Page 2 of The Curvy Girl's Father of the Bride
“Pleasure Ranch prides itself on providing the best service possible Mr. Byron. We’re honored to be the chosen venue for your daughter’s wedding,” the resort attendant says as he moves swiftly around the space. I watch patiently as he fluffs the pillows and adjusts the gauzy curtains. He turns to me with a professional nod. “Is there anything else you need?”
“No thank you. Great job.” I shake my head, dismissing him with a slight wave. “I’m good.” He gives me a subtle bow and gracefully leaves without another word and I make a note to be sure the pool staff gets their fair share of the massive gratuity I’ll be leaving.
Finally alone for the first time in hours, I let all the stress that comes with being the father of the bride fall off my shoulders. My usually mild-mannered Gillian, has morphed into a crazy person, one of those bridezillas. Even though I’ve spent a fortune hiring her the best wedding planner in the country, and she’s surrounded by a staff of ten catering to her every need, a thousand loose ends have somehow ended up on my lap.
What makes matters worse is this over-the-top wedding production is all my fault. Because of my stature in the community the consultants have insisted I sign off on every article, social media post, photo, the menu, the drinks, everything. And here I thought I was paying them to take over.
If anyone had bothered to read up on how I manage my multimillion-dollar real estate and cattle corporations, they’d know I’m not a micromanager. Maybe everyone is worried I’ll give them a bad review or sue them. I have no idea. After I finished approving the final flower arrangements, which was my last straw, I ditched everyone and headed for the pool.
And God knows after all the cocktails I’ve been consuming while signing off on the seemingly endless list of tasks, the quick lap was exactly what I needed to refresh myself. It’s only the first day of the wedding festivities, and I’m already drained. As I reach for a towel, a splash of movement near the water’s edge catches my eye.
And there she is again. My forbidden temptation.
Louisa’s here all weekend.
She’s always been beautiful, but in this setting, my goddaughter can only be described as breathtaking—sinfully so. And as much as I try to suppress my feelings and remind myself that she’s my best friend’s daughter and off limits, it’s impossible to ignore my attraction. It’s always there, simmering beneath the surface, an insatiable longing that grows stronger every time I lay eyes on her.
I managed not to gawk when I saw Louisa in the lobby, but now? In that bathing suit? How am I supposed to keep my eyes off her? It isn’t fair.God, how I want her.
My pulse races, pumping my bloodstream with an overwhelming desire to walk over, sit by her side, and trace the curves of her velvet skin with my tongue. Jesus, what’s come over me? How long will I be capable of fighting this war between wanting her with every breath and doing what the world deems as proper?
Is it right for me to deny my feelings when no other man could possibly love her or provide for her the way I can?
As Louisa’s godfather promised her parents I’d protect her and that’s all I’ve ever done, and all I ever will do. Is it so despicable to want to ravish her as my woman at the same time? I lock my gaze on her and stay hidden behind the curtains like a stalker. She’s at the edge of the pool with her curvaceous delectable legs dangling in the water.
Fuck.My throat goes dry. My heart pounds like a predator with his prey in sight. I turn away, forcing myself not to look. It’s fucking wrong to lust for her so lecherously. For Christ’s sake, I remind myself, I’m twenty-three years older—
But she’s a woman now.
I’m so buzzed I should probably be in my room sleeping it off. I definitely should’ve refused that fourth drink at the flower meeting because my resistance is low and my need is at an all-time breaking point.
I haven’t been fucked for so long I’m about to lose my damn mind. I move to the lounge chair with my dick swelling with every step. I’m still hidden behind the cabana curtain which allows me to feast on the sight of Louisa’s incredibly curvaceous body to my depraved heart’s content. She has no idea how fucking sexy she is. I’ll bet every hetero man at that pool would give anything to fuck her.
That bathing suit should be illegal. Even a blind man could see how deliciously ripe her breasts are, and how those pert raspberry tips are just begging to be sucked.Jesus.I’m oozing precum and I’m not even touching her, just looking at her flawless, taut, sunlit skin is enough. She’s wearing her thick blonde hair loose around her shoulders. What I wouldn’t do to grab a handful of that mane and sink my cock into her from behind.
The thought of her sweet pink pussy drives me insane. My cock is so obscenely hard for her it aches. I grab a nearby towel and spread it over me before I yank my trunks down to my knees. I pour some suntan oil on my hand letting the coconut scent fill my nostrils as I coat my thick needy shaft, making it slick. I close my eyes and squeeze my aching balls, covering them with oil before stroking all the way up from my base to my head and back down again.
Fuck.
My fist is her tight, hot pussy, clamping around me.Fuck me Louisa.I tighten my grip and stroke until I’m in a sweat, panting, consumed by her.Youneed an experienced thick cock like mine, isn’t that right baby?I clench my jaw and move my hand up and down faster and faster—You like it hard and rough, don’t you?In a daze, I imagine her pussy clench around me as I piston into her tight slick heat, taking her deep. She keeps her bottom tilted up at just the right angle as my balls slap against her perfect plump ass.
You’re mine, Louisa.I grit my teeth as the ecstasy builds higher and higher.You feel so fucking good.The pressure mounts as my balls ache and throb. Suddenly, I burst, spurting warm seed on my stomach and collapse back onto the lounger. I let out a deep sigh while the sensation of pleasure ripples through me. Finally, relief and contentment settle over me and every ounce of stress vanishes. She’s all mine. It’s just me and Louisa in my dreams …
***
Someone’s phone is ringing. Somewhere, far, far away. The sound becomes louder until it shatters my serenity. I blink, slowly becoming aware of my surroundings. Shit. It’s dark.
How long was I asleep? I grab my cell off the table next to me. It’s Gillian. It’s seven o’clock. I’m late for dinner.
Chapter three
Louisa
Where is he? I smooth the front of my sapphire blue lace dress. It fits me like a glove because I splurged and had it altered so it hugs me in all the right places. It’s elegant, but flirty and shows off just enough of the girls. I’d hoped Jeremy would see me in it.
My gaze shifts from the table to the expansive dining room windows and the lake. Mother Nature is putting on quite a show tonight. I’ve seen many sunsets before, but this one is breathtaking. The setting sun is casting an almost magical palette of fiery oranges, soft pinks, and deep purples while what’s left of the light dances off the water’s surface, creating a shimmering, ethereal view.
My father and I arrived promptly at six, sure we’d be holding everyone up if we were late for dinner. Obviously, there was no need to rush and the cozy space is filled with the hum of conversation and familiar faces.
