No, you don't want to meet him next week

You were on cloud nine, riding high and feeling untouchable, until she mentioned 'him.' You were not expecting how much her mentioning her father would crush your mood, but no man has ever fallen faster. "Your father doesn't like me, so I don't think meeting up with you is a good idea."

She turns around and pulls up her panties. "Honey, I love you, so I know he is going to love you. Just give it time."

You grimse. "I don't know if he is EVER going to love me. Can we just not do it this weekend?"

You can tell she isn't happy about it, but she doesn't push it as she says, "Ok, but if he is not coming here, he is going to want me to go there." Before silently finishing getting dressed and leaving for work.

You smile at her. "Honest, I don't like it when you're gone, but if that is the way it has to be for now to make your father happy. I can live with that."

You could tell for the rest of the week she was angry at you but never vocalized why. In fact, she didn't say she 'loves you' or kiss you until right before she left for her father's Friday night. At least you didn't have to hear from her father because you still had him blocked.

In fact, this time, you don't even hear from Amy until mid-Sunday when she texts you.

Honey, I am on my way home. I miss you so much. I can't wait to see you xoxo.

Out of **** of habit, you quickly text back.

I can't wait to see you too. I hope you had fun!

Without thinking about what you meant and how it could open the door to a conversation you didn't want to have.

She quickly texts you back.

Yep. I did, and now I'm tired…. You know Dad won't give us his blessing until you two meet and he does the thing he wants.

In order to end the conversation, you quickly snap-text back.

We are both adults, and we don't need his approval.

It takes her ten minutes to text.

I know, but I still want it.

You know that if you outright deny her you are going to spend the next week with her shit with you again, you try to make a delaying move.

Ok, but let's do it after we pick the place and set the date.

She quickly texts back.

You don't know how much that means to me! I can't wait to be back home to you! ;)

The front door creaked open, and her dazzling smile immediately illuminated the room. Before you could even fully close it behind her, she was already undoing your pants buttons, eagerly pulling them down to your knees. Her hungry gaze met yours as she licked your shaft before taking you deep into her throat. The way her throat constricted around your cock as she gagged on it sent shivers of pleasure through your body. You came harder than ever before, spilling deep inside her waiting mouth.

In the past, she had always spit it out after sucking you off, but this time was different. With a surprising ease, she swallowed every last drop before opening her mouth to show you that it was all gone.

In the past, she had always spit it out after sucking you off, but this time was different. With a surprising ease, she swallowed every last drop before opening her mouth to show you that it was all gone.

For the next week, there were no interruptions or mentions of her father - just pure bliss as you both planned your dream wedding. But as Friday night approached and she left for her father's house, a twinge of sadness settled in, knowing that this idyllic week would soon come to an end.

As the weeks flew by, you found yourself consumed with wedding planning and the day-to-day grind of life. And fall into a routine of Every Friday, having your fiancée would kiss you goodbye before she heads out of town to her fathers, and every Sunday she would return, eager to please you with a mind-blowing blowjob.

But as time went on, On the offhand chance, you passively noticed the slow dwindling of her once-full underwear and lingerie drawer. What was once an array of lace and silk now only held practical pairs of underwear. You wanted to ask her about it, but the thought of leading to you talking about her father always stopped you in your tracks. So you stayed silent, trying not to dwell on the subtle changes in your relationship that seemed to coincide with her visits to her father's.

You were able to finish planning your wedding before Amy next brought up her father. "Ah, about you meeting my dad."

This is the first time you heard her saying anything about her father in eight months, so it was a shock. "What about it?"

Amy smiles with nervous hope as she says, "Dad said he would be ok waiting to meet you on the night of our wedding."

The thought of ever interacting with that asshole of a man replied to you, but you couldn't avoid it any longer, so you nodded, "Ok." Before Amy startled you by jumping into your arms, saying, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You will never know how much that means to me." she then dropped between your legs and gave you the blowjob of the century. She didn't stop sucking until she swallowed four of your loads.