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Note: Plot by mymyself19, plot by me.
Russell was ready to be married.
It had been two whole months, and Quinn was seven months pregnant.
It didn’t matter that much, but it would be ideal if they were married before their child was born.
It wouldn’t be difficult. They were just so busy, and he just hadn’t made it happen yet.
He and Quinn already lived like a married couple, so he really couldn’t figure out why they weren’t actually married yet.
He was going to fix that… yesterday.
Or, maybe just today since, as powerful as he was, he still couldn’t travel back in time.
Before he got too lost in a regret that wouldn’t matter in the long run, he headed up to where he knew he would find his girl.
“Hey, baby,” Russell climbed into the bed behind a naked Quinn, spooning her.
His dick instantly hardened when he felt her round ass against his crotch and her round belly under his hand.
“Hi, Daddy… mmmm, why are you still dressed?” she reached behind her and rubbed at his crotch.
“Oh, I won’t be for long. I just need to ask you something first,” he said, rubbing her belly absentmindedly.
It still made him harder, but he was going to plow through so he deserved his reward.
“How’d you like to go get our marriage license this Saturday, babe?” he asked.
“Mmmm… I’d very much like that,” Quinn hummed, still rubbing his crotch.
“Good… we’ll make a day of it… go get your fake ID, get lunch, then our marriage license,” Russell said.
“Can’t wait…. can you take this out now?” she squeezed his dick through his pants.
“Of course,” he answered and chuckled.
He wasn’t sure what he had expected, but it was perfect… no muss, no fuss.
Only blissful happiness forever for Quinn and Russell.
He took out his cock and fucked his fiancée.
***
“Hey, boss. You called?” Santana asked from the threshold of Russell’s new office.
“Yes, Santana, please take a seat and close the door. We need to talk,” Russell replied from his seat behind his large mahogany desk.
Quinn had sat on that desk and spread her legs for him that very morning.
He shook his head a little to get the images out of his head.
He needed to talk to his protégé.
Once the door was closed, Russell got down to business.
“You need to pay a visit to that moron on G Street. He’s dealing again.”
Santana rolled her eyes.
“Fuck, how can he be so fucking stupid?” Santana growled.
The Fabrays did not have a reputation for doing everything in the most legal way, but drug dealing was way over the line for them.
Drugs actually hurt the people of Boston. The Fabrays always wanted Boston to be safe.
But, occasionally, one of their people got greedy.
“I don’t know. But, I need your expert touch on this one. We need to see if we can make an example of him,” Russell said.
Santana smirked.
It disappeared when Russell spoke again.
“Finn’s going with you.”
“No, boss. Please! I don’t need that dough boy with me,” she complained. “I’m more than capable of handling myself.”
“Santana, your words definitely pack a punch, but your fists really don’t. So you’ll take Finn with you, just in case.”
Santana knew his word was final.
And, as irrational as his protectiveness was as the birth of his son approached, Santana was touched by the increased concern for his family.
Santana wouldn’t say that out loud though.
She was a badass, and she did not need Finn.
“Now,” Russell began again as soon as he saw Santana accept his orders. “If you do the job well, and don’t give Finn too much of a hard time, I’ll arrange for the zoo manager to close for a whole day so you and Brittany, and anyone else you want to invite, can have it all to yourself.”
Santana smirked.
“Boss, you know the way to this bitch’s frozen heart. Britt’ll love it. So…. okay. I won’t give Finn a hard time… but he better not interfere unless it’s absolutely necessary,” Santana said.
She had to maintain that badassness somehow.
“I’ll tell him,” Russell chuckled.
“What about Q? I don’t want Frankenteen with me, but I definitely think he’s useful in protecting her,” Santana said.
“Be careful, Santana. Your nice is showing,” Russell teased. “And, don’t worry. Quinn will be safe and sound with me all day.”
He waggled his eyebrow.
“Gross.”
Santana’s relationship with Russell was a unique one.
He was her mentor, her father and her unquestioned boss all in one.
