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It wasn’t hard, far from it but fuck if it wasn’t deep. Both my holes being filled to the absolute limit. My ass by the plug and my pussy by his huge cock. As he thrust, he reached down and took hold of the base of the plug, moving that too. Giving me the double sensation of getting fucked in both places. Stimulating my clit with his thumb as his cock stroked up against my g-spot.
I barely saw the orgasm coming, so to speak. Sure, I felt something beginning to happen but really had no idea what was in store.
It was so hard I screamed out his name and fell into a blissful sleep.
I woke in the warm bathtub. Chad loving stroked my pussy and stretched out asshole under the soothing suds.
“H-how long was I out?” I asked.
“About two hours. How are you feeling, sweetness?”
“Wonderful.”
Life had a way of throwing me for a loop. Despite all that and the machinations of my dad, I’d finally found my path and was where I was meant to be with the person I was meant to be with.Epilogue - NinaIt was even bigger than we’d anticipated. Chad was a real sweetie about helping to plan the wedding, there for every significant decision, acting like it was his day too, which was really cool. We also got some help from John and his wife, whose recent nuptials gave them some valuable insights. Particularly since all of my family showed up.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t surprised. The knock was as distinctive as his hat. Yet there dad stood, darkening our door, the biggest bouquet of flowers I’d ever seen.
“May I come in?” he asked sheepishly.
“I guess,” I said, still worried he might try to drag me away in a sack.
“Listen, Nina, I know I’ve made mistakes. In fact, by my estimation, the entire way I raised you was one big mistake. My fault, not yours. I know it is late, but I hope you will let me try to make amends.”
Dad was many things. A good liar wasn’t one of them. I always knew when he was trying to get something past me, and he wasn’t then. Every word had been spoken in sincere honesty. I’d never been one to hold a grudge and decided it was time to forgive him.
He’d brought the whole clan, Dunns from all over the country flying in to see his little princess get hitched. No longer caring that my husband-to-be owned a garage. Mainly after he found out how successful it was. If anything, there was a natural overlap between their businesses. Dad giving Chad a deal on any Dunn-Ross products he wanted.
It was the first time I’d seen dad without a cowboy hat. On his head anyway, his signature hat held clutched to his chest. His other arm was for me as he walked me down the aisle to give me away.
Though this paled in comparison to the shock of seeing Chad in a proper suit. He looked so good my mouth actually dropped open. Luckily the dress had been my great grandma’s and came complete with a full veil to hide my face until the moment of truth. One of my few concessions to dad’s wishes. Mostly to apologize for calling him by his first name before telling him to go eat his hat. Another thing I kind of regretted in the aftermath. Not in terms of the action but the exact execution.
Kisses were had, the cake was cut, and Chad and I nearly floated around the dance floor, caught in a world all our own. I was only at the beginning of the first trimester, so the baby bump didn’t really get in the way. Which was nice considering we still had the honeymoon to look forward to.
“Where are we going?” I asked in the truck, the way we were driving not the way we had planned.
The plan had been to go home and finish packing for the honeymoon and leave for the airport first thing in the morning. Where we were actually going was the front lot of the garage.
“What are we doing here?” I asked, pretty sure I already knew.
“You’ll see,” he said with a sly wink.
Helping me down out of the truck cab, my new husband swooped me into his arms and carried me through the threshold of the open garage door. At the center of the room was a car raised up on the lift just high enough to be worked on — a pile of blankets and a bottle of what looked like champagne with two glasses underneath it.
“I can’t drink,” I pointed out, as the door closed automatically behind us, Chad hiding the remote well in his pocket.
“Non-alcoholic,” he said, laying me down on the blankets.
With soft kisses and sure hands, Chad got me out of the wedding dress as well as my underthings. The doors to the shop had no windows, so we didn’t have to worry about being seen.
