Page 71 of Father of the Bride

“Kez…” she moaned. “I’m so close.”

“I know, baby.” He lifted her leg, resting her knee on the dresser. The view was perfect. Tight little ass hole. Fat brown lips. Pretty pink pussy. White cream gushing everywhere.

“Fuck,” he whispered, wondering how he would stay quiet.

One stroke. Two. Three. Then, takeoff.

“Oh, God. Kez. Yes. Yesssss…”

He watched her face contort before dropping his eyes, mesmerized as he watched everything pulse and spasm, a deep sense of satisfaction overtaking him.

He let her finish, then leaned over, resting his chest against her back, his mouth against her ear.

“One question.”

“Hm?”

“Where does my little cum slut want it this time?”

She smiled. “So many choices.”

“Decisions, decisions,” he teased, licking the shell of her ear.

“Paint my face. Ruin my makeup.”

“I wanna ruin your fucking life,” he mumbled against her ear. “You just don’t know, Ci. Goddamn, I just…ughhhhhh.”

It was a deep frustration almost thirty years in the making. She was so close, right in his grasp, but she still felt far away.

She dropped to her knees facing the mirror and opened her mouth. Mark put a hand on her head and slid inside, his knees immediately weak, his heart pounding against his ribs.

He moaned as quietly as he could while he fucked her pretty face. Her mouth felt even better than it had back then. Her passion for him was more palpable.

The pressure mounted fast. The explosion wasn’t far behind. With a quiet groan, he pushed her head away just in time. She stuck out her tongue, a bullseye he managed to hit as he stroked himself through his orgasm. The rest of his release landed haphazardly on her cheeks, chin, lips, and neck. Seeing her face covered prolonged his pleasure, somehow making her look even more beautiful, if that was even possible.

He pulled her to a standing position and jammed his tongue in her mouth, kissing her hard and deep, showing his gratitude. Expressing his passion.

Somewhere outside the door, laughter echoed. But inside, it was just the two of them. Again, and at last.

Chapter 24

“Ms.Sunny,that’syourcue!”

Daisy blew out a sigh as Sunny jogged over to the beginning of the aisle.

“Sorry, sorry!” she said with a smile. “I was distracted.”

That was an understatement. Mark had been giving her the eye and she missed her cue.

“Where’s the groom?” Daisy said. “God help us. This…” she trailed off, shaking her head.

“I’m here,” Davion said as he walked up. “Sorry.”

“Okay, so I’m to understand we changed this?” Daisy glanced at her iPad. “Your father is walking in alone, and you’re escorting your mother. Is that right?”

“Yep.” Davion took his mother’s hand, glancing behind him at his sulking father. “You ready, Mama?”

As they made their way down the aisle, Sunny elbowed her son playfully. “One more day. You ready?”

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