Page 7 of Only His

“Might not be tonight,” I warn but that just makes her smile grow before she slips out, not about to be caught up in Mom’s crap again. As my best friend she’s seen this craziness plenty and has faced several snappy comments directed her way in the past.

“No worries, love you, Gin,” Callie says hurrying out, and I glance back towards my parents, as Mom sits glaring at Dad still.

“Well, thanks for clearing the table, Mom,” I state, and the grin and way Mark’s fingers tease my clit says he doesn’t mind the snark.

“Ginny…don’t start,” Mom says, giving me a glare in return. “You missed most of your own party and then you come down like this,” she adds motioning towards my hair with a frown. “That dress is too old for you and your hair…”

“Looks beautiful,” Mark says, stopping Mom’s hateful comment. “The dress is perfectly fine for her age, and she looks stunning, Lydia. It’s time you stopped treating her like she’s a child. She isn’t one and you’re going to have to get used to it. She should be able to wear her hair the wayshewants, especially since she’s now eighteen and a legal adult.”

His words make my pussy gush again and I smile up at him, not hiding the heat in my gaze as I do any longer. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, angel,” he replies, his tone deepening on the sweet name, and it makes my nipples harden further. “Are you ready to go?” he adds, shocking me as he slips his hand from between my legs, and I swear, I come a little when he licks my juice off them.

“Go?” Dad says, turning towards us and part of me is glad he missed Mark tasting me but the rest of me wouldn’t have minded him seeing it. “What are you talking about?”

“Get your hands off my daughter!” Mom yells, her look of disgust telling me she didn’t miss Mark’s actions.

“Lydia…” Dad says looking between us as Mark holds out his hand to me and I let him pull me up and into his chest, resting my head on it with a grin as Dad’s eye widen. “Ginny? Mark? What the hell…”

“Where did you go this afternoon?” Mom demands as she stands so quickly her chair topples over backwards. “You left just after Ginny went upstairs to rest…”

“In her room, making her mine finally,” Mark responds, and my heart swoons as he brushes a kiss to my lips, his hand teasing the necklace and my neck. “I intended to do this a bit more politely but after listening to you attempt to run her down as well as force her to act like a child still, I’m done Lydia. I’ve put up with it for the past year, and for the most part, I was fine with you not allowing Ginny to go out and behave as other teenagers. I wouldn’t have let her go to any of those parties if you’d begun to let her. Not with drunk, horny idiots that wouldn’t accept her answer of no. But I draw the line at you attempting to belittle her for not behaving as you demand.

“I’ve held my tongue when you buy her outfits that youthinkmake her look younger because you don’t want to admit that you’re old enough to have an eighteen-year-old daughter, but you’re clearly oblivious to the fact that little babydoll dresses only make men want her more. Want to see if her sweet breasts are about to fall out of them because she’snotlittle anymore,” he adds pulling a startled gasp from Dad and a disgusted one from Mom. “Ginny is mine and now that you have no power to stop me, I’m taking her with me. And yes, I’m going to take her home and do all of the dirty things you’re imaging right now and so much more. The only difference is, she’ll enjoy all of it, won’t you, angel?”

“Yes,” I sigh, pressing deeper against him with a grin at the outraged look on Mom’s face. “I love him. I’ve loved him since I first realized what desire did to a woman’s body…”

“You’renota woman!” Mom screams and I just shrug, smiling up at Mark.

“Well, I’m his little girl now, so it doesn’t really matter what you think, Mom. Dad,” I add as he’s glaring at Mark. “I’ll always be your daughter, but I belong to Mark. I always have and I’m not waiting another minute to start my life with him. You can get behind it or you can get out of our life, but I’m not backingdown on this. I’m going to marry him, have babies with him, and spend my life with him.”

“He’s twenty-five years older than you,” Dad argues.

“Technically twenty-four and a half,” Mark states and I can’t stop from laughing at that. “A year younger than you,” he adds to Dad. “Twoyears younger than you, Lydia,” he tosses in, and I know Mom hates that she’s forty-five now. “I might be old enough to be her daddy, but that’s not the role I intend to play in her life. I’ll be her everything else but not her daddy.”

“So, we’re going to go spend the rest of my birthday together…and then probably every day after that together too,” I muse and Mark nods making me even hotter. “I love you Dad. Mom…I love you too, at least when you’re not trying to rule my life. I did everything you wanted no matter how little I cared about any of it, but now, I’m going to do what I want, and that’s being with Mark.”

I don’t wait for them to say anything else as I give Mark’s hand a little tug, heading towards the door. I grab the bag I packed so I’d have some clothes for the morning and Mark’s brow lifts seeing it. “I didn’t want to have to come back over in my dress. Especially if the talk with my parents didn’t go well.”

“You wouldn’t have had to, angel,” he says and I’m curious what he means by that, but he doesn’t say a word until we’re in his house and I’m in his arms as he carries me up the stairs towards his bedroom. He tosses the bag into the corner, before putting me down in front of the closet, and I let out a gasp when he opens it, a light coming on automatically, showing off rows of clothes—girl clothes that all fit my personal style. Comfy and relaxed for every day wear compared to Mom’s more polished looks. I like dresses like the one I’m wearing when I dress up while Mom went for anything to make me look younger.

“It’s amazing, Mark,” I sigh as he presses a kiss to my neck. “Thank you.”

“The only babydoll dresses you’ll ever wear are ones just for me, for dinner at home with just me, or the lingerie that’s in the chest of drawers there,” he adds and shit, I’m soaked with need.

“Did you mean it about moving?” I ask because there’s no way he’d say he’s selling his company in front of others if he’s not.

“Do you want to see the place I put an offer in on?” he asks and I’m so torn. I want him inside me, but I also want to know more. Know everything about our future together.

“Will you give me an extra special birthday fuck if I say yes to it before you put that huge cock of yours back inside me?” I return, making his eyes darken while his pants tighten more.

A gasp falls when I’m spun around and feel my dress pushed up over my ass. A hard smack comes down on it, once, then twice, then a third time and I let out a little cry as it stings a bit that time.

“You can use the word fuck as a pleasure cry, but youneveruse it to describe the way I take you, angel. Good girls don’t use dirty words like that, because even if I am fucking the shit out of your holes, it’ll always be with love, understand?”

“Yes, Mark,” I hum, my pussy soaked with hunger for it. “I’m sorry. I’ll be your good girl, I promise.”

“I know you will be angel. If not, that spanking will be nothing compared to what I’ll give you,” he promises, giving me a kiss before lifting me up and carrying me to the bed with my dress still up around my waist. He pulls me down onto his lap with it like that and it just turns me on more. I seriously don’t think there’s anything that will make me not want him.

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