“Language!”
“Let the neighbors hear it. I don’t give a fuck.”
“Jesus, Saint! Today is my fortieth birthday. Let it go.”
“I don’t care if it is your birthday. You don’t get to show that much skin.”
Jeanette slowly walks over and pats me on the side of my face. She gives me the look she gives the kids when they’re being ridiculous. I don’t like this look one fucking bit.
“The kids are with Lays and Carter for the night. Don’t ruin my fun.” With that statement, she turns around and struts her micro-skirt out to the truck and opens the driver door. She looks at me over her shoulder, and with a long, exaggerated wink, slowly gets in the truck, revealing she isn’t wearing any panties.
My jaw drops but she doesn’t miss a beat. She cranks up the truck and puts it in reverse, pulling out of the driveway before I even have a split second to react.
“Motherfucker. She did not just leave.”
She did.
I look around like I can’t believe what I’m seeing. After a second I snap out of my shock and go into the house, grab the keys to my motorcycle, and run out the door. Oh, she’s just begging for it tonight.
Anthony and Mary… their 21st birthday
“Please, Tony, I’ve been patient, I can’t wait anymore.”
“I told you, princess. When you agree to be my wife I’ll give you the real thing.”
I slide against her folds but don’t enter her. This is what we do every time we have more than thirty seconds alone. I pull my cock out, she pulls her panties to the side and we mimic fucking. I won’t take her virginity—our virginities—until she agrees to be my wife, and damn if she isn’t the most stubborn woman on the planet.
“Tony, it’s my birthday, please,” she whines, but I just smile.
“You forget it’s my birthday too, princess.” I smile and keep sliding against her. I know she wants to cum, and she’s so close, but I’ve got the patience of a saint and I intend to use it to my advantage.
“I told you I would three years ago!”
“But you wouldn’t let me tell your dad, so it didn’t count. I want you to agree to be my wife, wear my ring, and tell the world. I’m not keeping it secret. I’m not ashamed of you or of us, or afraid of what your parents will think.”
Mary moans and grinds down harder on me. “I’m not ashamed; I just don’t want my dad thinking we have sex. Can you imagine?”
I stop my movements and look down at her. Her bright, beautiful red hair, perfect skin, and curves that make my teeth sweat. She’s mine, always has been, and always will be. She just needs a little motivation to agree with me.
“Do you love me, princess?”
“You know I do,” she says, and a blush creeps across her cheeks.
I lean down and suck her nipple hard, and then let it out with a pop. She moans and tries to work her wet pussy against me again. I grab her hips to stop her movement and I make her look at me.
“You’re going to be my wife, Mary,” I say, and look sternly into her eyes. She looks up at me seriously and touches my face. She slowly nods at me and whispers, “yes”.
“Tomorrow, you’re going to put on my ring and we’re going to tell your parents, aren’t we?”
She slowly nods again and she whispers, “Yes.”
“Good. It’s about goddamn time,” I say, and attack her mouth.
God help me, I’m going to have to tell Carter I’m marrying his daughter. Well, at least I get to make love to her before he murders me