Helping her to her feet, he kissed her as they ended up on the bed. On her back, he was an expert at getting her ready for his cock, turning her over, raising her arse and lowering his mouth. Tongue, lube, fingers, and she was ready to take his cock once again, glancing back to see his cock was rock hard once again. He gestured with his hand, turning over onto her back, as he got into position, sliding his cock slowly inside her.
“Stroke yourself, sweetie,” he whispered, “Cum for your future husband.”
She blinked rapidly, feeling foolish for wanting to cry again. She’d always been emotional, not that it’s a bad thing, but he just made her so happy sometimes, she was so happy that constant smiling sometimes wasn’t enough, that her body required something else to expel all the happiness she felt when with him. Feeling him slowly thrust into her, she felt the smile form as his lips found hers.
“Fuck your future wife,” she moaned softly, “Just think, this arse will be yours, until death do us part.”
He kissed her again, wrapping her arms around him as she savoured the feeling of his thick cock inside her. Her legs soon ended up around him as well, feeling him drive his cock at a different angle, patting him so he lifted himself up enough that she could play with her girlcock. She was almost achingly hard and knew she wouldn’t last long.
“Slowly, honey,” she whispered, “You’re touching me in the right place.”
One of his hands ended up grabbing her firm arse, slowly driving his cock nice and deep. She moaned and grunted, as despite going slow, there was still the occasional hard thrust. It made her smile, though. They’d experimented over their time together with some very hard fucking, wondering just how much she could endure. On occasion, he’d absolutely nailed her. There was only the one time she’d admit he’d hurt her. Completely unintentional and it had absolutely shattered him when she’d cuddled into him afterwards, admitting it hurt.
It was the first time she saw him cry, believing he’d hurt her so badly. The pain barely lingered for more than a few hours, but he’d felt awful about it for a number of days.
“Gonna cum,” she groaned, Mark leaning back, wrapping his hands around her thighs and driving his cock deep, smiling as he watched her shoot cum all over herself. He used a finger to scoop a little up, offering his fingers to her. She smiled and sucked on his fingers eagerly. She then returned the favour, and he never hesitated in swallowing her cum in return.
Now that she’d cum, his eyes lit up as he pulled out completely and spun her around. She knew what he wanted, getting onto her knees while resting on her forearms. Lightly slapping her arse, he slid back inside her as he grabbed her ponytail, pulling her head back gently, as he started to fuck her.
“Oh fuck yes!” she cried out, “Fuck my arse!”
He slapped her arse again. “My arse,” he growled, “Who’s arse, Cindy?”
She giggled as he pulled her ponytail again. “Property of Mark Jones.”
“And who does my cock belong to?”
“Me! Cindy Williams, soon to be Cindy Jones.”
He slapped her arse again, making her burst into a fit of giggles, knowing he was doing his best not to chuckle along with her. “Definitely going to film us fucking and make you my little porn star. But the films will only ever be for us. Only I get to see you naked, Cindy. And I’m yours in return.”
She glanced back and met his eyes. “Fill me up, honey. I’m feeling tired…”
“Okay, sweetie.” He pulled her back so she was resting against his chest, still pumping her but slowly, his lips at her neck as his hands caressed her body. She knew he was close as he played with her girlcock again. She wasn’t going to get hard, but she loved it when he just touched her, remembering the early days when he had been unsure how much attention he should give her girlcock. Once she’d assured him that it was part of who she was, and that she got plenty of enjoyment out of it, his hesitation ended, though he still made sure she was comfortable with it.
“I’m close,” he whispered into her ear. Feeling him fill her arse always gave her that warm feeling, his cock pumping her deep. He kept thrusting into her until he was starting to go soft, wrapping an arm tight as he laid them down on the bed, spooning back against him, his cock falling out of her arse.
“Shower?” he whispered.
“No. I want to feel you leaking out of me during the night.”
