Page 101 of Never Been Worse

We even got to have Stella and Riggs’s baby boy as our ringbearer and Ava and Jaime’s little girl as our flower girl. I made sure we spared no expense so Harper could have everything she ever wanted, elegant and elaborate, filled with all of our friends. Everyone in the wedding party was even dressed to the nines in designs my wife made.

The only thing we argued about was her insisting on sticking by the tradition of not spending the night before together. I thought it was stupid since we’d already been married and we stuck by thatlasttime, but she insisted, and now I think I know why. I can’t stop staring at it, at my initial inking her skin forever.

“Do you…” She clears her throat, then looks at me nervously, biting her lip. “Do you like it?” I brush a thumb over the wrapped mark reverently. “It’s kind of permanent, so I can’t really undo it, but if you want, I could cover?—”

I shift, my hands shooting up to the sides of her face and pulling her to me in a bruising kiss. She whimpers into it, her hand moving back to the waist of my pants to undo them as she was doing before, but I stop her.

I’m going to fuck my wife on the way to our wedding reception, but I need her to be clear on this, first.

“If you ever talk about covering up that mark again, I’ll turn you over my knee and spank you until you fucking apologize,” I murmur against her lips. “That is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Her smile goes wide. “You like it?”

My hand moves back under the skirt of her wedding dress, unbearably grateful it’s not a giant tulle one like Jules wore when she got married to Nate or the tight one Ava wore. No, my Harper opted for a thin, silky dress, hugging her curves.

“I can’t wait for it to be healed so I can kiss it and lick it and suck it.” My hands move further up, smiling at the fact she isn’t wearing any panties as if she anticipated this, and then I sink two fingers into her without hesitation.

“Ahh!” she moans, hips moving already to ride my fingers.

No foreplay was needed; she was already more than ready for me. Perfect, considering I haven’t had my wife in forty-eight hours, and the drive to our reception won’t last more than twenty minutes.

“When I eat your pussy, it’ll be right next to my face. The mark that you’re mine,” I groan, already thinking about how fucking hot that will be. I got my tattoo almost a year ago, and another three since. I started a littleHarper Holdenshrine sleeve on my blank arm: the logo for her business and three dates: the day we met, the day I “proposed”to her, and the day I married her the first time.

The most important days in my life.

I have a feeling I’ll be adding today’s date to that stack soon.

“Ride your husband’s fingers, little wife,” I say, a refrain I’ve said many times before, but this time feels different because now we’re married with nothing holding us back. Simply because we both chose this and neither of us can picture life without the other.

She feels the difference too, knows it to her bones.

Her breath hitches, looking in my eyes. “I love you, Wes,” she whispers.

“I love you, Harper,” I groan, then her hand moves to the waist of my tux pants, undoing them quickly and working to get my cock out. I don’t stop my work on her pussy, her hips bucking and tiny, quiet mewls coming from her lips as I do.

I should probably help her, but I can’t seem to make myself do anything but watch Harper and that tiny black heart on her thigh. My gaze shifts from her thigh to her face, and I smile at the look of desperation on her face.

Crooking my fingers, her hips buck when I graze against her G-spot.

“Please,” she whispers.

“What do you want?”

“I want you.” Her breathy pleas brush along in my ear. “I need to be full of you,” she groans, then gets her hand around my cock, pumping it once.

A low moan leaves my lips, and I take my fingers out of her, wrapping my hand around hers on my cock with a weak sigh before lining myself up with her opening. Once it notches, a little mewl falls from her lips.

That’s when my little wife decides to turn the table, slowly lifting and falling, fucking just the head of my cock. Our joined hands stop her from going any deeper, though she doesn’t seem to be irritated by that. I take my hand away to give her room, but she keeps it up, fucking just the tip with a small teasing smile on her lips.

“If you don’t sink down right now, I’m going to make you,” I say through gritted teeth, and her eyes sparkle with the threat because my wifeloveswhen I follow through with my threats.

Harper licks her full lips, swollen from kisses, and I shake my head as she whispers, “Make me, husband.”

I grab her wrist, pinning it behind her, and with one hand on her hip, I slam her down onto me, filling her instantly. She moans loudly, head tipping back and copper hair tumbling as she sinks down to the base, and I have to bite back my response, knowing that, despite the divider, this limo isfarfrom soundproof, especially when that sound is my noisy wife enjoying herself.

“Gotta be quiet, baby,” I grumble into her neck, hands moving to her hips and holding her to me. Her breath is coming in little pants, and she grinds her clit on me, the walls of her pussy gripping me tight.

“You feel so good inside me,” she groans into my ear, nipping my earlobe with her teeth. “So fucking perfect. I’m so full, Wes.”

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