Falling back onto the bed, gasping for air, "We're getting married!" the tanned woman exclaims.
"Yeah, we totally are." Brittany responds as she leans down and kisses her future wife.
Santana wraps her arms around her shoulders, pulling her down, molding their bodies together. "Oh my God! I have to call my mother!" She says into Brittany's neck. "She's going to love you, baby!"
Brittany pulls back and looks at her nervously. "Are you sure? I don't want them to hate me and I've never really met parents before. Only Quinn's and that was awkward enough." She thought back to the time when she met Russel and Judy. Have fun with that one, Rachel...
"Oh, gosh no! They'd never hate you. My mom will probably end up liking you more than me actually. I'll give her three minutes before she starts mentioning kids to you." Santana laughs as she pulls Brittany down to lay her head on her chest.
Brittany presses her lips against Santana's collarbone. "Why three minutes?"
"Because that's all it takes to realize how amazing you are."
/
She circles Santana's clit with her tongue as Santana moves her hips against her face, begging her for more.
"Fuck, fuck, fuuuck." Santana moans and it spurs Brittany on.
The blonde runs her hands that were holding Santana's hips down to the beautiful, swollen pussy lips she starts sucking. She slides her fingers inside her fiance so slowly.
Brittany pulls away from Santana's pussy and closes her eyes just to feel inside her fiance. The wetness, the warmth, the clenching. Everything. "Baby, you're always so fucking tight. I love being able to feel you like this." She leans down to suck on that pulsing clit and picks up the pace, matching her furious sucking with her pounding.
"I'm close, baby. Don't stop. More, more, more!" Santana fists blonde locks, desperate for more of her.
With the slightest curl of her fingers, Santana comes all over her face. She smiles as she licks it all off.
"That was a fantastic way to thank your fiance after she does the dishes." Santana jokes out of breath.
Brittany laughs as she kisses her way up Santana's body. "Does that mean you'll suck me off every time I do the dishes?" She asks as she rests her head on Santana's chest.
"Fuck no. You cook for a living. I'd develop jaw problems in a week. No. I'll suck you off every time... Actually, I'm not sure there's a specific occasion that calls for it." Santana says as she runs her fingers through Brittany's now knotted hair.
"Well, I guess I'm never getting my dick sucked again." Brittany stated as she burrowed her face farther into her fiance's chest.
"Yeah, right." Santana snorted.
/
"I'm kind of nervous." Brittany tells Santana as she checks her dress in the mirror. "What if Rachel doesn't like me? Worse. What if I don't like Rachel?"
"Then Rachel can go fuck herself." Santana yells from the bathroom. Simple as that.
Her answer does nothing to calm her nerves. Santana comes from behind her, wrapping her arms around her waist. "She'll love you. And you'll love her because she's nice. Come on, you look gorgeous. I want to flaunt my wife-to-be tonight at dinner and when we come back, I expect a lap dance as payment. Then I will have my wicked way with you." Santana husks into her ear as her hands slowly rubbed over soft dick.
"Let's go."
/
"Brittany, you're hilarious!" Rachel laughs out loud as she playfully shoves Quinn, asking her why she's kept Brittany a secret so long.
"Well, anyway, my beauty and I have some news for you two." Santana kisses Brittany's cheek.
"Did you get her pregnant? Is that why she almost tore me a new asshole in your living room?" Quinn whispers loudly across the table.
"Pregnant?" Rachel asks, confused. "What?"
Brittany cuts in, "No! I didn't get her pregnant. We've been safe."
Santana shrugs her shoulders, "Kinda' safe but it doesn't matter if I get pregnant because we're fucking getting married!" Santana yelled in excitement.
Brittany and Santana both sat there smiling with gigantic smile, waiting to for their friends' reactions.
"Um, how can she get you pregnant?" Rachel asks, ignoring the news of marriage.
"Did you guys not just meet? Like three days ago?"
