Page 73 of Watch Me, Daddy

When we arrived at the church, no one questioned our late arrival. I took my place, as did the rest of the wedding party, and I took a deep breath, pulling my veil back into place.

I was getting married today. It was time.

The quiet notes of music filled the air as I took the first step down the aisle, my heart racing with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. There were beautiful white petals scattered on the ground. As I walked, my eyes remained locked on his, and I felt the heat of his dark, knowing gaze envelope me. It was as if he could see into my very soul, and in that moment, the world around us ceased to exist.

I could feel the blush creeping up my cheeks as I drew closer to him, his presence magnetic and irresistible. My pussy was still bare beneath my dress, and his seed was drying on my thighs, marking me as his in secret. I could feel the soreness in my asshole with every step, just like he’d promised, and I adored him for it.

No one knew but us, and that made my heart swell.

When I finally reached his side, I could feel the electricity in the air, the anticipation of the moment we became man and wife making my heart race even faster. His answering smile put me at ease.

I was vaguely aware of the priest speaking before us. I repeated passages at the right times and so did Aidan, but I have no memory of what those were. The ceremony was a blur of words and emotions, until it was finally time for the moment we had both been waiting for, our first kiss as man and wife.

With a soft, yet deliberate motion, Aidan’s fingers brushed against mine as he lifted the veil that had concealed my face. And there he was, looking at me as if I were the only person in the world. His lips curved into a small, smoldering smile that sent shivers down my spine.

As his lips met mine, the kiss was anything but traditional—it was a fiery declaration of our desires. Our bodies pressed against each other, the heat of our connection igniting a spark deep down in my core. In that moment, I realized that our love story was just beginning, and I was ready to embrace every twist and turn, every moment of passion and surrender that awaited us.

It was everything I could have ever hoped it would be.

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With a deep breath, I walked into Murphy’s Pub and Grill.

I gazed at the weathered bar top, covered with nicks and grooves, worn smooth by the touch of countless hands over time. The walls were painted in a deep hue of forest green and adorned with rich stained wood wainscoting.

I could have had my reception in a grand hall with all the intricate details that came with that sort of grandeur, but from the moment I stepped inside the pub, I knew I was home.

“That dress is to die for! You’ve got good taste,” Ada exclaimed with a wink.

She’d helped me pick it out, together with Leah and Caitlin.

The sleek white evening gown that I was wearing for my grand entrance to the reception was one of the most beautiful dresses I’d ever laid eyes upon. Its smooth, white fabric clung to my curves in all the right places, accentuating my figure while still leaving something to the imagination. The bodice was adorned with delicate lace detailing, adding a touch of whimsey to the dress. The back of the gown was just as breathtaking as the front, with an open design that showcased a hint of my bare back. Completing the ensemble was a thin, sparkling belt that cinched my waist, making me feel glamorously put together.

I wore nothing beneath it. Aidan had made sure of it.

In an instant, he was at my side with his arm wrapped around my waist. He grasped my hands and pulled me in for a kiss.

“I can’t resist you, sweet girl,” he murmured, his mouth brushing against my ear. I shivered as his heated breath tickled the tiny hairs against my neck, and I thought about how he’d fucked my bottom hole like a beast only a few hours ago.

My pussy clenched hard, and I remined myself for the thousandth time that we were in front of people, and I needed to get ahold of myself before I gave away how much of a little slut I was for Daddy in the bedroom.

Leah and Caitlin smiled knowingly from their seats. They were both happily married, and from what they’d hinted at, very well taken care of by their husbands behind closed doors.

Leah had her baby boy Colin on her hip. He was about a year and a half now and had the thickest head of hair I’d ever seen. Her five-year-old daughter Emma was holding her free hand and pointing in the direction of the tiered red velvet cake just waiting to be cut.

Kieran and Cormac were watching me, but they were keeping an eye on their wives out of the corner of their eyes. Connor and Caden had pints of Guinness in their hands already, and Ada’s husband Shane was sipping a glass of whiskey. Cormac gestured for Caitlin to join him, and she practically skipped over to him, only for him to whisper something in her ear that made her blush bright red. Immediately, she crossed her arms over her chest. There was a soft smile that glimmered at the edges of her lips.

I couldn’t be certain, but I didn’t think she was wearing a bra.

With a soft chuckle, I looked around the pub. There were other members of the family that I’d only met in passing. Liam Shelby had a pretty little blonde on his arm, but I hadn’t been introduced to her yet. Aidan’s cousins, Declan, Braden, Keegan, Tiernan and Tommy, were all sitting down in one of the booths. Every single one of them had a pint of Guinness.

Without warning, they all started pounding their mugs on the table.

“Sing a song for us, boss!” Declan called out.

“Song. Song. Song,” the rest of the crowd joined in, and Kieran shook his head. When he stepped forward, the whole pub quieted in a rolling hush, leaving everyone waiting with bated breath for what came next.

“This is for my brother and his beautiful new wife,” he exclaimed, lifting his own glass of whiskey, and tipping it in our direction.

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