Page 38 of Mason

Staring at myself in the mirror one last time, I couldn’t believe the woman that stared back at me. My hair was done in an elaborate crown with curls of pink falling to frame my face. A shining diamond tiara was the centerpiece. My make-up was light with different shades of pink eyeshadow and bright pink lipstick too. My gown was a fairytale style Cinderella dress of tulle, silk, and lace. Crystals and diamantes adorned the top part down to my waist. The back was done up with over a hundred and fifty cream silk buttons. I was going barefoot until we entered the reception where I had cream and diamante covered strappy heels. To top off my look, all of my exposed skin was covered in a shimmer.

“It’s time to go, honey.” Gillian gently touched my shoulder. Her shining smile as she stared at me had my heart overflowing with love. “We’re already running a little late, but the bride is supposed to be a little late.” Her lips turned into more of a smirk. “It’s always good to let the men wait, especially the alpha Silverman men.”

Giving a quick sharp nod, I turned, gathering my long train, and Gillian guided me outside to where Zeck, in black dress pants and a white silky top, stood waiting for me. I’d asked him to give me away. Besides Mason, he was the man that I loved the most, the brother I’d never had.

He leaned down and kissed my cheek. “You look absolutely beautiful. My brother is one lucky man.” Heat rushed to my cheeks as we turned and I dropped my long beautiful train and we made our way down the tropical garden path to the beach.

As we reached the beach, I gasped as flower strewn arches covered in arum lilies, babies breathe and orchids covered the path down to Mason and the priest. The ocean water glistened behind them. He stood proud in black dress pants and a white, loosely fitted shirt.

My toes sank into the sand and I wanted to run down to the love of my life, but it was my wedding day and I also wanted it done right. I wanted the anticipation as I made my way to my soon-to-be husband. People were watching and I wanted to make a good impression on all the Silvermans’ fancy guests.

My dress just reached the sand. My arm looped through Zeck’s helped stabilize me with the heavy dress and the long train on the uneven sand. My gaze stayed focused on Mason and I watched as his smile got brighter and brighter. I didn’t make it even half way down the arched, makeshift aisle before Mason broke from the end and stalked to me. His eyes gleamed like a feral cat stalking his pray.

He leaned down and swooped me up in his embrace. “Thanks, bro, but I got her now. She’s mine.” He leaned down and kissed me. “Let’s get married.”

“Mason, you’re supposed to wait to kiss her until the priest says you can,” Andrew yelled out.

I giggled as I saw Albert, Mason’s father, whack Andrew upside the back of his head. Mason carried me to the priest and gently placed me down, flinging out my train. “Make her mine,” he stated to the priest.

Gazing up at the most amazing man in the world, I didn’t hesitate when I repeated my vows and became Alexa Silverman.

WE WERE MARRIED. WE’D GONE to the reception instead of skipping like I wanted to, but now it was our time. The party raged on behind us as I strode towards my wife who was speaking to one of my many cousins from overseas. I gathered her to me and slammed her mouth to mine, eager for our first night as husband and wife. Without a word to anyone, I backed us up toward the exit. Easing away from her, I picked her up and grabbed her dress train as best I could so I wouldn’t trip in the rush to our cabin.

I made it in record time and placed her down so I could get my key and open the door. I noticed the candles straight away and the rose petals scattered over the floor. I turned and went to lift her, shaking my head as she tried to step in. “No way, wife of mine.” I swooped down and cradled her in my arms. “You’re the bride. I carry you in.” Turning so she didn’t hit anything as we entered, I stepped over the threshold and sighed in relief that we were finally alone, after what felt like days of family and friends invading our space.

“Oh, Mason, this is amazing.” She gazed around the cabin to see it lit up with candles in glass cups and flowers and petals everywhere.

I didn’t care about the cabin. My only interest was the woman in my arms. I needed her. I wanted to be closer. I wanted her dress off. Even though she was beyond stunning in it, my cock had been painfully hard from the moment I saw her at the edge of the sand ready to walk down to me. I let her down, eager to see what she had under her dress for me. The sparkly silk fabric clung to her and when I saw the million buttons I groaned in frustration. With quick, nimble fingers I undid the buttons until I could see the gown was loosened enough for her to get out of it. There was no way I was undoing all the buttons. I didn’t have the patience, especially when I got a peek at the sexy corset she had on underneath.

