“We’ve been waiting for you, it seems,” I tell her, bending to kiss her as I thrust inside. Her small hands dig into my back. I try and hold myself still as I kiss her. I know it’s not possible to absorb any of her pain but fuck it, I want to try.
“Drake, move,” she drawls in a sassy demand when I finally stop kissing her to make sure I haven’t hurt her. My cock is fucking dying from how tight she is. I’m pretty sure I might have come a little but I was too wrapped up in all of her to pay any attention.
“God, I love you baby,” I tell her. I know with her my life is going to be full of surprises. You never know what she is going to say or do.
“Love you too, Drake.” She says the last part as I start to thrust in and out of her. We’re both on edge. Fighting not to come. Wanting this to last as long as we can.
“We have forever, baby,” I remind her. “Not to mention a long flight,” I grit out. I won’t come fully until she does.
Her greedy little cunt keeps sucking me deeper into her tightness. Her nails are digging into my ass as she pulls me to her.
“Drake,” she pleads with a shaky voice. I feel her cunt start to quiver around my cock and that’s the last thing I remember. My body takes over thrusting inside of her.
“I can feel your pussy coming on my cock, baby. It’s so fucking good. I’m going to spill all of my cum in that virgin pussy of yours. You’re going to take every drop of it. My cock is the only cock this sweet pussy will ever know.” I feel her climax at my words.
She comes all over my cock, locking me inside of her. I spill all of myself inside of her tight cunt and collapse on top of her.
I lift my head and see those beautiful dimples. I kiss each one of them and then her mouth.
Her smile falters for a second and a look of worry shows on it.
“What’s the matter, baby? Did I hurt you?” Worry grips my stomach.
“No, of course you didn’t hurt me. That was beyond anything I could have imagined.” She touches my face.
“What is it then, Delilah?” I’m hoping she’ll answer and put me out of my misery.
“I’m not on anything, Drake,” she whispers.
I stare at her with confusion on my face until it finally clicks in my mind. My cock hardens inside her pussy at her admission. I begin to thrust into her slowly.
“Guess we better get married first thing then,” I tell her. She moans softly, nodding her head. We both know she’s going to be pregnant by the time we land back home.
Epilogue
Delilah
Three months later – wedding day
“Delilah!” my Ma screams after me. I pick up the bottom of my dress, kicking off the pretty white heels I was supposed to wear. “Don’t you do it,” she warns. I flick my gaze over to Ma, who is standing with her hands on her hips. She’s smiling, though, already knowing that I’m going to do it.
Three months I’ve been waiting for this wedding. Three freaking months! I was already cooking up a baby boy inside of me. I can’t believe Dad didn’t have me down at the courthouse five minutes after we landed. There was nothing that was going to stand in my way of marrying Drake. It can rain all it wants to today but it won’t be on my parade. I quickly grab my boots from near the door and slip my feet into them. I almost sigh in relief. They are so much more comfortable then those heels Ma had me wearing.
I glance over my shoulder one more time and wink at her. She just shakes her head and laughs at me. Picking up the hem of my dress, I step out into the rain. I am going to be Mrs. Weston today, come rain or shine.
I call for Bacon to follow me, but she stands at the threshold of the door, not wanting to get wet. “Really, Bacon?” She is the only pig that doesn’t enjoy the mud. I turn when I hear a whistle, knowing who I’m going to see.
Drake steps out from under one of the tents that they are fighting to set up. The rain pours down on him too. Bacon goes flying past me like she always does when Drake calls for her. He’s the only person she’ll actually listen to. I’d be annoyed if it wasn’t so stinking cute.
I drop the bottom of my dress, not caring if I get mud or God knows what else on it as I walk toward the man I’m about to marry. He smiles, not surprised that I am getting married come rain or shine. This day would still be perfect in my eyes because I’m marrying the perfect man for me.