His Unexpected Baby by Jamie Knight

Epilogue - Nina

It was even bigger than we’d anticipated. Chad was a real sweetie about helping to plan the wedding, there for every significant decision, acting like it was his day too, which was really cool. We also got some help from John and his wife, whose recent nuptials gave them some valuable insights. Particularly since all of my family showed up.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t surprised. The knock was as distinctive as his hat. Yet there dad stood, darkening our door, the biggest bouquet of flowers I’d ever seen.

“May I come in?” he asked sheepishly.

“I guess,” I said, still worried he might try to drag me away in a sack.

“Listen, Nina, I know I’ve made mistakes. In fact, by my estimation, the entire way I raised you was one big mistake. My fault, not yours. I know it is late, but I hope you will let me try to make amends.”

Dad was many things. A good liar wasn’t one of them. I always knew when he was trying to get something past me, and he wasn’t then. Every word had been spoken in sincere honesty. I’d never been one to hold a grudge and decided it was time to forgive him.

He’d brought the whole clan, Dunns from all over the country flying in to see his little princess get hitched. No longer caring that my husband-to-be owned a garage. Mainly after he found out how successful it was. If anything, there was a natural overlap between their businesses. Dad giving Chad a deal on any Dunn-Ross products he wanted.

It was the first time I’d seen dad without a cowboy hat. On his head anyway, his signature hat held clutched to his chest. His other arm was for me as he walked me down the aisle to give me away.

Though this paled in comparison to the shock of seeing Chad in a proper suit. He looked so good my mouth actually dropped open. Luckily the dress had been my great grandma’s and came complete with a full veil to hide my face until the moment of truth. One of my few concessions to dad’s wishes. Mostly to apologize for calling him by his first name before telling him to go eat his hat. Another thing I kind of regretted in the aftermath. Not in terms of the action but the exact execution.

Kisses were had, the cake was cut, and Chad and I nearly floated around the dance floor, caught in a world all our own. I was only at the beginning of the first trimester, so the baby bump didn’t really get in the way. Which was nice considering we still had the honeymoon to look forward to.

“Where are we going?” I asked in the truck, the way we were driving not the way we had planned.

The plan had been to go home and finish packing for the honeymoon and leave for the airport first thing in the morning. Where we were actually going was the front lot of the garage.

“What are we doing here?” I asked, pretty sure I already knew.

“You’ll see,” he said with a sly wink.

Helping me down out of the truck cab, my new husband swooped me into his arms and carried me through the threshold of the open garage door. At the center of the room was a car raised up on the lift just high enough to be worked on — a pile of blankets and a bottle of what looked like champagne with two glasses underneath it.

“I can’t drink,” I pointed out, as the door closed automatically behind us, Chad hiding the remote well in his pocket.

“Non-alcoholic,” he said, laying me down on the blankets.

With soft kisses and sure hands, Chad got me out of the wedding dress as well as my underthings. The doors to the shop had no windows, so we didn’t have to worry about being seen.

Sharing labor like we would continue to do for the rest of our marriage, Chad stroked my pussy, warming me up as I helped him out of his clothes. Soon rendering him as naked as I was. His big, hard cock within inches of my hands. I claimed what was mine, taking him firmly in both hands, stroking him with both hands until I had to drop my mouth over the head to take his massive load. Making the most of it, I kept his cock in my mouth until he unloaded. Chad stroking my cheek as I licked him clean.

Kissing me softly, he lay me down on my back. Working his way down my neck, over my tits, and along my belly, my new husband buried his face in my wet, aching pussy, which had been unbelievably tight since the wedding banquet. He gave me some much needed relief.

I came quicker than I would have liked. Then again, I wasn’t sure I ever wanted it to end. Still, Chad more than made up for it. Easily pushing my legs apart with his hands on my knees, my loving husband gently mounted me. Stroking the warm head of his cock right up against my clit and making me moan.

“Ready, sweetheart?”

“Yes, please, fuck me, baby.”

“You want it hard?”

“Absolutely. Fuck me senseless.”

Kissing me hard, Chad started to move. Going from easing in and out of me to pumping his massive cock into my tight pussy. His hands holding mine above my head as I ecstatically writhed and moaned beneath him. His muscular body warming me up with an almost transcendental warmth.

“I want it in my ass,” I said when we’d both recovered.

“Turn over, sweetheart.”

Getting me into a doggy position, Chad touched the cool tip of a well-lubed butt plug to my asshole. I had no idea how he had managed to carry them without me, or anyone else, noticing, but I wasn’t about to complain.

Getting it positioned in my ass, Chad leaned down and licked me from behind. Using his tongue and fingers to bring me to a massive orgasm, making my asshole stretch even more as I relaxed.

The butt plug having done its work, Chad gently withdrew it from my stretched out asshole. Taking every precaution, he dribbled some lube into my asshole and then applied some to his cock. I shivered from the sudden chill but still appreciated the gesture.

“Move back a little, sweetie,” Chad said, putting a hand on my bare hip.

I shifted back a bit, lowering my upper body even more, presenting my ass for whatever he wanted to do.

He was gentle at first, only putting in the head. When my trembling finally subsided in his warm embrace, at least some of it from the coolness of the lube, he started to move faster. Slowly gaining speed, my true beloved was pumping my virgin ass on the floor of his garage, under the chaise of a car, the smell of metal and oil on the air. Just the way his greasy princess liked it.

We both came together, screaming out each other’s names, then collapsed into a heap. Chad held me from behind, one hand gently holding my belly and the child inside. We were a family, and I was finally in the life that was perfect for me.

THE END