Big Daddy SEAL
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“I’m down. And as Dad would say, ‘if it’s worth doing once…’” I looked at Richard expectantly with my own smirk.
“Really?” Richard sighed, placing his hands on his hips. I nodded. “Fine. It’s worth doing a thousand times.”
Richard
Epilogue 2
Halloween Masquerade Party
“Fuck.” Gloria’s storm gray eyes nearly rolled out of her head at the sight of the ring. She almost dropped her glass and silver mask. I had them commissioned at the same time; our masks were really one full face mask that was split in half.
Two halves of the same soul.
“That wasn’t really the effect I was going for.” I raised an eyebrow, looking up at her from my bent knee proposal. My own mask was placed on the carpeted floor next to me. I wanted to do this later on in the evening, but odds were that we wouldn’t be alone like this again.
The Halloween masquerade was on full tilt in the ballroom next door. Gloria and I were in an adjacent even room that was almost as big. Muffled music, dancing, and laughing could be heard through the wall. Candelabras and flowers filled the room with exotic scents and mysterious, uneven lighting.
A few guests that cut through this room hushed their conversations, when they saw me on one knee. There was a sensation of awe and wonder everywhere, except the only place that mattered; directly in front of me. Could I have misread our relationship? Was I moving too fast for Gloria?
Maybe this was a mistake. I began to stand up.
“Wait!” She pulled her mask off and reached a hand out toward me. “Shit, I’m sorry. You caught me off guard. Can we start over?”
I smirked, settling back down on my knee. I was again reminded why I loved this woman so much. Gloria was so unapologetically genuine. She always kept me on my toes, or in this case off them.
“Gloria Grant,” I started again. I raised the box containing the engagement ring I bought. The ring—like her—was very special, and extremely hard to find. I finally opened the box and let her see the modest, yet rare artifact. “Will you marry me?”
“Yes!” Gloria choked out the word, trying not to cry and failing. She tightly wrapped her arms around me like she had fallen off a boat, and I was the life preserver thrown in to save her. There was a quiver in her voice that warmed my bones. “Oh my God, yes!”
After a dozen tear-stained kisses, she let me go long enough to actually look at the ring. I couldn’t hide the pride I felt in getting her one I knew she’d like.
“Holy shit. Is that…” Her bottom lip quivered. “Missy Gladstone’s ring!”
I nodded, smiling.
Gloria had turned me onto her favorite band Twilight Son. They were a three-piece ensemble from the seventies. The bassist married the drummer early in their career, and they both died in a plane crash ten years ago. It took a lot of money and time, but I was able to track down the original engagement ring.
“You are amazing!” Gloria wasn’t the type of girl to squeal, but she came awfully close as she held it up to get a better look at it. “How?”
“That doesn’t matter.” I picked her up easily. I might tell her about the whole arduous process someday, but not now. I wanted her to remember today as the day she became engaged; nothing else.
“Y’know, you don’t have to do this,” She said, blotting at her cheeks to not spread her mascara further. “You already lost the bet.”
“I won something far better than an inheritance.” I said, ignoring my vibrating phone. No one was going to take me away from this moment.
“You are so goddamn cheesy,” She smiled broader than I’d ever seen before. “I love you so damn much.”
“I—” My phone hadn’t stopped vibrating. I took it out of my pocket, intent on throwing it across the room when Gloria stopped me. She looked up at me and told me to answer it. “It’s my assistant.”
“Go.” Gloria rubbed the deep maroon of her lipstick off my lips and cheeks. “I need to put my face back on and gloat to Molly anyways. You’d better come find me when you’re done.”
“Nothing could keep me away.” I kissed her long and passionately, ruining what was left of her lipstick. “Remember to wear your mask. This is a masquerade after all.”
Gloria sighed, frowning. She did her best to tolerate the party’s theme. She loved the mask, but didn’t love actually wearing it.
I slipped on my masquerade mask, straightened my tux, and went to the kitchen.
There was an argument with one of the chefs, and some administration noise for me to clear up, but soon enough everything was running smoothly again. I made my way through the dance hall to find Gloria.
“Hell of a ride, huh?” Lucas had stepped off stage and grabbed my shoulder. He’d been chatting with the band while they set up for their next song. His long hair fell all around the black skull mask he wore. He nodded toward the table where Gloria, Molly, and Judy sat. Gloria was showing them the ring. I couldn’t suppress the happiness I felt at seeing the excited smile sweep across her face as she talked about it.
Every time I looked at her, I felt warm all over.
“I used to think we were cursed to always come out on top, but never win,” Lucas said, slowly shaking his head at his pregnant wife and burgeoning new family. He still had trouble accepting that this wasn’t just a really good dream he’d wake up from. This was his life now.
“Yeah.” I threw an arm around my younger brother and jerked him to the side roughly. Because of our competitive natures, our brotherly love was always rough like how dogs played. “Dad would’ve finally been proud.” I shook him. “Don’t screw it up.”