Brittany went first: "I have a fully functional penis." Tactlessly and proudly followed by Santana: "Almost ten inches, thick, cut, and her balls fit perfectly in my mouth. Got a problem with it?"
"Can I see it?" Rachel asks.
Quinn cut her off and removing her wine, "Okay, no more wine for you." as Brittany shrugged and Santana just seemed proud.
"But to answer your question, we've known each other just a little bit longer than two days but it really doesn't matter because when you know, you know." Santana answers.
Brittany can't resist and leans in to kiss her fiance.
/
They finished paying the bill and all walked outside and are heading towards the bar, they decided to have a couple drinks at.
"No, but seriously. I just want to see it. I haven't had dick in a long time. Plus I'm curious." Rachel says as they're walking towards the bar.
Santana halted, "Jesus, Rach. That's my fiance. And your girlfriend is right there!" Santana pointed at Quinn who was in shock her girlfriend would ask that.
"I know, that's why I asked instead of just pouncing. You know how well I pounce, Santana."
"FIANCE." Santana reiterated.
Brittany sighs and grabs Rachel to pull her into an alley. "Shit, you gotta stop asking or my wife will kill you." She asks if Rachel's ready, before pulling her dress up and pulling down her shorts waist band, letting her dick fall out.
"Shit, it fucking grew!" Quinn's surprised. She remembers how deep it felt all those years and she can't imagine the damage Brittany's dick would do now. Poor Santana.
Santana doesn't seem fazed that her fiance just pulled out her dick in front of two other women. It's a brag - worthy dick. And, it's kinda' hard to slip the size of someone's dick into a conversation.
Rachel's eyes widen. "And that's it soft? Holy fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
For the first time, excluding Santana, Brittany feels oddly proud of her penis. "Yeah, it's kinda' cold out too." Brittany shrugs.
"That's what it's like when it's cold!?" Rachel screeches.
Santana looks down at it and then back to Rachel. "Yeah."
"Your vagina isn't coming back from that one. Ever."
Brittany cuts in, "It's gone back to normal every time."
"All right, let's steer the convo away from Brittany's third leg before Rachel asks to touch it."
/
They decided to forgo getting drinks. They all said good night to each other and Santana casually, subtly threatened Rachel about wanting to see her future wife's dick.
They got back to Santana's apartment and Santana wasted no time in throwing on some music and sat down on the couch.
"I want my lap dance now."
And when Brittany's jaw dropped, Santana smirked, "And then, I'm going to suck you off so good, you'll want to pay me."
Her hips swayed to the music, making sure that she earns that blow job. It had been awhile since she's danced but she was on point and she knows. She smirks to herself when she sees Santana squeeze her thighs together.
Grinding her hips to the beat, she begins to pull down her dress, ignoring her own throbbing member. She slowly makes her way to stand in front of her fiance.
Inch by inch, she pulls down her dress until she's left in her panties. She goes to pull those down until Santana rushes for them and yanks those off.
Brittany stands motionless because she's a little shocked at how eager Santana seems. She only regains movements when Santana grips her ass and pulls her forward, sucking her cock.
"Fuck!" Brittany breathes out. Her hands shoot out to caress Santana's shoulders. "Baby, I thought you wanted that lap dance? I wasn't done."
Santana pulls back with a delicious squelching sound, "Yeah, well. You got the job done."
"Fuck. Fuck." Brittany starts to thrust her hips a little as Santana speeds up her sucking. "Fuck, I'm going to come."
Santana pulls back. "Already? What the fuck?"
"Hey, we had a long dinner! Don't get mad, I can't control it."
Santana attacks her cock again, gently tugging at her balls, waiting for the delicious juice to fill her mouth.
"Swallow all of it and I'll make sure you feel me for days." Brittany tries to regain some face after Santana's 'already?' comment. She moves her hand to grip Santana's hair before unleashing her load. "So, so, so good." Santana kept sucking and stroking until Brittany pulled away. "Ok, now, on your stomach."
/
Yes, I made you wait for months and ended it there. Hopefully the next chapter will make up for it.