My breath caught in my throat as I lifted her out and I saw the creamy white lace corset set with matching G-string, garter, and stockings. Her arse looked amazing and I couldn’t wait to see it from the front. Spinning her I took a step back to take her in. “Damn, bear, you’re so sexy and all mine.” Her breasts heaved over and barely stay contained. I thought I was rock hard before, but now I was sure I could hit a nail into concrete. “You’re keeping this on the first time tonight,” I rasped, barely able to form words.

Stepping back to her, I wrapped myself around her and felt her up and down. Needing more skin to skin contact, I eased back and yanked at the suit, not caring when I heard it rip and buttons hit the ground. Alexa didn’t say much but her hands franticly helped me as she rubbed herself against me. She was just as hot for me as I was for her. When I was naked, and before my mouth took hers, she smiled up at me, her gaze filled with passion, and moaned, “I love you.”

Running my fingers through her hair, I circled it around my fist and tilted her head back more. I brushed my lips over her once, twice, and a third time before I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I love you, too, Alexa Silverman.” Her breath hitched at her new name and I explored her body, pushing her boobs up so the big beautiful babies were set free over the corset. They were large before, but as she got further in the pregnancy, they just got bigger and bigger and I drooled with the need to taste them any time I saw them. Kissing my way down her body, I did just what I wanted, sucking first one large nipple into my mouth, and then swapping to the other. Alexa arched up and her fingers combed through my hair, gripping it each time I sucked.

Lifting her legs, I backed us down to the bedroom and was glad to see the door open. We didn’t make it to bed. Alexa let out a gasp and yanked on my head when I bit a little on the next suck. She yanked me up and took my mouth, delving her tongue in to meet my own as I backed us against a wall.

Alexa’s legs slid down my waist and she rubbed herself against me. Gliding my hand down her smooth skin, I hooked my fingers into her G-string and ripped it off. She nipped my lips and I returned the favor. Her mewls drove my need higher and I was eager for some tasting before I settled my dick into its home. I nibbled my way down her lush body until I stared up at her from my knees. “I’m so fucking lucky. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.” Her dirty blond hair with the pink streaks fell in disarray out of the elaborate do, her cheeks were a rose pink and her green eyes were bright with lust. Her lips were puffy and so damn enticing. I could already see the little hickies I’d left on her soft skin. Taking in my woman, my soulmate, my wife, I ran my hands up and down her perfect body before stopping at her entrance. My fingers brushed over her lips. She shivered and I spread her pussy lips apart, revealing her clit. I stroked her clit and grinned as her body started shaking. I leaned closer and my tongue took the place of my fingers lapping at her. Her gasp had me wanting more so I buried my face into her pussy and feasted. Alexa cried out, “Mason. Yes. Yes.” My mouth ravished her, licking, and lapping at her. Alexa’s thighs against me became shaky and she rested her hands on my head. When I drove my tongue into her, she gripped my hair and tugged, begging for release. “Oh yes. Please. Yes. Oh, so close. Yes, yes, yes!”

Resting one of Alexa’s legs over my shoulders, I delved deeper, sucking at her dripping core. Her moans and mewls of need were like sparks of fire shooting straight to my already straining cock. Her legs started to quiver. She was going to come. I increased my sucking and added my fingers to her pussy as my tongue lapped at her clit. Her grip on my hair became painful as she pulled it from my scalp. “Yes. Oh yes, Mason. Fuck. Yes. Fuck.” She screamed as her legs went to jelly and I had to quickly grab them to steady her.

It was time to sink my cock in its home. Picking her up, I walked to the bed and sat her on the edge. Alexa gathered me to her and captured my lips to her own with the desperate need for more. I lined my dick up to her entrance and pushed in, burying my cock so fucking deep I was sure her scream would have been heard for miles. “Mason.”

Alexa wrapped her legs around me. Tearing my mouth from hers, I kissed my way down her neck and sucked. I wanted to show my ownership of her. I was going to brand her so much no one would ever doubt she wasn’t owned. She was mine. I now had paper to say so. She arched up moaning as her pussy walls pulsed. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath in as a wave of pleasure washed over me. I was fucking my wife. I was fucking my pregnant wife. Fuck, it felt so God damn good. She was slick and tight. Sliding out, I paused and stared down into her passion filled eyes before I drove my dick home again. “Who’s fucking you?” I growled.

“You,” she moaned

“Who?”

“Mason!” she tried pushing onto my dick, but I was in control.

“Who am I now? Say it wife. Tell me who’s fucking you?” I snarled and drove in and out of her twice before stopping and waiting for her answer.

“Mason. You.”

“Yes,” I grunted “But what am I now?”

I saw the light shine in her eyes as she realized what I wanted her to say. “Husband. My husband is fucking me.”

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