Regina's Dad ♡♡♡ Part 3 ♡♡♡

A short story by Osi Mac

I slide into a white mini skirt and the light blue linen blouse that he once ran his eyes over saying, “you look smashing in that top.” His attention held only by my cleavage.

“Glad that you could make It.” he smiles and wraps his arms around me, the scent of his cologne sending a tingling sensation in-between my legs.

The powerful motor of the engine roars like a lion as he steers the boat, pushing it further into the middle of the lake, away from the other sailors.

I let myself get into the moment, the rays of sunlight bathing my face and the coolness of the fresh breeze flipping my hair in all direction.

“Want to take the wheel?” he paints an elegant picture sporting a white Tommy t-shirt on a matching short with black strips running down the sides.

“If only you promise to show me how it’s done.” My eyes sweeping over his biceps mouthing “doooonnnnneeeee.”
“Sure thing.” Blessed Mary! Those fine dimples of his, I just want to dip my tongue into them.

He places his hands on mine and guides them on the movement of the wheel. His legs are wide apart, and I push my buttock against his crotch, positioning the gap between my ass cheeks against the bulge on his shorts.

As the boat bumps into the waters, my ass cleavage rubs on his growing member, each bump serving as an excuse to push back even harder and giving it a stealth squeeze.

His breathing quickens and fans my neck. I hear him gasp each time I give his shaft the accidental jam. My heart is now threatening to explode; I turn my head to meet his eyes, lips apart, dying to be kissed.

He makes no move but his eye speaks.

Damn it!

My hand moves to his head, bringing it down towards me, my lips search for his mouth, finds its warmth and they are as soft as they were in dreamland.

His tongue runs wild in my mouth, one hand wrap around my waist while the other steers the wheel. I press my body on his torso, easing the ache on my nipples. His hands move to my buttocks, cupping them with such strength.

The roar of the engine, the water splashing against my legs and the thrill of doing that which is forbidden heighten my want. I lower myself, knees on the deck, my hand runs up his legs, yanking off his designer’s pants. His member jumps out, and I capture it right into my mouth. gowns in the evening looks elegant

He makes animal sounds. I look up at him; his eyes are almost rolling up his head. I push a finger up his ass hole and his grip tightens on my head. I give the crown of his pulsating shaft a slight bite and he calls out,

“Oh god! Oh god! wait! Wait! Got to turn off the engine.”

My hand goes in-between my legs and I thrust in two fingers, moving them back and forth, my eyes holding his as I put them in my mouth.

I thrust them in again and place them on his lips.

“Taste me, lick.”

He runs his tongue over my sticky fingers covered with cum and even asks for more.

I bend and lick the pre-cum on his shaft and guide it inside me, wrapping my legs around his waist. The moaning sound of a donkey filters into my ears but it’s me pleasuring as his hardness fills my insides, tearing them apart.

He rides like kingdom come, panting and biting on my shoulders, pushing my back against the wheel’s reinforced wood. He stretches my walls, his shaft consumed with greed as he sends a zillion part of himself deep inside me.

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Two years later.

“Do you Sarah Korndrait; take this man as your lawful husband to have and to hold from this day forward, till death do you part?”

Emeka, tugs at my hand, drawing my attention to the priest.

I do not look at the holy man, for fear he might see the sin in my eyes.

There is a deep sadness in my heart as I look at the brown eyes and honey-colored face of my husband to be.

“Yes, I do.”

“Do you Emeka Obi, take this woman Sarah Korndrait, ….?”

I feel Alex's eyes on my back, the joy radiating from Regina and her mum.

My own parents whispering with excitement.

I also feel the flow of semen running down my panties, threatening to stain my white wedding gown.

The scene rolls like a movie right before me.

“You know you’ll always be mine.” His eyes pierce through me, as he lines the cocaine on his crown, and guides his shaft into me.

I’m hooked on the glow I feel each time he does that. It spreads from my core and sends unbearable pleasure in a million jots as he thrusts his hips a thousand times.

I can’t resist him even as much as I try and today, he had taken me in my wedding gown right at the basement of the church.

It had taken just one text message.

“the coast is clear, meet me at the far end of the garage.”

Osi Mac
with Love
Feb 2019

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