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at that very
moment?
    Well, it had nothing to do with fleeing from the car and
from his life. Obviously. No, my first thought was: why did he stop? And as if
reading my mind, Brandt picked up one of my legs and rested it on top of the
back of the front seat and pushed my other leg off the seat until I was spread
as wide as I could go.
    He got in between my body and planted his bulge on top of
my pussy and thrust his hips back and forth as he ran his tongue up my neck. He
nibbled on my earlobe and breathed heavily into my ear. Grinding against me
with amazing force, I felt nothing but intense desire and wetness between my
legs.
    I clawed at his back and met each thrust of Brandt’s as my
body seemed to lose all control. I felt as if I was both floating to the sky
and plunging to the ground.
    “I am going to fuck that virgin pussy until you can’t
walk,” Brandt said. “I can’t wait to shove my cock into your tight pussy. Tell
me that you can’t wait. Tell Daddy that you can’t fucking wait.”
    “I can’t fucking wait,” I said not caring who caught us as
long as he didn’t stop whatever he was doing.
    I think back to that sensation, that incredible feeling,
as I neared my experience toward my first orgasm and I still wish it never
ended. I felt I was falling and I had no control over how fast I fell or how
hard I would land once I reached the bottom.
    “I have to stop,” Brandt said.
    “What? Why?” I said and held him down on top of me.
    Brandt wrestled out from under my grip and moved away from
me. He slid behind the steering wheel and leaned back in his seat and closed
his eyes. I stared at him from where I lay, a limp, wet, throbbing, painful
heap.
    “Brandt,” I said as I lifted my hips and brought my dress
back down, “did I do something wrong?”
    He turned his head and looked at me as if my very question
grated on his last nerve.
    “Why do you think you did something wrong?”
    “Well, because you ended it so suddenly,” I said and sat
up.
    “Ended what?” he said.
    “What we were doing. I thought you enjoyed that. I enjoyed
that.”
    “Because you are a whore?” Brandt said and frowned at me.
    “What? No, because I love you, Brandt. Because I want to
be with you. Because I want to be your wife.”
    “Sophia,” Brandt said as he ran his fingers through his
hair, “you will be my wife and you will be with me. We will marry next week at
the City Hall. Are you free?”
    I stared at Brandt, shook my head and blinked rapidly. My
mother did it on the rare occasion one of her hired hands refused to do her
bidding.
    “Am I free? What kind of a question is that? And the City
Hall?”
    “It’s the kind of question one asks the person one wants
to marry. Come on Sophia, if you weren’t free next week, it would do no good
for us to marry.”
    I focused on the thing in that sentence that made me dizzy
and nauseous more than anything else that happened that night: there was no
then. It was either next week or nothing.
    “Yes, of course I’m free,” I said.
    “Good, so Thursday? I figure we can go to the Battleroy
Hotel for our honeymoon. Have you been?”
    “Uh, no,” I said and did my mother’s blink/head shake.
    “Perfect!” Brandt said and zipped up his jeans. “Next
Thursday at the City Hall we will be married.”
    “But why City Hall? Why not a church wedding? My parents
are not going to be agreeable to this.”
    “We can hardly plan a big wedding when we are getting
married in ten days. Come on, think about it,” Brandt said and opened his door
and got out of the car.
    “Where are you going?”
    “Bathroom,” Brandt said and winked at me. “Oh and Sophia,
make sure that you shave your pussy before our wedding night. I want you bald.
Like a child.”
    “What?” I said as he slammed the car door.
    But I stuffed it down, pushed it away. Brandt had a quirky
sense of humor and his intelligence absolutely put him on a higher plane than
me. I just didn’t get it. Yes, that was