moan.
“That is my fucking job, Savvy. You know that,” he says gripping my hips and flipping us over. I am on my back again, looking up at him. He’s not moving, but he pulls out of me. He’s so handsome. He’s strong. So strong. I can see the corded muscles rippling in his arms, his neck. I can feel them on his back. I am enthralled by him and I am the luckiest woman in the world for I am the only one who gets to say he’s all mine. “It is my pleasure,” he says kissing me. “My honor.” Another kiss. “My right to make sure you come. Do not deny me this Savannah Hayley Tresoro.”
“I’m sorry, Rickey,” I say my eyes pleading with him. He grins and kisses me again.
“Savvy, I love you.”
“I love you, too Rickey,” I say immediately, and I am rewarded with him slowly entering me. So slowly. Too slowly. I move my hips and my fingers grip his forearms. My scratching the hell out of him finally gets him moving. I can already tell this is going to be a fast fuck. Reaching down, he rubs and pinches my clit until I am going off like a geyser. Forgetting myself, I shout his name over and over until he clamps a hand over my mouth.
“Shh, pretty baby,” he says thrusting a few more minutes before he finally comes again. Pulling out of me, he moves to his side of the bed.
“That was amazing,” I gasp. It’s hard to breathe, my hair is in sweaty tendrils all around me on my pillow.
“It always is, Savvy and it always will be,” he says. I love how sure of that fact he is. I agree wholeheartedly.
I fall asleep, but I wake up a little while later. I’m still naked, but Emmerich has thrown on some pajama pants. The girls have a habit of starting out in their rooms but ending up in ours. I pull on his robe from the bench at the foot of the bed. Going down the hall I check on Patience first. Her room is the closest to ours. She isn’t there, so before I panic, I check the next room and find her on the other bed in her sister’s room. They are both on their tummies one leg kicked out of the covers. You can definitely tell they are related. Softly chuckling, I pull the door closed and go into the kitchen. I need a drink now. My throat is so dry. I am standing in front of the open fridge drinking a glass of water when Emmerich comes up behind me. He wraps his arms around my waist and nuzzles my neck.
“Come back to bed, baby,” he murmurs.
“In a minute. I am starving,” I say pulling out leftovers from dinner.
“That sounds good,” he says helping me get it all out. I heat the baked potato, but the steak I want cold. This is the first pregnancy craving I have had, and I am going to savor it.
After devouring our late-night snack, we walk back to bed hand in hand.
“Man, I am so tired,” I say before climbing back into bed.
“Get that robe off, Savvy. I need to fuck my kid into you.”
“Too late,” I say without thinking.
“What?”
“I am already pregnant. Your job here is done.” I snuggle under the covers and move closer to him.
“Fuck yeah, but my job is never done.”
Later, after more epicness, I am half laying on him and half on my side of the bed. I know that I am drooling on his arm, but he doesn’t care.
“When will my son be here?” he asks groggily. I can’t help smiling into his arm. He is such a guy.
“Seven months and it could be another little princess,” I say reminding him of that fact. We seem to produce girls. Being a girl mom is fun, but a little spitting image of Emmerich running around would be just as awesome.
“Heaven, help me,” he groans.
I giggle and sleep hard.
Seven short months later, our daughter, Dream, was born.
Take that, husband.
Because I get to spend the rest of my life in this man’s arms, I know it’s going to be amazing.
Epilogue
Emmerich
Fifteen Years Later
Outnumbered is what I am. Besides my woman, I am surrounded by our daughters. I am the only man in the family, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I have broken up my fair share of girl fights over hairbrushes, Tommy D from elementary school, and whose turn it is to do the dishes, but I have also witnessed some of the most heartwarming sister helping sister moments over the last few years. Our life hasn’t always been rainbows and sunshine, but it works for us.