And, sometimes they were more like bros, drinking buddies.
Sometimes, it was hard to keep them separate.
“Can I go now, or is there something else?” Santana asked.
“Nope… now, get out of here. I need to get my dick wet,” Russell said.
Santana dry heaved and left.
***
Saturday morning, after a quick fuck and shower, Russell and Quinn set out to Russell’s “record keeper” for Quinn’s fake ID.
Nobody knew that Quinn was Russell’s daughter.
Yes, people knew the rumors, the vague history of the Fabrays.
Judy’s name floated around on whispers, and people wondered.
“Whatever happened to the little Fabray girl?” someone would ask.
“I heard she died with her mother,” another someone would answer.
“No… I heard they shipped her off to an overseas relative so she wouldn’t get tangled up in the Fabray business,” another would say.
“I hear she’s living in anonymity, supported by Fabray money in some small town in Ohio,” still another would say.
Sometimes the rumors touched on truth like this, but usually they were wildly speculative.
All this meant that they could easily get away with this plan to legally marry.
Fake ID safely procured, they headed off to lunch.
They had a nice meal, of course, but they also devoured each other in the ladies’ room.
They chose the restaurant for its clean and one-person restrooms.
It left plenty of room for a quick and dirty blow job and, then, a quick and dirty fuck with Russell sitting on the toilet and Quinn sitting on his dick.
“Fuck, that was good,” Quinn breathed as she stood up and stuck her finger in her pussy to keep her father’s cum inside.
They headed off to the marriage license bureau.
“Hi, I’m Russell Fabray, and this is my fiancée, Quinn. We’d like a marriage license” he announced to the clerk.
“Hello, Mr. Fabray. It’s an honor to meet you. Do you have all the documents necessary, ID, Social Security numbers? And… just for you, we’ll waive the fee and waiting period and issue your license today as long as we get all the documentation,” the clerk said.
Russell smiled.
Being a Fabray in Boston most certainly had its extra special advantages.
“We sure do,” Russell said.
They handed over Russell’s actual ID and Quinn’s fake ID, showing Quinn Mason as her name, and soon they were back at their home legally licensed to get married.
Russell pushed Quinn up against the front door, kissed her hard and grabbed her ass, announcing his intention to celebrate.
She was so in the mood to celebrate herself.
She needed him hard, though, as hard as he possibly could get so she could feel its rigidness sliding along her pussy walls.
And, she knew how to accomplish that.
She pushed him back.
Russell was momentarily confused, but he quickly let Quinn take over.
Anytime Quinn took over, his dick was happy.
Quinn turned them around so he was against the door and quickly got on her knees.
He looked down at the beautiful sight of Quinn on her knees, big pregnant belly sticking out for him to see and looking up with lust in her eyes.
Her tits spilled out of her top, and his mouth watered.
She was still dressed, but somehow she was sexier than any other beautiful naked woman could possibly be.
But, he wasn’t imagining any other beautiful woman naked on her knees.
He was watching his daughter, his lover, his fiancée on her knees.
He couldn’t wait to see what she planned.
Suddenly, she was almost desperately unbuckling his belt and pulling his zipper down.
His dick twitched at the predatory look on his daughter’s face.
Quickly, she pulled his pants and boxers off.
Russell let out a child-like yelp when Quinn roughly grabbed his crotch.
Then, he gasped as she licked his sac, from one side to the other.
She stood and fisted his dick… which was definitely as hard as she’d wanted it.
“I want you fuck me in our bed all night long… I don’t want your dick out of me even while we sleep,” she purred.
With that, she went upstairs, leaving pieces of clothing in her path.
He watched, dick pointing like a compass at the retreating Quinn.
He stared at her creamy, round ass and flared hips.
“Are you coming?”
Somehow, he didn’t even realize she’d gone out of sight, she’d put him in such a daze.
He practically flew up the steps.
Demanding Quinn was such a turn-on.
Obviously, they couldn’t tell their children the whole story of the day they got their marriage license, either.
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