“Speak for yourself, old man.” He flashed me a grin, nodded, then broke away as the band started to play the song he wrote for Molly. In true Lucas-style, he parted the crowd and slid on his knees to the table our women were sitting at.
I walked over like a normal person, when an argument across the hall caught my attention. Judging from the size and shape of the man getting yelled at, I knew right away that it was NFL MVP Garrett Walker. I hadn’t met him, but I remembered seeing his name on the guest list my assistant forwarded me.
I didn’t envy that poor bastard right now; his wife was really laying into him about something. It wasn’t any of my business, I decided. I had more important matters before me, like a fiancé to dance with.
“The trick to a masquerade party is to keep the mask on,” I said to Gloria with a smirk. She only humored me with this party. She never liked a lot of pomp and ceremony.
“Oh my fucking God!” Gloria roared, tearing the mask off and slapping it on the table. “There. Now it’s on the table.”
Judy and I laughed. Judy must’ve been giving Gloria grief about not wearing the mask either.
Richard
Epilogue 3
“Hi, Judy.” I smiled warmly to her. “Do you mind if I steal my wife for a dance?”
Judy looked great. She wore a light blue dress with a beautifully homemade mask. This sort of event definitely appealed to her, it was a shame she couldn’t share this with her boyfriend. From everything Gloria told me about Doug, Judy was too good for that complete waste of space.
“Actually,” Gloria started. There was a look of concern on her face that bothered me. It made me wonder what Judy’s boyfriend fucked up this time. “Judy and I were in the middle—”
“I don't mind at all,” Judy said in her customary, chipper, upbeat voice. She stood up and offered a little smile, before walking out into the dance floor. “I need to go find Doug, and harass him into at least one dance, before he gets too drunk and makes another scene.”
“Everything alright?” I asked, watching Judy leave.
“I don’t know.” Gloria’s lips pulled to one side of her face in a confused frown. “I’ll talk to her tomorrow. How about you? You put out all the fires?”
“We’re alright.” I looked down at Gloria’s hand. It looked so fucking good with that ring on it. “What’d they say?”
When the song ended, my assistant took the stage and called out for me to come take the microphone.
“Please tell me you didn’t set up some grand gesture that would put me in the spotlight in a room full of strangers…”
“No. of course not,” I said, texting my assistant to cancel the announcement. Gloria saw through my lie and smiled. I stood up and grabbed Gloria’s hand. “OK. You caught me. Let’s get out of here before they find us.”
Gloria laughed, no doubt reminded of the last time we were at this golf course for a party. I guess we’d never get through a whole night at one of these events, and honestly, that was fine by me. As long as she was by my side, I couldn’t care less about these parties.
I led her out of the main hall, down a few large hallways, and into an audio visual supply closet. Not the most romantic of locations, but at least no one would find us here. Eventually they gave up on the announcements and the band resumed. Even at this distance, I could still feel them playing through the walls and floor.
“I think we’ve lost them.” She laughed, panting from our quick exit and light jog.
The room was small, cramped, and stuffed with electronics. The terrible, cold, overhead fluorescent lighting made Gloria look even paler than she usually looked, but it still couldn’t rob her of her natural beauty. The flickering light also deepened her thunderstorm eyes, making her look even more mysterious.
I would have the rest of my life to explore everything about Gloria, I realized.
“What is it?” She asked, noting my broad smile.
None of the answers that swam to the forefront of my mind could convey how blessed I felt at that moment. Nothing I could say would capture the way I saw her, and how much I loved her.
So I kissed her instead.
My lips went on a tour of her neck and ears. I dragged my teeth down her soft, pale skin. With one hand on the middle of her back and one cradling the back of her head, I pushed her against the wall hard enough to make electronic equipment on the nearby shelves rattle.
We fell into each other.
Gloria let out a heavy erotic sigh and began wrenching at the lapels of my suit. She liked the edge of roughness. I liked giving her what she wanted…after a bit of teasing.
“You know,” Gloria said in between smiling, spikes of breath, as I worked my mouth down her collarbone. “People are going to wonder where you are.”
“Let them.” I tugged the zipper down the back of her black dress and worked my other hand behind the loosening fabric. With a quick snap of her bra clasp, and shrug of her shoulders, all the fabric fell to the floor.
Gloria was naked save her panties, low heels, and a devilish smile.
I gasped in air at the sight of perky tits and hardening nipples. She was so damn perfect. A wave of near-incontrollable lust boiled inside of me, making my cock ache from the sudden blood rush. A moan escaped me as I licked my lips and scoured every inch of her soft, glowing skin.
Gloria’s dark eyes deepened when she saw the hold she had on me. I couldn’t imagine ever wanting anyone else than her, and she knew it.
I loosened my bow tie, as she slid my jacket off, and unbuttoned my shirt.
I pulled off my sleeveless fitted undershirt, and watched her eyes light up at the hard rows of my abs and chest muscles. Like a moth drawn to my fire, her hands were on me, sliding over my every carved valley and solid ridge.
