Her Best Friend's Dad

by Penny Wylder

  “You are so beautiful, Lia,” I whisper. “I love being inside you, feeling your pussy around me. I love it when you let go like this and take what you need from me. I love making you feel good, Lia. I want to hear you come for me again. Once wasn’t enough. Can you come for me, Lia, and squeeze that hot pussy of yours around my cock until I shoot inside you?”

  She clenches down and whines, a high keening sound as she comes. I made her come like this one night, completely untouched as I talked her all the way to a climax. With her pussy a vice around me, I thrust up into the wet heat, letting my control go. Snapping deeper, the twisting desire shoots through me, pleasure kicking through me so hard it’s almost painful. It releases in spasms, and I can’t move from the overwhelming nature of it all.

  “Fuck!” Lia gasps, pulling up and off of me to collapse beside me on the bed. She curls upward, reaching down to try and grab at her pussy but can’t reach around the baby belly. “Towel, rag, pillowcase… Beck, help!” She turns onto her side, trying to keep my come from dribbling out onto her dress.

  I fumble around, reaching on the floor for the underwear I discarded and put them between her legs. “Use these while I go get a towel.” In most occasions where we’ve ended up fucking, I would offer to lick Lia clean, but I know we are definitely running short on time now, and getting myself cleaned up after would be difficult. Given how easily she is turned on, I would also have Lia begging for a third orgasm, and she would hate to be left unsatisfied.

  I go into the master bathroom and start the taps on one of the sinks. Grabbing a washcloth, I run it beneath the warm water, wringing it out and washing my face. I will likely smell like pussy despite the cleanup job, but I don’t mind. I love how Lia smells and tastes; I love pleasing her even more. I wet the cloth again, and I carefully clean off my cock that has a pearlescent bead oozing from the tip. I swipe off the come and wash out the rag again, getting it hot enough that it won’t turn chilly on my walk back to the bed.

  Lia holds her dress up out of the way and spreads her legs, grinning as my spent cock jerks. “You really do like what you see, don’t you?”

  I kneel in front of her, gently wiping her pussy clean, pressing the hot cloth to her between wipes. I love the site of her: puffy and red from sex, my come a white dribble oozing out of her pussy. “Do you doubt me?” I reach down for my member and start to squeeze, knowing I could probably coax it into a second round.

  She laughs and shakes her head. “No. You sort of made it clear, Beck”

  I help Lia wash up until she’s almost as clean as before I came into the room. When she crunches forward, supporting herself on her elbows before trying to get to a seated position, I toss my arm over her, pulling her back down and over to me on the bed. “Don’t go yet.” There’s still a little time before we have to go downstairs. I know our guests are here by now, but I don’t care. It’s our wedding day; I can be selfish.

  “I just want to hold you.” We won’t have many more days like this, where we can just take time for each other.

  With my hand on Lia’s belly, feeling our daughter shift position, I listen to Tasha’s voice ring out from down the hall. “They’re…Ugh! My dad is pretty busy right now. They better remember they have a wedding in a half hour!” I try not to laugh, not wanting to ruin my moment with Lia.

  Music is starting outside, but I know that was the planner’s intention to draw people out into the garden instead of wandering around the driveway or inside the house. “The wedding,” Lia mumbles, but she doesn’t sound as panicked as she’s trying to.

  I splay out my fingers over the lump moving around in Lia’s belly. “I don’t need a wedding. If we stay right here like this forever, I don’t need food or air. I just need you, only you.” This is enough for me. This is my everything.

  Lia kisses me, a tender brushing of her lips on mine, and all I can think of is how lucky I am to have this woman in my arms. I tell her as such, smiling as she tears up.

  “I love you. I love you even though you are sappy and trying to make me cry. I love you so much that I’m going to forget you just messed up my makeup, hair, and dress because that sex was amazing.” She blushes as she says it, grinning at me the entire time.

  “Since we do have all our family and friends outside in the garden, we probably should go get married,” I concede as I hear Tasha coming from down the hall. She’s going to give us a lecture if we don’t hurry.

  Lia fixes her hair and makeup in the mirror while I get my pants back on. We open the door as Tasha knocks on it, trying to look like we were having a serious conversation instead of fucking. I watch as Lia takes Tasha’s arm, and the two walk down the hall away from me, turning to look back over their shoulders. Time stops, crystallizing the moment as I remember prior years of them doing the same thing.

  “Dad, hurry up!” Tasha points to the delicate watch Lia and I picked out for her as a Matron of Honor gift. “We need to get you out the back door so you can go stand with the officiant. Lia, stop making that face at my dad so he’ll actually get his butt in gear. Don’t think I don’t know what you two were doing in there. I can’t believe you couldn’t even wait a few hours to do it after the ceremony and reception.”

  Lia feigns a contrite expression as Tasha berates us, but the way she keeps glancing at me lessens the effect. “Beck, we’re going to be late to our own wedding!” She skips ahead to the stairwell and makes her way down carefully. At the bottom, Paul is waiting for her, staring at her dress and how lovely she is in it. As she takes her father’s arm, Lia looks up at me, smiling.

  This was the love I was waiting for.

  THE END

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