She rolls toward me, opening her legs, her eyes sleepy but open, the sweetest smile on her face.
“I was dreaming about you,” she murmurs in my ear, straddling me, my cock rock-hard and her sweet pussy wet with want.
“Good dreams, I hope?”
“Dirty dreams,” she whimpers, lifting her creamy ass as I ease my thick cock into her juicy hole.
“Lucky me,” I groan as I fill her up nice and good, the way we both so dearly need. She leans down, her full tits in my face, and I kiss them, fucking her the way she needs. God, I’m a lucky bastard to have this princess in my bed, in my arms, sitting on my cock like it’s her throne.
She rocks her hips, her hands press to my chest and I fuck her nice and slow, the way my girl needs. Her tits look so fucking good as I take her and she takes me, and damn, we’re lost. In a daydream, a fantasy, a goddamn dream come true. I come fast, hot and thick, and so does she, her sweet slit dripping as she gets off on my thick rod.
“Oh God, yes,” she moans loudly as she finishes before collapsing in my arms.
This time, we both fall asleep. Bodies entwined, her cunt wet and my cock hard and our future the only thing we dream about. Because this girl is mine, and I am hers, and the rest of the world is going to have to get used to that fact real damn fast.
The smell of coffee wakes me, and I sit up in bed, my bathroom door ajar. I see a naked Bailey drying her hands, and our eyes meet in the mirror.
“You made coffee?” she asks. “In the five seconds I was in there?”
I shake my head. “No… I…” I look out my bedroom window and see my dad’s car parked right next to the Corvette. “It’s my dad.”
“Oh crap,” Bailey says, looking for her clothes. But her suitcase is downstairs.
I step toward her. “Shhh, it’s okay — we’re okay.”
“But your dad… and I’m here… and…” She shakes her head, anxious.
“And you’re my girl. We’re both adults. It’s gonna be okay, baby. I promise.”
I give her a pair of my boxers and a large sweatshirt, and I pull on sweats. “This is a serious walk of shame,” she says.
“Nothing to be ashamed of, Bailey,” I tell her. But I admit as I walk down the stairs to the kitchen that I’m wondering what my Dad might really think.
As I round the corner, he folds his newspaper. “Coffee?” he asks, and I nod, stepping aside so he can see Bailey.
“Sounds good, but I, uh, want you to meet someone.” I clear my throat. “This is Bailey, Dad — the girl I’m going to marry.”
Dad nearly spits out his coffee, and Bailey gasps, covering her mouth.
“I told you I was serious, Dad. And nothing has changed.”
Bailey looks dumbstruck. “Billy, really? You… I mean what are you…” She shakes her head.
“I love you, B. Nothing will change that. I’m making you my wife.”
“Does she get a say in this?” Dad asks, standing now.
“Of course,” I say. “But I just wanted you to know my intentions with her. I’ve never brought a girl home before—”
“For the night, I might add,” Dad says, refilling his coffee, seeming confused about what to say. He pours coffee for Bailey, pulls a chair out for her. “Take a seat, sweetheart,” he says. “Let me get to know the erosion my son has lost his mind over.”
Bailey sits, biting her bottom lip, and I pour myself coffee, seeing as my dad is focused on other things.
“I’m sorry if we overstepped,” Bailey says. “I don’t want to offend you. But I’ve got to say, Mr. Barton, you’ve raised an amazing son.”
My dad clears his throat, looking at Bailey, shaking his head. I sit down next to her, rest my arm across her shoulders.
“You’re just kids,” Dad says.
“Two kids who are ready to make it work,” I say.
“You want this, Bailey?” my dad asks. “What do your parents think?”
I smile, noticing how he isn’t flat-out refusing.
“I love Billy. I didn’t realize he was wanting to marry me…” She looks over at me, her eyes filled with tears. “I don’t want you to pity me, to consider this because you think you owe me something. Especially since my mom skipped town last night. I’m not your responsibility.”
My dad frowns. “I don’t know what happened with you mother, but Billy