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Quinn was growing more and more excited to be married by the day.
And if she was desperate for Russell’s cock when they were living with Will, now that they were about to be married, she was completely insatiable.
Anytime, anywhere… nothing was off limits.
Santana had resorted to calling an hour in advance of arriving at their house.
It was the only way to be sure she didn’t witness something she really didn’t want to witness… again.
Seriously, they fucked at the drop of a hat, and they definitely didn’t wait to get started before people left the room.
They couldn’t even resist when they sat at in their regular corner, still very public, booth in their favorite restaurant.
Quinn often stuck her hand down Russell’s boxers under the table to massage the soft skin of his ball sac until he shot his load on her hand.
And, usually, before Quinn was able to finish him off, Russell had his hand under her dress and his mouth on her chest just a little lower on her breast than publicly decent.
On one particularly daring occasion, he sucked her nipple as it just peeked out of her lacy bra and beautiful dress.
Their mutual orgasm was very satisfying.
Needless to say, Russell was in coital heaven.
One advantage to Quinn’s bump was that they had to find some imaginative positions that definitely went into their permanent list of regular sex acts.
If they wrote this list, it might fill a book.
Aside from the sex, Russell and Quinn were already fully emotionally committed and had 100% faith in their relationship lasting forever.
All this meant that the usual nervousness of wedding planning didn’t exist at all between them.
They were only completely impatient for their impending nuptials.
They gave themselves one month to put together their perfect wedding.
They had agreed on having a small ceremony, so that made it easier.
Even though they were famous and powerful, and they loved the people of Boston, their wedding was just for them and their family.
Family and the love between the two of them were most important.
So they would have a private ceremony with Will, Santana and Brittany present.
Then, they’d have a blowout.
They needed to party.
They would invite employees, friends and prominent citizens to their big reception after the ceremony.
They would show the people of Boston that the love between them and the Fabrays was mutual.
When they announced it through all the media outlets three weeks in advance, it immediately became the event of the year.
And, the icing on the wedding cake was that Quinn and Russell could parade around, kissing and dancing and whispering sweet and dirty things in each other’s ear… all in front of the oblivious masses.
They’d have no idea that the lovely couple who had just pledged their romantic love and sexual faithfulness to each other forever was actually father and daughter.
The opportunity to flaunt their true relationship hidden in front of everyone’s gaze fueled their fucking for days leading up to the wedding.
Another element of the wedding that became more and more important as they planned was that they needed their honeymoon before the baby was born.
Russell needed to fuck his pregnant wife… now.
They were preserving as much tradition as possible because the irony added to the sinful nature of father and daughter getting married in front of an entire oblivious city.
But, one tradition they sacrificed was spending the night before the wedding apart.
They briefly contemplated it, but they knew it was impossible.
Since Quinn had come back from her only semester at Yale, they hadn’t spent a night apart… and every single night during those months, they’d fucked.
So, the night before the wedding, after all the plans were in place and when any other groom would be sleeping on his best man’s couch while his fiancée had a slumber party with her girlfriends, Quinn and Russell were in their own bed… together… desperately fucking.
“Ride my cock, baby,” Russell gasped.
He stared at Quinn as she displayed possibly her sexiest assets brought on by the pregnancy.
Her big, round but still tight ass spreading just a little every time she rocked back on his cock.
As they spread, he saw his cock joining with her pussy.
“Fuck, your pussy lips look so delicious spreading for me,” Russell breathed.
He squeezed her wide hips that had Russell’s dick constantly hard as, day by day, they adapted to support the growing baby inside her.
“Harder,” Russell gasped.
Quinn placed her hands on in his shins and pushed down just a little harder and increased her rocking so the mattress was practically screeching.
Creak...
Creak…
Creak…
Back and forth, back and forth, Quinn rocked, concentrating on feeling Russell’s cock.
“Fuck! You’re such a stud. I love feeling your long, hard dick inside me. I’m feeling it touching every part of my cunt, Daddy,” Quinn breathed, still rocking and rocking on her father’s cock.
“And, such a hot cunt it is baby,” Russell panted. “You're pouring your juices on my cock so good.”
Quinn was indeed very hot and very wet, and his words had her slowing down until she was less rocking and more massaging Russell’s cock with her pussy walls.
Every ridge on Russell’s cock fit every dip in Quinn’s pussy walls.
“Fuck!” Russell gasped.
He grabbed those hips he loved so much a little tighter and used them to thrust up into his woman’s warm, wet gushing pussy.
He shot a huge load of cum inside of her.
“Shit!” Quinn gasped and squeezed his cock even tighter as she squirted all over his balls and the bed.
She resumed her rocking back and forth, clit brushing against his balls as she milked them for all they could possibly give her.
She pulled off of him, and watched a big glob of his excess cum, not nearly all of what he put inside of her pussy, slide down his balls.
She caught it, obscenely, with her tongue and then moved up to kiss him.
***
The day was finally here.
Santana jokingly called it Doomsday.