Our careers are still going strong. I have been president of the company for years now. We moved into candy making about eighteen years ago and recently we moved into frozen foods like pizza and French fries. It’s been quite lucrative. Savannah is still a chef, but she’s not on TV as much as she was. We own three restaurants together. Two are in Atlantic City and the other is in Manhattan.
Our youngest, Dream, is fourteen going on forty. She is an artist and believes in Bohemian love and peace and all that shit. I don’t understand it, but I do know that I will have nothing but trouble with her and boys over the next couple of years. I really don’t know what the hell I am going to do with her.
Our middle child, Patience, lives up to her name. She is calm and patient and if I am being honest our most well-behaved child. She is eighteen and starting college in September. She is taking after her Aunt Paris. She wants to be a veterinarian and I support that wholeheartedly.
Our oldest, Era, is nineteen. She is getting married today and that I do not support. She’s too young. Too naive. She has no idea what the world is all about. Her fiancé isn’t good enough for her, but I was outvoted, not that I really got a say in the matter. The little shit didn’t even ask me for permission to marry my baby. I was no better, but that was entirely different. I married Savannah after less than a week of knowing her. Ryan and Era have been dating since eighth grade. I am sure he thought I figured it was a foregone conclusion, but it would have been nice to be asked.
I am still fuming as I put on my tuxedo. My girl picked out a hot pink vest with a black bow tie. I look like a fucking jackass, but I’d do anything for my girls. So, hot pink vest it is. My wife comes into the bedroom from the ensuite bathroom. She is just in her slip, fresh from a shower. My thoughts immediately go to dirtying her up again. Damn, even after all these years, she is still just as gorgeous as the day I met her. Every single day I thank God that she is mine. I knew in the first second of seeing her that she’d be my wife.
“What’s wrong?” she asks me, frowning.
“Nothing,” I reply hastily.
“Liar. She’ll be fine.” I shake my head. How the fuck did she know?
“She won’t be.”
“She’s a grown woman, Rickey.”
“I don’t want to talk about her right now,” I say, stalking over to her, opening my pants and freeing my hard cock as I go.
“Oh, you don’t?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.
“No, I don’t.” I lift her into my arms, her legs wrap around my waist. I walk us over to the nearest wall. She doesn’t have any panties on, and my cock finds her pussy already wet for me. “Love you, Savvy,” I say just as I have always done. I wait for her response. The pause in between is tantamount to pain. Sometimes she is quick, other times she tortures me. This time she is quick about it. Thank fuck.
“Love you more,” she says breathlessly. I slam my c
ock into her. It’s so much deeper at this angle and she moans my name. This can be called nothing but fucking. It’s fast and filthy. It’s been twenty years and I can’t get enough of this woman. She is everything I ever dreamed of. I feel her tight pussy squeezing my cock as she comes. I fill her cunt with my seed. I set her down gently and she kisses me softly.
“What was that?” I ask. The kiss itself wasn’t weird. We kiss constantly. It was the way she did it.
“You’re a good man, Rickey. You can let her go,” she says with one of her soft hands on my cheek. Her dark hair is curly today, so I reach up and wrap a tendril around my index finger. It’s so soft. If we didn’t have somewhere to be, I’d take immense pleasure in fucking it up.
“I don’t know if I can,” I say tucking my cock back into my slacks.
“Why not?”
“I have several reasons, Savvy. Several.”
“Give me one,” she says.
“He’s,” I start to say but she cuts me off.
“I want to hear a good one.”
“Fine. He won’t be able to take care of her.” I know that I am starting to sound like a petulant child.
“Really?” she asks. “He has a great job and a trust fund that rivals hers. He built her a house, just down the street. How can he not take care of her?” she demands, hands on her hips.
“I don’t mean money. I mean in ways that matter.”
“He can. You’ve done your job, Rickey. You really can let her go.”
“Will he be able to protect her?” I ask sitting on the bench at the foot of the bed, burying my head in my hands.
“Emmerich, you know he can. He loves her and their baby.” I jerk my head up.
