She shakes her head. “No. But I just want to get there and see it and everyone. I just want the day to start.”
“Okay, Babygirl. Lie back on the bed, and Daddy is going to lick all that sweet juice out of you then we will get dressed.”
At the quick smack of my hand on her ass, she yelps and scurries over to the bed, assuming the position with her knees bent, hands pulling her legs apart, with her pussy at the edge of the mattress, waiting.
“Have I told you today how much I love you?” I ask as I step toward her, dropping to my knees and admiring what’s mine.
“No, Daddy. Not yet.”
“Oh, bad Daddy. I love you, princess. Like only Daddy can.”
With that, my mouth is on her slick folds, sucking and drawing every drop of her orgasm from her and taking one more just for good measure. I swallow every delicious drop of her. She’s ruined me in more ways that I can count.
However, as my appetite for her pussy is relentless, my little princess has me on a diet that leaves my inner beast howling for a good ribeye. Or some deep-fried chicken. She’s turned the house vegan, and as much as I want to please my Babygirl, some days a man just needs to gnaw on a bone.
Each time, tearing myself away from her cunt is one of the most difficult things I’ve done in my life. I could fucking live down there, honest to God. Her flavor seared my soul that first day like an internal branding iron. Her taste was designed just for me, and I’ve been a hopeless addict ever since.
I quickly get her dressed and follow suit myself. The sun is streaming in the bedroom window, and the clock on the wall shows 8:36 a.m. Guests will arrive at ten, and I know Lexi will want to spend some time inside the new exhibit with her furry, slow-moving friends before everyone arrives.
“Now go get Daddy his coffee.” I kiss her forehead, and she skips to the coffeemaker on the buffet against the wall. She loves to please me, and in turn, it only makes my need to protect her and love her stronger every day.
She’s back a moment later with a proud grin. Dropping to her knees in front of me, holding my coffee cup up in her palm, the handle pointed in my direction just as I’ve taught her. “You are so good. Now, let’s go, princess.” I take her hand, raise her back to her feet, and lead her to the bedroom door.
“Did you hear from Rita?” she asks as we make our way down the hall, my hand gliding down her back to rest just above the swell of her ass, sipping on the hot coffee as we go.
“She texted, yes. Her flight got in around two a.m., but she said she will be there this morning. Wouldn’t miss it for the world, she said.”
I see the smile bloom on her lips. It’s a huge perk than Lexi and my sister Rita have developed a friendship of their own in the last six months. Just another sign that what we have was not only meant to be, it is magical.
“Cool. I’ve got a surprise for her.”
“You do?”
We are down the stairs and out the front door into the morning sun. Lexi takes my coffee cup and holds it as I open the door of the Wagoneer for her to hop in. She does, securing my hot drink in the mug holder then turning back to me with a glimmer in her eye.
“Yep. And you too.”
“Okay. Let’s go. We want to be sure everything is ready to go when the guests arrive.”
This was all her idea that we hold our wedding and reception at the zoo. We combined her love of sloths, her almost obsessive need to give them a better habitat, and my need to marry her into one event. Only my Babygirl would want to be married at the opening of the new sloth exhibit that I funded, while announcing to the few friends and family we’ve invited we are expecting our first baby in seven months. Lexi is wearing a white sundress and nothing else. Barefoot. No panties. My cum in her belly and her scent on my face. I couldn’t be happier if you told me Lexi was going to let me have a steak for dinner.
It’s going to be quite a day.
“You may kiss the bride.” The justice of the peace nods toward Lexi and me, and I seal our vows with a deep kiss. The small group around us releases a collective sigh as they sip on champagne or eat the rainbow-colored cake balls Lexi insisted be available before the brunch meal which will follow our quick ceremony.
“I love you, Daddy,” she whispers into my ear as she throws her arms around my neck. When she clings to me like this, I feel so complete. So proud to be the man to whom she belongs.
“I love you too, Babygirl. Don’t you ever think for one second I don’t. Not ever.”
With that, we turn to accept the hugs and congratulations from the ten or so people we invited.
Rita is here with a man she’s dating. His name is Ted, and much to my surprise, I find myself surprisingly protective of my older—albeit by six minutes—twin sister, even if we are both turning forty in a few weeks.
Three of the women from Lexi’s synchronized swimming group are sipping champagne and swooning at the back of the group. Their gray hair is freshly teased and sprayed into place with enough Aqua Net to put a hole in the ozone you could drive a semi through.
Ricky is cutting up with Heather as they hover toward the edge of the group. I can’t be 100 percent sure, but there seems to be a growing connection there. It certainly defies conventional wisdom. The two of them are as night to day, but far be it for me to figure out what the intricacies of the heart entail. You love who you love, and if you are lucky to find that, more power to you.
“Now.” Lexi tugs on my arm, giving me an exaggerated look toward Rita.