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“She can use hers,” Damien states, drawing questions from Stacey all morning about what exactly her dad’s let me do.
It’s a bit surprising that they don’t have ones of their own, that Damien’s told them they’d have to pay for anything they purchase on a credit card in their names themselves, especially considering just how much he’s spoiled me. I’ve got to admit, it makes me feel all warm and gooey inside, and I don’t even hesitate to go into a boutique I’d never in a million years be able to afford to look for a dress.
“Seriously, Dad is like a whole new person with you, Ivy. I knew something was up with him when we hadn’t heard anything from him, initiated by him, in weeks. He’d respond to us, our questions, but he didn’t engage. Zack was being pissy because usually Dad offers to get us groceries, so we don’t have to buy them, have them delivered so we don’t have to go shopping for them and he hadn’t in weeks. I kept telling him to leave Dad alone, that he probably was just busy with work or had met someone finally. He hates it when I’m right, but since he’d just been dumped by the girl he’d been crushing on for a while now because he couldn’t afford the hoity-toity restaurants she wants to be taken to without getting a job, he was even worse. He’s not usually such an asshole. He’ll come around eventually.”
“Thanks,” I muse, finding the most amazing dress ever. The top was soft lace, long sleeves with a plunging neckline that would definitely show off my cleavage. The skirt though was every little girl’s poofy dream, swirling layers of frill, and in a blush color that popped against my skin tone.
“Ooohh, Dad will love it,” Stacey said, before getting a woman’s attention and the second the dress was zipped up, I knew it was the one. It fit perfectly, as though made just for me, and wouldn’t need any alterations. “Oh yeah, Dad is going to flip seeing you in that.”
“Your father doesn’t want to know his little girl is grown up?” the woman asked, fluffing out the bottom a bit more.
“My dad, her fiancé,” Stacey said, making the woman’s eyes widen in surprise. “He’s filthy rich and can’t keep his hands off her. It’d be gross except he loves her to bits and she’s right there with him.”
“Congratulations then, will you be needing a dress as well?” the woman asked Stacey, and before she could say no, I told her, absolutely.
“I really don’t need a new dress,” Stacey whispered to me.
“Damien wants me to spend his money, he won’t care how much it is,” I promised, and that afternoon, when we got back to the house, Damien merely gave me a kiss, asking if I’d found a dress for the wedding because I’d only spent ten thousand. I shot Stacey a wink before giving him a kiss, seeing the shock on her face. I seriously don’t think I’ll ever be able to spend enough to please him, but it might be fun to try.
Chapter 10
Damien
Iswear I might be having a heart attack right now. It feels like it’s pounding out of my chest as Ivy moves up the short aisle to reach me.
I offered to rent out anywhere she wanted for the ceremony, but she wanted to do this here, at home. We have the room and there’s only about two dozen people even here including my kids and mother, who amazingly has been welcoming to Ivy.
I warned Zack earlier if he even thought about sneering at Ivy, he’d better leave, because today was our day, and I wasn’t going to let anything upset her. He didn’t say anything, and he’s sat looking resigned to things since then. My mother nudges him in the side, hissing something at him I don’t catch, my attention fully on the gorgeous girl now at my side. Her dress is fucking modest and yet not at the same time. The lace hints at her skin underneath it, but nothing’s showing, other than the cleavage displayed by the v-neck and fuck, I want to bury my face in it and breathe her in.
There’s a mile of fabric covering her bottom half, and the moment she’s fully mine, I have her in my arms, carrying her back down the aisle, and into the house. I take her straight to the library, the closest room with a lock, then drop to my knees, pushing her dress up, telling her to keep it there before I steal her panties, smiling at just how wet they are.
“Spread your legs open, baby girl. Daddy needs to eat this pussy now that his name’s on it,” I tell her, barely giving her a second to breathe before I part her puffy lips, swiping my tongue through her sweetness for a quick taste.
“Please daddy, don’t tease,” she begs, pushing her hips forward, and that’s all I need to delve fully in, keeping her upright even when her legs start to give, wringing one then another orgasm from her with just my mouth. I push her into a third with my fingers buried deep in her, and when her legs fully give out, I press her back against the door, filling her with my cock, getting a fourth one from her.
“Such a fucking good girl, baby,” I groan sealing my lips to hers, and her tongue comes out, licking mine, tasting herself, putting me on the edge. “You’re going to give daddy another, aren’t you, baby girl? You’re going to come on daddy’s cock, milking every drop from it, and spend the rest of the afternoon with it dripping out of your good girl pussy.”
“Daddy,” Ivy cried, her pussy locking around me, and I let go, giving it all to her, swallowing her cries of bliss as they continued to fall. She was mine, her sounds were mine. None of the guests here needed to hear them.
I held her up until her eyes opened, a light flush in her cheeks, and gave her a quick kiss as I pulled out of her, tucking my semi-hard cock back into my pants. I was hardening more seeing her lick her lips, and I stole them in another quick kiss, loving how much she loved sucking my cock.
Most nights I didn’t let her, not unless she was so wrung out from the orgasms I gave her she couldn’t bear another touch to her clit, or her pussy was swollen from how much I’d fucked it. Her mouth was heavenly evil. When she got it on me, she could suck me dry, and I hated that if it meant she hadn’t gotten hers.
Tonight, I might let her enjoy it, but only after making her come as hard as she can.
We rejoin the party, Ivy’s cheeks still a little flushed, and a few of my friends send me smirks, knowing exactly what we were up to, but the fuck if I care. Let them try to deny they’d do the same thing if they were in my spot. Not that I’d ever let them get close to it or Ivy. Fuck no, no one’s touching her ever again but me.
“Are you going away for a honeymoon?” my mother asks as the afternoon fades into evening. I’m counting down the minutes until I can get my wife alone, show her exactly how much of a good girl she is.
“Not right now,” I tell her, giving Ivy a soft kiss when she smiles at me. “I have a few things at the office I need to get settled first. I just couldn’t stand her not being all mine another week, let alone months until everything’s handled. The plan is to leave after Christmas on it. Our first stop will be Italy, we plan to spend until New Year’s there, and then I have some surprises in store for her for our next stops. We’ll likely be gone until Valentine’s Day at least—longer if she’ll let me spoil her more.”
“We’ll see how it goes. It’d be nice to explore for a while if the office doesn’t constantly call needing something,” Ivy says, giving me a grin, and I give her a kiss to stop from revealing precisely what I told my board last week just yet.
“And do you intend to give me any more grandbabies or should I simply pester my grandbabies for some great-grands instead?” My mother glances at Ivy’s flushed face, her brow lifting curiously, and I let out a chuckle, kissing Ivy’s temple, pulling her back against me to feel just how much my cock is ready to bury my seed inside her.
“We want kids, but not for a couple years right now. Ivy’s got plenty of time to give me babies,” I tease, knowing her age is something everyone here has remarked on at least once.
“Then I won’t bug Stacey or Zack about who they’re dating,” my mother says, smiling at Ivy. “I love seeing my son with you, no matter what anyone else might think, it’s clear you’re the only one that could make him this happy.”
