“I’m going to come in your mouth and I want you to swallow every drop,” he said, his voice tightening.
Anthony turned down the lane to the falls and Wesley felt his seed explode inside him.
He cried out, leaning back as far as he could, while he held her head and shoved his cock down her throat.
Stunned, he watched as she took it all. When he was finished, he released her head and she sat up licking her lips. With her fingers, she wiped her mouth and then sucked them clean.
The sight had his cock springing back into action.
“You did very good,” he told her as they pulled to a stop not far from the falls.
“That’s so beautiful,” she said. “Can we go swimming?”
“Not today,” Anthony said.
Anthony helped her alight from the wagon, then he reached into the back for the picnic basket while Wesley buttoned his pants.
Soon. Very soon, she would be their wife and he could hardly wait.
Anthony spread the blanket and took out the food for their picnic. They ate in silence and then Wesley glanced at Anthony. It was time.
“There is a legend about this place,” he said, taking Pearl by the hand. “Once there was an Indian warrior who loved the chief’s daughter. But the chief didn’t think he was the right brave to marry her. So he told the warrior if he could find the lost treasure of the Absaroka Range, he could marry his daughter. The old chief didn’t believe in the treasure.
“The warrior loved the girl and he searched for months, finally, he came back and told the chief the treasure was in the falls near Helena. The chief didn’t believe him and refused to let the warrior marry his daughter. The two ran off. The chief had the warriors in his tribe go after them. When they were about to be captured, the couple confessed their love for one another and dove over the falls together. They died in each other’s arms. Now you can sometimes see the faces of your dead loved ones in the water. The legend of Treasure Falls.”
“Really?” Pearl said, gazing at the falls. “What a tragic love story.”
“Yes, but the beauty is you can come here to see your dead loved ones,” Anthony said. “We wanted to come here today hoping to see your family.”
She jerked her head toward Anthony, her mouth open.
Slowly she stood and approached the pond. Wesley and Anthony walked with her. When they reached the water, the falls sprinkled them.
“What was your father’s name?”
“William,” she said. “William J. Tuttle.”
Anthony leaned over the water. “William J. Tuttle, I, Anthony Sanders, am asking for your permission to marry your daughter. I know this is not the standard way, but you’re no longer a part of this world.”
Pearl gasped and turned to Anthony, smiling.
Just then a face seemed to shimmer in the water.
“Look,” Wesley said. “Is that your papa?”
With a sob, Pearl stared at the water. “Papa. Oh, how I miss you.”
The man’s image smiled and then he nodded. His mouth formed the wordsmarry him. And before she could respond, he slowly disappeared.
“I wasn’t certain we would see him,” Anthony said.
She leaned against him and cried. “I miss my family so much.”
“I know,” Wesley said. “But it’s time for us to consider creating our own family.”
Anthony dropped to one knee. “Now that I have your father’s permission, will you marry me, Pearl?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Oh yes.”