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My father has hired a mountain to protect me.
My panties are a hot mess and I’m not sure if I need him to leave or scoop me up and do whatever he wants to me. Whatever. He. Wants.
a cozy nook with cushions and book laid open in the corner. Cassy reads. For some reason I like that.
Still, I have a second to fuck with this short little pocket rocket. “Are you married?” I ask Scarlet. She pops a hip up and grins. “No. Got any hot friends?” “Yes.” I deadpan her. “But they’d probably kill you an hour into the date.” Cassy gasps while Scarlet grins wider. “I’m into knife play. Give them my number.”
“Give me two minutes, then I’m fucking you properly,” Josh growls. “That wasn’t properly?” I rasp out the question. “No sweetheart. I want you to feel the fullness of me inside you. I want to write my name on the inside of this pussy, so you’ll never forget me.”
How am I supposed to just pretend this never happened? Is he insane? It was earth shattering.
“Such a good little slut. Do you like being my dirty girl?” She gagged as she nodded.
The image of her tied up naked on our bed where I can get a blow job any time I want or slide between her legs and suck on her pussy is really fucking appealing. Jesus, imagine it.
“Cassy, Isaac is dead,” Josh says, and I gasp. “What? How?” “Because no one hurts my woman.” His voice is dark and thick with emotion.
“Josh,” I whisper. “I’m so fucking in love with you I am going to explode if I don’t tell you,” he rasps.
“I’m going to marry you.” Josh smiles against my lips. “You can’t tell me; you have to ask me.” I giggle. “I’m warning you, Cassy Cartwright. I am going to marry you.”
Two days later, I showed up at her house with a basket full of three kittens and a big fucking diamond ring. “You don’t have to bribe me.” Cassy cried, sliding the ring on her finger. I wasn’t. Those damn homeless furballs had been playing on my mind, but I would never tell a soul that. “Say yes, damn you.” I growled. “Yes!” Cassy threw her arms around me as I scooped her up and placed the basket on the ground.
“Feel that?” I growl. “That’s me claiming my bride. Making you my wife forever.” “Yes, my husband.”
