One Month Later
Things hit different when you’re true to yourself.
The leaves on the trees at Saint Margarets are starting to turn. The last six weeks have been filled with the best ups and downs.
Kitty is still a handful and I tame her ass with my dick when her tantrums start up now and I think, no, I’m sure, she does it just to get a good hard fuck when she needs it.
It’s all good with me. I’m making up for thirty-three years of no sex with my perfect girl and she’s sore and filled with me most of the time, but I don’t hear many complaints. Mostly because I’m also filling her mouth with my dick a couple times a day.
“Kitty.” I tug her hand toward the old church in the woods where we consummated our union for the first time. “Let’s go, I want to talk before the workers get here.”
She’s crouched down petting Baby’s belly, the little bell on her collar ringing as she wiggles and rolls on the ground. “But, Baby needs lovies.” She looks up with a pouty lower lip.
“I know who’s going to get some good hard lovies if she doesn’t come along.”
She scoffs as I pull to her her feet and she gives Baby’s pink leash a tug and she rolls around refusing to get up.
“She’s not going to walk on that thing. She’s a cat.”
“fine.” She bends down and scoops her up. “I’ll carry her.”
“Spoiled cat.”
“You spoil me.” She smiles, leaning into my shoulder.
I’m the happiest man alive. Every day I wake up with her next to me, I thank God.
The split with the church went well. The property transfer fell into place and the church retains control of the main chapel while I put the rest of the property into a trust that will protect it for the generations to come.
It took a couple weeks for everything to calm down. I spent some time in Orlando after I got Kitty from the hotel, and her mom and my dad are still working through their own bullshit.
I’m got my dad on ice for now. After some tough love, it was clear he’s just got a style of parenting that’s not really compatible with the life I see myself in now.
My brothers are coming to visit next month and I will always be there for them as I have. I guess I’m the father figure they missed with Hoover and I’m not going to fuck that up.
“I love this place. Maybe we should just leave it as it is? It’s beautiful, even broken, it’s beautiful.”
“True.” I agree as Kitty sets Baby on the grassy area where we fucked for the first time. It seems so long ago, so many fucks ago, I should say. Now that my dick is off ice, damn if we get anything else done, including sleep.
“When are the workers going to be here.”
“See, that’s the thing…”
“What?” She crooks her brow, tonging her lip as she rubs her soft belly where any day now, that pregnantcy test is going to come up with two pink lines.
“NO workers are coming.”
“No! You lied!”
“No…” I reach out to grab her hands, her eyes are already flaming with an oncoming tantrum. “I said, we had something important to do here. Decisions to make. I didn’t actually say we were meeting anyone else.”
“Cole Martin.” She says with a glare. “Daddy, bad Daddy.”
“Just hold your hot brat back for a minute, then you can stomp your feet all your want if you choose.”
She huffs on a pout. “Fine, but you promised I could register for fall semester later, so this better not take too long. Whateer it is we are here for.”
“You’ll get restered, I promise, but first…” I scratch as my jaw, nerves suddenly stealing the words I had memorized as I clear my throat and reach into my pocket and pull out the piece of paper. “Kitty, you’re my everything. You’re the pain in my ass I never knew I needed but I can’t live without. I’ll walk to hell and back to make you smile.”
I unfold the piece of paper. “Marriage license?” She gives me a quizzical look. “We applied, but you said we had ninety days to have the ceremony.”
“I did say that, but I don’t want to wait.” I swallow. “I’m still ordained, and although technically, you’re not supposed to marry…yourself. It’s been a month since we made love here, right where we are standing and I need you to be my wife Kitty. Right now, under the sky and with the birds in the rafters, I’ll give you whatever kind of wedding you want later, but I need you to marry me right now.”
I pull out the wedding bands from my back pocket and push mine into her palm and hold hers in my fingers.
I put an engagement ring on her the day after I came to Florida but we’ve been pussy footing around on getting married and I’m done waiting.
“If I die tomorrow—”
She gasps. “No…”
“I’m not going to die tomorrow, baby, but if I did, I’d want to die as your husband. So, just repeat afater me…”
I go through the vows I’ve said for other couples on many occasions over my time as Father Martin but this hits me in the feels in a way I hadn’t expected.
By the time I get to my own, “I do”, I’m choking out the words, “I now pronounce you husband and wife.”