“I’ve always wanted to fuck in an AV closet.” Gloria smiled as she pulled my belt free with a sudden jerk, and smoothed my pants off my hips, letting them fall to the ground. The thick, rigid outline of my hard cock strained against my tight black briefs. Gloria bit the corner of her lip when she caught sight of it. “High school me would be so impressed right now.”
“High school you couldn’t imagine how hard you’re about to come. Not in her wildest dreams.” I swept everything off a nearby cabinet and sat Gloria down on top.
Flat screen monitors crashed around me and fizzled against the concrete floor. A few shards of glass and plastic sprayed over my pants, ripping small holes in the fabric. That didn’t matter. Seeing her like that made it impossible to think straight. All I cared about was peeling her panties back and diving into her pussy.
“Oh yeah? You’d be surprised at– Oh!” Gloria laughed and quivered, as I jerked the thin cotton fabric aside.
As horny as I was, she was lucky I didn’t tear her underwear in half. I pulled her thigh up to open her slit even more. Gloria’s pussy eagerly glistened. Her whole body wanted me. I couldn’t contain myself anymore I ravaged her clit and lips, with a savage hunger.
“Holy shit!” Gloria arched her back and pushed her hips into me harder. She loved the pressure of my tongue and teeth against her tender petals. I licked and sucked, and teased and flicked, until her thighs began to tremble.
I slipped my free hand into my briefs. I squeezed my rock solid cock, and began to stroke myself as I ate her out. She quivered, like champagne bubbles rising to the top of a toasting drink.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck.” Gloria twisted to the side as her first orgasm rippled through her. “Don’t—Don’t stop.”
I slowed my tongue, but didn’t stop. I dropped my briefs and let my cock bounce in the open air. I loved knowing that she was watching me. Hearing her moan made me jerk off faster, which in turn, caused her to moan even louder.
“You’ve ruined it for me now.” The vibrations of my deep voice sent shivers through her pussy. “I’m never going to be able to stroke my cock without the taste of your sweet pussy on my lips.”
Gloria nearly bent in half, as another orgasm made her gasp in air.
When all the aftershocks subsided I leaned away from her, wiped my chin, and stood up. Gloria pressed a hand into her chest, trying to slow her heart rate. She was nearly out of breath. She grabbed the back of my neck, pulled me in for a kiss. She licked my chin and, smiling, said, “Good.”
Gloria hopped off the cabinet. The broken monitors crunched beneath her heels. I wheeled a cart of projection equipment out of the way and laid my jacket over the concrete. Then I brought her down on top of me. I could feel broken bits of plastic and glass poking me beneath my jacket, but I couldn’t care less.
Gloria straddled my legs just above my knees, bent down and licked the length of my cock, then kissed the tip sweetly. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this.”
“I sure as hell hope not.” I shot her a concerned sidelong glance.
“Not this.” Gloria smiled and squeezed my cock in both hands like a joystick. The pressure felt amazing. I was so big that she needed to use two hands to get fully around it. She started to stroke me as she continued. “Of us. Of being with you. Every day, I wake up and have to remind myself that it wasn’t all a dream. We’re actually together, and now we’re even getting married! I thought it would be too much. I—I was worried I might run away from it all. But now I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else in the world.”
I sat up as best I could, and pulled her face close to mine. “You are my world.”
“I even love how cheesy you can be sometimes,” she said through a wide smile.
I laughed, knowing I could never allow myself to be vulnerable enough to be corny around anyone else than her. My fiancé.
She pushed me back down and began sucking me off. Her mouth and tongue worked their magic along my cock. I thought about sliding into her tight hot pussy, but I didn’t bring any condoms. We might have children eventually, but we weren’t ready for it yet.
That was fine. I loved the way she sucked my cock.
She moved her hands up and down my shaft in time with her mouth. Occasionally her lips would pop off my hat head with a loud smack, so she could draw in air. She felt incredible. I couldn’t touch myself half as good as she could.
It wasn’t just
her skill that made my heart beat ring out like rain on a tin roof, it was who she was. She was going to be my wife.
She rolled her head around the tip of my cock and massaged my balls. That was it. I grunted and propped myself up on my elbows as my whole body contracted. Hot cum shot down her throat.
Gloria struggled to swallow all of me, but she got through it. She even licked me clean afterward. I loved seeing her tongue drag long, slow, lines up my thick cock, even if the light pressure after such a big release was almost too much to bear.
I grabbed her and pulled her down on top of me. “I love you. Did you know that?”
“Somewhere between my first and second orgasm, I figured that out,” Gloria said, with her head pressed to my chest. She smiled after a moment then added, “The engagement ring also helped.”
I stayed quiet, hugged her tightly and basked in the weird, beautiful moment.
“Do we have to go back out there, Richard?” Gloria asked, a slight whine crept into her voice.
“Fuck it, let’s just stay here.”
“All night?” She lifted her head and gave me a skeptical, but amused, glance.
I brushed the matted, sweaty, black lock of hair from her brow and looked into her incredible, stormy gray eyes for what felt like a lifetime. “As long as I’m with you, Gloria, I don’t care where I am.”
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