Chapter 23
A Million Ever Afters
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I'D SPENT A LONG TIMEweaving myself into my corset-style wedding dress. It took one minute for Conner to rip it off of me. The snow-white layers of lace and tulle crumbled to the floor like a cocoon.
I stood in the middle of it. Reborn.
Ready for him.
His eyes devoured me. “My beautiful wife,” he breathed. “You didn't wear panties to your own wedding?”
I trapped my bottom lip in my teeth, glowing pink under his observation. “Everyone says the bride gets her way.”
“All day, as you walked the aisle... as you danced in my arms... were you dripping wet, waiting for me to find out?” His tone went deep as a black-hole. “I'm going to love making you scream my name tonight.”
“Tonight, unlike other nights?”
“Yes.” He grew more serious by the second. “Tonight is different. Tonight we're finally married.”
My knees softened, legs shaking. He had such a carnal look on his face I was overwhelmed. He was right—this felt different.
Hooking his fingers in his tie, he tugged it loose, fingers removing his vest, his shirt buttons, until he wore nothing but his belted black pants and dress shoes. “Get on the bed.” I did, but when I laid down, he shook his head. “On your knees, spread them. I want to look at my wife's pussy.”
My legs slid over the silky sheets. The surface of my skin vibrated, my anticipation making me breathe faster and faster. The bed felt creamy as cake frosting on my inner thighs where it cupped my snatch.
His nostrils flared wide. Winding his belt from the loops, he wrapped it around my middle. He dropped to his knees, yanking me towards the end of the bed. “Ah!” I gasped.
Conner looked longingly at my pussy, he was a few inches away from it. He breathed out warm air—I wiggled with a whimper. “I've been wanting to eat my wife's pussy since she slid a ring on my finger.” He squeezed my thigh on purpose, making me look at the simple white gold band he wore. I'd trembled violently when I pushed it to his knuckle during the ceremony.
He spread his tongue flat on my clit. I twitched automatically, the belt locked me against his face. Conner licked my pussy up and down, devouring it like it was a lollipop with a secret hidden in the center, a secret he had to discover.
His palms mauled my ass-cheeks as he dipped his lips along my vulva. I followed his motions with my hips, rocking on his face, driving myself towards a fast orgasm. Closing my eyes tight, I bridged my upper body, shoulders jamming onto the mattress.
“Look at me.”
My eyes snapped open at his command. He stared at me from between my thighs, irises roiling like the center of a typhoon. “My wife's cunt is delicious,” he panted.
I tore at the blankets as I came, knees vicing his temples, legs taut down to my curling toes, and he still nibbled my swollen clit until one orgasm rolled naturally into a second.
Conner threw the belt aside, pushing me up the bed until my head was on the fluffy pillows. His chin was dripping—he kissed me, let me taste myself.
He shoved his pants down his pelvis, then his briefs, his shaft jutting proudly against my belly. His attention left me for a moment while he reached into the bedside table.
I laid my hand on his. “No condom.”
He scrutinized me, flipping the foil packet back and forth. “You're sure?”
“More than ever.”
His grin split his face; he threw the condom across the room, sweeping me into his arms. He was the comet to my crater. I couldn't move beneath him as he spread me wide, nudging the pre-cum-slick tip of his naked cock along my entrance. I'd felt him condom-free in my hand, in my mouth, but that was comparing fast food to a gourmet 5 star meal.
“Conner! Conner!” I sang his name, and it was the last thing I said that made any sense. His shaft buried in me in its full glory. Every vein, every inch of warm skin, he gave it to me. It was mine.
His heart pulsed through the root of his cock. “You're so tight,” he panted. “What a hungry pussy you have, sweet girl. I'm obsessed. Did you know? How fucking obsessed I am with you?”
I bit the pillow and squealed.