"Feels good, doesn't it baby girl? Feels good, right?"
Because it was midnight in our suite at the Bellagio in Vegas, a sumptuous hotel apartment with three bedrooms, three baths, living quarters, a kitchen and a full bar. And like the horny little girl I was, I'd filled up the Jacuzzi tub, turned on all the jets for a rendezvous in the spa with my man. Oh yeah, the water was frothy and bubbly, although it hardly mattered. Whenever Mr. Martin's dick is in me, it's the only thing I can think about, my only focal point, making me pant, gasp and whine in ecstasy.
And today was special because we got married earlier this afternoon, the big man and me, our hands joined together in love, hearts beating in unison. No, it wasn't a shotgun wedding, a spur of the moment thing. Because no, I wasn't pregnant and yes, we'd wanted to let the dust settle a bit. It'd taken a while for everyone to come around, for people to accept that I was seeing a man much older, who was my ex's father at that.
"What?" gasped my mom. "Why? What has New York done to you? It's the big city," she sobbed into the phone. "Come home, Ally, come home to Minnesota, this never would have happened if you'd stayed here for school."
And I shook my head, my expression pained although she couldn't see.
"No Ma," I said softly. "It has nothing to do with location and I'm not coming home. I'm staying here, I'm moving in with Rob Martin, and yeah, he's Jonah's dad, but it's okay."
That only made my mom cry harder.
"Baby, it's like you're living in some kind of Woody Allen movie where old men prey on their stepdaughters. It's not real, it's not real life. Come home, Daddy will splurge on a plane ticket."
But I just shook my head again, my voice gentle but firm.
"No Mom, it's not what it looks like from the outside. Rob and I are in a loving relationship, a real relationship, and I have to go with my heart leads. Besides, haven't Woody and Soon-yi been married for twenty years now? So it can't be all bad, right? It's been a long time since their scandalous beginnings."
But my mom couldn't hear reason, sobbing brokenly into the phone.
"Oh Ally, Ally," she cried. "What did I do wrong as a mother? It's the big city doing this to you, they have no morals, no ethics, we should never have let you go."
And after a few more minutes of pleading, I hung up softly. Because my mom was my mom, and she'd never see how much I loved Mr. Martin, how much he loved me, how we were a couple, a real couple, and not some weird circus freak act. Because the truth is that we have an amazing relationship, our bond strong and true. Despite our unexpected beginnings, our love is real, we're two parts to a whole, his assertive alpha male qualities complementing my softer, feminine instincts, and we belong together one hundred percent. So I threw myself into our loving, head over heels for this man, and Rob Martin, alpha male extraordinaire, feels exactly the same way about me.
And things had been easier with Jonah, of all people. Rob's son had taken the news more gracefully than my parents, who were likely still holed up in Minnesota, grieving. Because surprisingly, within a week, Jonah seemed to have forgiven and forgotten. The forgetting part was the oddest, almost like he and I had never happened, we were never a couple. I guess his BDSM lifestyle was his primary concern now, and it was easier being out, no longer hiding what he really craved, how he got off. So we were back on speaking terms almost immediately, Jonah acting his usual adolescent self, smarmy and know-it-all, although there was improvement.
"Oh yeah, I'm meeting Sarah later," he threw out casually as the three of us sat down to dinner.
Mr. Martin and I exchanged looks. There was only one Sarah, there could only be one Sarah, and sure, we were a little alarmed, we wanted the boy to be safe, but also knew that there was only one thing to do.
"Enjoy yourself," I said softly. "It's the new you, the real Jonah, who you've always wanted to be. We support you in this exploration."
And Rob, ever the pragmatist, added, "Do you need money? I heard her services aren't cheap."
So after that conversation, it seemed things were more or less fine, the three of us going about our lives, Jonah and I still in school although I'd moved out of the dorms and into Mr. Martin's apartment. Not that Jonah had any choice, because Mr. Martin and I had discussed his son. What if Jonah didn't accept us? What if he disowned his father, treated me like trash?
But Mr. Martin was adamant.
"My son is a fuck-up in many ways," he acknowledged, "but he's an adolescent boy."
"We just have to give him time," I agreed softly, trailing my fingers over the big man's chest, savoring the hard bronzed body. "Some time will do the trick.
And the big man groaned again, shifting a little as my cunt squeezed him tight.
"Honestly baby, when your slutty pussy is wrapped around me like this, I'm ready to give my son the big middle finger, who the fuck cares when I've got a woman as good as you?"
And I'd giggled again, squeezing him with my vaginal muscles because the loving between the big man and me is so good, so true and real, that I'm beyond happy, I'm ecstatic, glowing from within, radiating sunshine. And Mr. Martin wanted to bottle it up and keep it forever, thus our trip to Vegas.
"Mmm, baby," he groaned again into my ear. "I love how your pretty pussy is so sloppy, wet and delicious."
And I giggled into his shoulder because yeah, we were in the tub at midnight after exchanging rings at the Little White Chapel down the street, our own version of a wedding ceremony. Small, intimate, but totally legal, and totally right for us. After all, a huge white wedding was too crazy, too extravagant given our unorthodox beginnings. So we were making up for it now by loving that much harder, letting everything go in the privacy of our hotel suite. And the heat was cranked up so high, so hard between us, that my body sang, pussy swollen with lust, wanting him so bad, creaming hotly again and again just for him.
"Big boy, I'm always yours," I panted, squealing a little as his dick tip hit deep inside, making me moan and writhe in his arms. "Ohhh!"
And Rob growled once more, kissing my neck, licking my soft curves before claiming my mouth.
"Mine," he rumbled against my lips. "All mine, forever."
I nodded breathily again, adjusting myself slightly, letting my cunt slide against his cock, spreading wide for him, welcoming him, always.
"Yes, yours forever," I panted breathily.
But Mr. Martin wasn't done yet.
"And honey," he said, fucking in deep once more, making me squeal and squirm. "Every night for the rest of our lives from here on out, I want to be in you. No excuses, no nothing, every night, my dick is in this sweet body."
And what could I do but nod? He was my lover, my husband, my everything, and I'd surrendered to him in the sweetest way possible, binding ourselves together, our bodies interlocked as our minds meshed, hearts beating in unison.
"Yes, Mr. Martin, yes," I whispered, accepting, soft against his hardness.
And you know what? I'm looking forward to it. I'm looking forward to fifty years of loving with this handsome male, the alpha in my bed, my mind, my heart. Because he started off as my boyfriend's dad, quickly morphing into my boyfriend, and then my husband. But you know what? It's real, our loving is authentic, true, and good, in addition to being satisfyingly raunchy and hot. So Mr. Martin is my life, my love, my eternity … and will always be, forever more.
THE END
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By Cassandra Dee
PROLOGUE
Morgan
"No!" I screamed from the top of the stairs. My twin stepbrothers, identical and gorgeous, were being led away, hands cuffed behind them as they were escorted to a police van outside. A group of burly cops surrounded the yard, ensuring that there would be no escape.
"No!" I screamed again, not caring that my gown was a tiny slip of a thing, fluttering in the chilly night wind. But everyone ignored me. My parents stood stone-faced as my brothers were led away, refusing to meet my gaze, their eyes fixed stolidly to the floor. Desperate, I rushed down the stairs, thinking to throw myself at my brothers' retreating backs.