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And so… right.
Well, obviously there were some issues. Daisy looked upset the whole way through the ceremony. Montague looked exhausted. Kiera looked combative. Bastion looked drunk. But the main thing was, Peach looked happy. And he felt on top of the damn world.
“Mrs. Righton,” Isaac whispered into Peach’s ear as they bumped into one another outside the bathroom.
“Mr. Righton,” Peach giggled. Her face was flushed after a glass of champagne and he made a mental note to watch she didn’t drink anymore. Emotions were high between them today. He wanted this to be a day to remember for Peach, not a day she looked back on with embarrassment.
“Come with me,” he commanded, taking her by the hand and leading her to the back room behind the pub that Cindy had set up for them. A place for the bride and groom to retreat when they needed a moment alone.
“Is this our secret love nest, Daddy?” Peach asked, laughing, as they entered the room. There was a dog bed for Teddy in there, and a little bunk in case Peach wanted to take a nap, plus some toys and stuffies in case she needed time in Little Space. “Wow,” she said as she saw it. “You really thought of everything.”
“Sweetheart,” said Isaac, turning to her. “I did it all for you! He looked around, checking there was nobody lurking outside the room, eavesdropping. “I know this marriage isn’t—” he whispered the next word, “—real. But I want the day to feel special for you. For us.”
Peach nodded. “It does feel special, Daddy.”
Isaac smiled. “I like that you’re calling me Daddy again.”
She grinned. “I like that your Daddy parts are getting hard around me again.”
He looked down at his crotch, noticing the swelling. “That never stopped, babygirl,” he said, taking her hand — the one with the gold wedding band on it — and pressing it against his hot, hard erection. “You know, I never wanted you more than right now. Seeing you in that frilly pink wedding dress. My wife.”
“My husband,” Peach said, letting him guide her hand up and down his shaft, still trapped behind his pants.
“So… are you going to let Daddy see that bridal lingerie he bought you?”Peach pretended to look shocked. “Isthatwhy you booked out this private back room, Daddy? Because you wanted someplace secret to see my panties?”
“That’s one of the reasons,” Isaac admitted, opening the top button of his fly and pushing Peach’s hand all the way inside his boxers, letting her fingertips rub over the engorged tip of his cock, already seeping with precum. Then, he removed Peach’s hand and placed it on the hem of her dress. In a deep, confident voice, he said: “Show me your panties, Little girl.”
Peach’s eyes sparkled as she lifted the hem of her wedding dress.
Isaac watched in delight as Peach took the dress off completely, and her lingerie set was revealed to him in full. The bra was stunning. Silky white, with slits on the breasts, letting the perfect pink rosebuds of her nipples poke temptingly through. But the panties… they were white too, with “Just Married” written inside a pink heart on the front. Just below the heart, he could make out the start of the opening in the panties. He had picked these out specially.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
Slowly, she spun around for him, revealing her beautiful, round bottom. The opening in the panties went all the way up past her butt. Crotchless, buttless panties. He had never seen anything more delightful.
“Damn, woman,” he growled. “I knew these would look good on you, but…”
“They feel very naughty, Daddy,” said Peach, shifting her weight from foot to foot, making her ass cheeks squish and stretch around in all kinds of mesmerizing ways. “I’ve been getting very wet wearing them.”
“I’ll bet you have,” said Isaac. “Thank you for telling me, sweetheart. Now I want you to bend over and show Daddy.”
“Show you how wet I am?”
“Mm-hmm.” Isaac reached inside his pants, stroking his hard-on as Peach walked over to the bunk, climbing onto it on all fours and parting her legs for him. He stood behind her and took a good look. Her pussy wasn’t just glistening for him — it wasflowing. A long, clear line of moisture hung between her legs, and the insides of her thighs were slick with lust.
Holy shit.
“I can’t help it, Daddy,” Peach said, embarrassed. “I hope you don’t think it’s too much…”
“Too much?” said Isaac, his voice strained. “There’s no such thing as too wet, sugarplum. And Daddy would really love nothing more than to plunge his dick deep inside that tight fountain—”
“I know, I know,” Peach said, looking back at him. “We can’t because of the annulment. But I’m guessing there’s a reason why you got me these buttless panties? For, um, easy back access? I’m guessing it’ll be alright if we…?”
“Only if you want me to,” Isaac said carefully. “You know it’s what I want, babygirl. You know I want it all.”
Peach appeared to be panting. Her pussy started to drip even more now. “I want it all too, Daddy.”
“You do?”