She knew that once Quinn and Russell were married, with maybe a short break after the birth of their son, they’d be completely hot for each other.
Nobody laughed.
In any case, everything was set.
And, as unusual and unconventional as their relationship was, they had insisted that their union was before God just like any other loving couple.
They’d get down and dirty later, but the ceremony was a time for romance.
They wrote their own vows, and a minister performed the ceremony in William’s garden at sunset.
The local media coverage had caused the town to go in a frenzy over the after-ceremony reception, though.
It would seem rather obvious that Russell had skipped the bachelor party.
Quinn and her body were way better than strippers and alcohol.
He wanted to get married and, in fact, had considered himself a married man from the moment he fell in love with his daughter.
Even before they’d kissed or touched each other in a sexual way, Russell was 100% committed for life.
When Santana even suggested it, Quinn flew into a hormone-fueled rage that banished any inkling Russell had to give into Santana’s wish for naked strangers at his house.
And, if there was any doubt she was better than any naked stranger, she irrefutably proved that with a dirty lap dance followed by steamy sex as her rage morphed into horniness.
Still a little bit miffed at even the suggestion, Quinn got a little revenge on Russell for even entertaining the idea of a bachelor party.
One hint about giving Brittany free rein in planning a bachelorette party with strange cocks flying had Russell threatening murder to any men who dared to come near Quinn in any way but completely innocent.
Quinn limped slightly the next morning after they finally both assured each other that they were the only ones they’d ever see naked.
And finally, the day arrived.
Neither Quinn nor Russell could wait for the minister to pronounce them husband and wife.
The title mattered less at that point than getting to the honeymoon sex.
They needed each other like breathing.
***
A little flowery arc decorated with gardenias marked the place where the couple would swear their love and loyalty to each other.
Lanterns spread across the large space created an even more intimate environment.
The sun was starting to set, and it bathed everything in a magic glow.
Russell stood proudly next to the minister and William, both dressed to the nines with matching smiles on their faces.
Well, Russell’s was a little bigger.
This wedding was completely different from his first.
He didn’t really even remember his first, but this would be very different.
The first one didn’t count.
Santana and Brittany stood on the other side dressed in delicately patterned dresses, matching in colors with William’s tie and hat.
They weren’t ugly in the least.
Quinn walked the aisle alone.
Her father was not giving her away… not at all.
Russell, her father and her fiancé, lost his breath the moment Quinn appeared, stepping out of the mansion onto the porch.
She was the vision of an angel.
Her white dress contrasted wonderfully with her deep red lips.
There was never any thought of a different color than white… even off white.
Quinn was pure despite everything.
Even though she had been 14 and it was her father who had touched her first, for her that was not premarital sexual activity.
Russell Fabray was her husband the moment she realized she was in love with him.
The dress accentuated her feminine curves and large baby bump.
She didn’t care if anyone at all disapproved when they saw the pictures in the papers later.
She was proud of that bump and the love she and her father shared and which produced the new life inside her.
The only nervousness was whether Quinn could walk in the long dress and heels she wore.
She took meticulous, slow steps to the white cloth leading to the arch where Russell stood.
The moment their eyes connected, everything else vanished.
Except for listening for their cues, the ceremony became a blur of sounds and colors.
They were much too focused on each other to pay attention to their surroundings.
Russell was first.
“Baby, I vowed to God I’d give you anything, possible or impossible. Today, I renew that vow and officially swear to you that I’ll be the husband you need, the man to make all your dreams come true, the father of our children,” Russell paused as he saw a flash of lust on Quinn’s face. He cleared his throat and continued.
“And, I’ll be proudly yours forever. I have always loved you, and I will love you forever until my dying breath.”
With shaky hands, he put the wedding band on his daughter’s finger.
He kissed the ring once it was on her finger because he was overflowing with love.
Quinn wiped the tears that were already accumulating so she could begin.
“Russell,” she paused because she rarely called him that but somehow it made her heart swell right then. “You have made me the happiest woman on the world. I can’t even remember my life without you.”
Only the minister was in the dark about how really true that was.
“You have protected me, taught me what love is, and made me believe that together we can do anything. You give me hope and encourage me every day to be just me. I vow to you that I’ll be the wife you need, the woman of your dreams, the mother of your children—”
She touched her stomach and wiggled her eyebrows a bit with a smirk.
Everyone around them chuckled a bit… except the minister, who tried to hide his smile.
Then, she became serious again.
“And I’ll be proudly yours forever. I have always loved you, and I will love you forever until my dying breath.”
She mirrored her father’s earlier actions, placing his ring where it would always belong.
The minister pronounced them husband and wife.
Santana whooped.
***
“Oh, God. Daddy, if you keep doing that, you’ll have to fuck me right now,” Quinn panted as her father attacked her neck.
When Quinn’s moans got too loud, Russell parted from his daughter’s body and panted breathlessly.
“Princess, I know we agreed to wait until the honeymoon, but you have me harder than a rock and I can’t wait to fuck my wife.”
