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“If you think that is a brother and sister that need a good home then yes, it’s what you think. They’re a mixture of St. Bernard and German Sheppard, we think. So I hope you’re prepared for a couple big new friends, Ange
l. They’re all yours.”
The man opens the door of the truck and one by one he sets down the giant fluff balls, and they come running right to me. I’m crouched down, and they may be puppies but they knock me right over, covering my face with puppy breath as they lick me until I can’t breathe.
I manage to open my eyes and look up just in time to see Daddy hastily brushing fingers under both his eyes.
“I love you, Daddy. Sooooo much.”
“I love you too, Angel. More than you can ever know.”
Epilogue Two
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MAGNUS
One year later
“Dude, calm the fuck down.”
“I can’t. I’m a fucking mess.” My chest feels like bricks are stacking on it, more every second. My palms are sweaty and my voice sounds like I’m hitting puberty again. “And we shouldn’t be fucking swearing right now.” I jerk an elbow into Erik’s side as he laughs at me standing in his matching tuxedo to my left.
Thank God this is a civil ceremony and the justice of the peace is standing out of ear shot.
My legs are shaking, and I keep having to wipe the sweat off my brow. I never thought I would be here, and now that I am I’m acting more like the blushing bride than the strong, steady groom.
We’re standing in the living room at the small cabin, the lights dangling from every surface, vertical or otherwise. Angel wanted a Christmas themed wedding and that’s what I gave her. I had the cabin completely decked out like the inside of Santa’s workshop at the North Pole. I told the designers that my angel loved it in the movie “Elf” with Will Farrell, when he stayed up all night in the department store and decorated the Santa’s workshop. I showed the wedding planners the scenes in the movie and told them to make it look like that, spare no expense, and I have to admit they did not disappoint.
There are intricate paper snowflakes dangling by the hundreds from the ceiling. Twinkling white lights fall from everywhere. Soft tufts of some kind of fake snow cover the surfaces and there are jars and jars of every kind of candy you could think of on a buffet in the back of the room.
Now I’m standing here, sweating like a whore in church, waiting for my sweet angel to step out of the limo that just delivered her from the main house to the cabin door.
I say a prayer at the ceiling as the music cues up, and I see her father step inside first, holding the door open for his daughter.
When she comes in and takes his arm, I don’t fight it any more. I’m just praying I can answer the questions when they are asked, because I’m already crying so fucking hard I have to slap away the tears so I can see my precious girl as she walks down the short aisle.
Andrea is here, maid of honor, and Erik’s my best man. And I wouldn’t be surprised if they are doing this very thing themselves in a few months. They’ve been almost as inseparable this past year as we were from the day we got together.
Seems the Leonard men really do have the Viking curse. Once we see our one and only, we’re done. Tag us and bag us, because we are all one-woman men.
The next twenty minutes pass in a blur of my own pussy tears and our words of love. All I remember clearly is her. She’s so beautiful it’s like staring into the sun. I know for sure that I manage to repeat my vows between my straight out man sobs, but that’s about the only other thing I remember.
After that, it’s ‘I do’s’ and congratulations, and I’m still a bit of a mess. Dragging the back of my hand over my cheeks every few seconds. Only now I have a hard on the size of a toddler’s arm sticking up inside my black tuxedo trousers.
“Come on, babe.” I take her arm, leading her to the back bedroom where Mom and Dad used to sleep. I had it completely redone. The rest of the few guests we invited are all at the other end of the building. They all know I’m not waiting any longer to take my new bride for the first time. So they are all enjoying the free food and copious amounts of great wine, courtesy of Cindy, while I take my sweet angel to the other room to fuck her the first time as my wife.
“That was so amazing, Daddy.” She whispers. She still doesn’t like to call me Daddy in front of a lot of people, and that’s fine. I love her little soft, embarrassed moments. “You made the house look just like in the movie.”
“Only the best for my babygirl. Now, get in that bed, I’m going to eat my wife’s pussy until she cums a couple times. Then I’m warning you, Angel, Daddy needs it hard. I need my wife to remember her first fuck with every step she takes for a few days. Your pussy’s going to be feeling me even when I’m not there, princess. Daddy needs to get off hard, so you just be a good girl and let me do what I need to do, okay?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
When she reaches down and lifts up the bottom edge of her dress, pulls it up as I’m closing the door behind us and shows me her naked pussy underneath, I nearly explode in my pants.
“Face down, ass up, baby. Daddy’s coming in.”
She giggles as I chase her to the bed, and she crawls up as I dive into her pussy, pushing the layers of white fabric out of the way. I want to take her like this, in her sweet, white dress. I want my cum on the fabric, and I want it boxed up and kept that way in remembrance. She may not be a virgin, but it’s our first time as husband and wife and that deserves commemoration in my book.