Pulling the covers up and over them, she made sure as much of his body was cocooning her smaller one as he turned off the lamp by the bed. “Did I surprise you?” he wondered.
“I had no idea, Mark! First a house, now a proposal…” She paused and took his hand, resting it between her breasts. “The only wish I have is that I could give us a baby,” she whispered.
“Oh, sweetie…”
She kissed his hand. “I’m not upset, honey. It’s just something I wish for sometimes, that I could have an operation that would let me not only look like a woman below, but that I could have all the other things a woman has. The idea of making love then carrying our child… It’s a lovely dream, Mark. It only ever makes me smile.”
“Do you want that operation?”
“Honestly? I’ve not really thought about it all that much in a long time. I know so many girls like me dislike that part of their body. I don’t blame them. I sympathise with so many of my sisters, aware of what they go through. I’ve always accepted it as part of me. And you see me as a woman, Mark. You have no idea how much that means to a girl like me.” She paused and turned around. “How do I make you feel?”
“Loved and desired. I’m not a complex man, Cindy. All I wanted was to find a woman who loved me for who I am, who didn’t expect me to change who I was, who accepted me faults and all, but what I could promise the woman who loved me is that I would absolutely love, adore and cherish her with all my heart in return. The only addition to that is she’d have to love my daughter too. And I see how much you love her, which is why you’re even more special to me.”
She couldn’t stop looking at her new ring the next morning at breakfast, Emily and her two friends as excited as she was. When Cindy suggested that Emily could be her flower girl, and wanted her involved in the ceremony, Emily was so excited, she didn’t know where to laugh, cry or dance around the kitchen.
When Emily hugged her tightly and said she loved her, Mark was by the counter, and Cindy knew he was doing all he could to hold his emotions in check. The rest of the day was just as wonderful, Mark suggesting they take in a movie before he treated his two favourite girls to dinner out, whispering to his daughter that she would get a tasty dessert as well.
That meant a big bowl of ice cream with all the trimmings at her favourite ice cream parlour.
Mark missed his daughter when he had to return her to his ex-wife. Cindy missed her presence when staying at his apartment, and knew she’d really miss it now that they were living together permanently. What surprised her was when Emily hugged her tightly before returning to her mother, whispering how much she was going to miss her too.
“I love you, Cindy. See you in two weeks.”
“I love you too, sweetheart.”
“Look after daddy for me.”
“Always. I love him as much as you do.”
“I know, but I also know daddy loves you as much as he does me.”
“Is that okay?”
She smiled at her. “Of course, Cindy. Daddy said we each have half of his heart, and that’s what makes him whole again. I’ve always had half of his heart, but the other half was lost for a long time. You found the lost half of his heart and made him whole again.”
Cindy would confess that her life felt like a dream over the next few months before the wedding. Everyone was offering help and advice, though she’d had an idea in her head of her perfect wedding since she was a little girl. Mark happily sat down whenever she had an idea to book something or a plan in her head of what she wanted, but also ensured it was something he happily agreed to. Having been married once, though he wanted it to be their day, he knew how important it was to her as well. He told her more than once that she would be the main focus. He wanted her centre stage, so he could show how much he loved her.
They agreed to keep the budget small. Her dress would be expensive, taking her mother, his mother and sisters and her friends out more than once to find the perfect dress. She knew he was going for a simple suit, maybe even a tuxedo, a couple of his friends as best man and groomsmen. Alexa would be her Maid of Honour, and she asked his two sisters to be bridesmaids. Considering she already felt close to them, it just let to smiles, tears and a lot of hugs.
Mark had no real interest in another bachelor party, but he did go out with his friends a week before the wedding for a night out, though he spent half the time messaging her anyway. She did have a bachelorette party. No men invited. No strippers or anything like that. Just a night out for a few friendly drinks before dancing the night away at the club, letting their hair down. More than one man tried his luck, suggesting one last night away. Considering she didn’t even dance with any other men, she was ready to slap anyone who would suggest such an offer.