Quinn’s eyes grew darker than they’d ever been with lust.
“Fuck, Daddy. I can't believe it. I'm your wife, and you are my husband,” she moaned.
They attacked each other’s mouths.
Before things got out of hand again, they pulled apart and readjusted their clothes.
They exited the restroom of the restaurant.
“It’s about time,” Santana was leaning against the opposite wall, with her arms crossed. “I was about to come in there and hose you down.
“I know you’re horny as rabbits, but for Christ’s sake, control yourselves a little would you? There are important people out there,” Santana fumed.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but I haven’t seen my wife naked in more than a day,” Russell said as he grabbed Quinn’s ass.
“Daddy!” Quinn laughed.
“I’m not sorry, baby. I need you so bad. You’re finally my wife and knowing I have to wait until we leave all these people before I can fuck you hard is so frustrating.”
“Aw, poor baby. I’ve missed your hard cock in my mouth and my pussy so much too, I can’t wai—”
“For fuck’s sake. Stop it, you two before I puke. I want to actually eat today. Seriously, what’s wrong with you people?” Santana stormed off.
“I get wet just thinking that every time I call you Russell or my husband out there, I’ll be talking to my father,” Quinn whispered in Russell’s ear before returning to the party.
“Best day of my fucking life,” Russell said to himself, following his new wife out to the party.
***
The party was a success.
It would be remembered for years to come.
From the decorations, to the food, and the music, everything had been perfect.
But the couple themselves was the talk of the party.
They looked like something out of a magazine, beautiful and beautifully-dressed.
And, they were so smitten with each other and radiated so much happiness…
No one questioned their love.
Russell was obviously much older, and Quinn was already clearly pregnant, but no one cared.
The Fabrays were madly in love with each other, and their marriage would be a fairytale.
***
“Please Santana; don’t burn my empire while we’re gone. Don’t make me regret leaving you in charge… I beg you.”
This would be the first time he left Santana in charge.
But, there was no way he would conduct business while he was on his honeymoon with his daughter.
He had Will on alert just in case.
He trusted Santana, but this was still a new level of responsibility for her.
She may need a little support.
But, as soon as she assured him everything would be fine, he forgot about that and concentrated on his honeymoon.
He was going to spend two whole weeks alone with his wife… his daughter.
“We should go. Our plane leaves in an hour.”
Two weeks in a villa in Cabo awaited.
They really didn’t care where the destination was. They had no intention of leaving their private quarters the whole time for anything.
Two weeks was perfect. There was almost no chance of Quinn going into labor, but it was nice and long for them to enjoy each other.
“Bye guys, I love you. See you in two weeks,” Quinn waved through the limousine window while Russell walked around to the other side.
Seconds after the car pulled out, Quinn straddled Russell and invaded his mouth with her tongue.
“Oh, Daddy. I am so happy. And horny. And wet. Please take me,” Quinn panted.
“Mmm, baby, I want to… so much, but we can’t. The driver can hear us,” Russell was finding it extremely hard to resist Quinn.
That was the wrong move.
Immediately, he knew what was coming.
Quinn’s hormones were all over the place.
And… there they were.
Quinn’s tears began to trickle down her face.
“You don’t want me ‘cause I’m a whale, right? You don’t want me anymore.”
She sat back down.
“I understand. I’m like a beach ball…” she sobbed.
Russell took a deep breath.
“Of course not, baby. You know I think you’re even more beautiful and sexy now that our baby is growing inside you. You know better than anyone that I pop a boner like a teenage boy every time you’re in the room,” Russell said.
Quinn looked down and blushed.
“Then why aren’t you jumping me? I thought you’d be stripping me naked even before the car started.”
“Baby, I don’t want the driver to hear us. You are mine, and more now than ever. Your moans and screams are for my ears only for the next two weeks. And your hot naked body is only for me. I just want to wait until we’re in private,” Russell said.
Quinn’s mood instantly turned naughty.
She leaned over to whisper in his ear.
“You own me, Daddy. My body is yours,” she purred.
Russell gulped.
Quinn continued.
“I'm now your daughter and your wife… and my body is yours to mark and plant your seed in whenever you want,” she finished.
That did it.
He couldn’t resist any longer… consequences be damned.
He pinned Quinn to the seat.
“You’re damn right you’re mine… and no other man will ever see you naked,” he growled.
"Unless we do it in public," she smirked.
Wild-eyed and panting, Russell kissed Quinn with such strength that neither of them closed their eyes.
It was like he was trying to prove something, and Quinn wanted to let him do it.
They parted with the need for air, and before Russell could apologize for getting so possessive, Quinn spoke.
“I love you so much… no one else will ever touch me… ever,” Quinn said.
They did, however, refrain and settled for cuddling, melding their bodies and silently watching the scenery passing them by.
“Just so you know though, I’ll fuck you until you pass out the moment we get to our hotel,” Russell said casually several minutes later.
Quinn smirked.
He had no idea what he was in for.
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