Kitty flings herself at me for a killer kiss as Baby licks her paw, ready to sign as our witness.
I’ve got her by the waist as I walk her over the altar and set her feet on the grass. “Up on your tip toes baby. Daddy need to fuck his wife.”
“Oooo, Daddy.” She hisses as I flip her skirt up and tug her panties down to her knees, slapping her bubble butt and knocking her feet wide as I release my already hard dick and drive it home in one hard thrust.
“Fucking soaking for me. Seems getting married is on your turn on list.”
“Getting married to you is on my turn on list.”
“Damn right to me. Anyone looks at you, I’ll send them to meet God.”
She doesn’t answer. I’m hitting her sweet spot already as she lays her cheek down on the stone altar letting me bang away at her hot little bratty cunt like a good Daddy should.
I fuck the brat out of her as often as she needs, but our sex is more than that. I make love to her slow and easy sometimes too. Eat at her sweet pussy fountain for hours while she reads some medical research report or just puts her head back on a pillow and let’s me have my fill.
I paint her fucking toe nails at least once a week and help her give Baby a bath risking life and limb because Kitty likes her kitty clean.
Me too. I just like to clean hers with my tongue.
I burst inside her hot little hole after she gushes and we’ve gotten smarter, keeping towels and a change of clothes in the car or a bag with us wherever we go.
Because, whenit’s fucking time, it’s fucking time and we culd be in the rest room at the damn grocery store when I get a wiff of that sweet pussy and need relief.
She’s there for it every time like the good girl I always knew she was.
Giovanni and I are in the first stages of our research facility which will have a home base here on the property, but we’ve partnered with PharmCo. on a new build that will take our research to the highest levels.
We named the building after her father and my mother. The Lisa Dean Research Center.
“So good.” Mutter as Baby tugs at her leash, laying on her back trying to pull the collar from her neck and go romping through the woods. “No way. You are not getting away. I’m not going to console my wife when you disappear again and she’s crying non-stop for two days.”
I slip my dick from Kitty, fingering my cum back up inside her as I do every time we fuck.
“Don’t be mean to the pussy.” Kitty smirks and I give her cheek a soft slap.
“Then, get your pussy under control.” I zip up, then smooth her skirt back in place as a clap of thunder sends the birds chirping and skittering into the sky.
“Storm’s coming.” She says, reaching for Baby and tucking her under her arm.
“I’m your storm shelter little dove. Never forget it, I’m your safe place. No one will hurt you. Not even Mother Nature.”
She smiles as we jog back to the car and there’s a moment of darkness as the clouds block out the sun.
I told her I would never lie to her, but there are things she doesn’t know.
I hop in the car and start it up. “Buckle up, baby.” I remind her like I do every time we go somewhere then turn on the ignition just as the clouds open up and the rain covers the windshield.
I took a little trip the day after I landed in Orlando and we had our own room at the hotel while her mom and Hoover tried to deal with their own shit.
She said the guy that grabbed her in the bathroom was missing two fingers on his left hand and he had a bat tattoo on his neck with the name, Cruizer underneath.
It took some digging, but since she had given me the info on the club where she was that night, ti didn’t’ take long to find him.
I’m not sure if taking a life is the ultimate sin, but no one touches my girl and gets away with it. Not like that.
She still won’t go into a public bathroom without me. That causes some issues here and there, but no way am I letting her out of my sight.
“I think we should wait out the storm.” Kitty says as Baby curls up in the back seat.
“You think?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, you should give Daddy’s dick a good cleaning with your mouth.”
I’m already letting my cock loose from my pants. Her mouth is next level and I’ll take a good cock sucking from my girl whenever there’s an opportunity.
“Get busy.” I pull her by the hair down onto my already thick cock, laying the seat back and letting her do her magic.
She’s my heaven and my hell. She brings the joy and the challenge, but I’m up for it.
And so is my dick.
“Good girl.” I pet the back of her head. “You make me proud.”
She cocks her head, my dick stretching out her pink lips and I see the smile in her eyes.
My sweet, bratty, dirty wife.
I would have waited for her forever, but now that she’s here, I’m never letting her go.
“I love you.” I grit out as my balls tighten and I fill her mouth with my cream.
We may have had a rough start, but I’ll spend the rest of my life making up for it. As long as she’s with me, anything is possible.
