Page 37 of Homewrecker

“Yes, and I think you’re very mean for making me wear one all day at my wedding.” She pouted prettily at him.

Leaning down to make sure no one else would overhear his words, Lincoln swayed his body next to hers in time to the music.

“Trust me, pet, you’ll be thanking me for stretching you out when I shove my cock in there an hour from now.”

He could feel the shiver that went through her as she pulled back enough to look up at him and meet his gaze. Her teeth dragged over her lower lip, pupils dilated, eyes hot with need. Lincoln knew what that look meant, and excitement and arousal surged through him.

“I don’t think I can wait that long,” she whispered, lifting her hand to press two fingers against where his shirt showed through the lapels of his tux coat and walking them up toward his neck.

That was all the encouragement he needed. Lincoln bent slightly and grabbed her by the waist, tossing her over his shoulder in one easy movement. Ashley shrieked. Across the dance floor, he could see her mother and uncle laughing. On the other side of the floor, Wiley glared, but Lincoln ignored him and made sure to turn, so Ashley wouldn’t accidentally catch a glimpse of her father as Lincoln carried her out of the reception.

“Thank you all for coming.” His voice boomed out over the music. “Please enjoy the rest of the party! The bar is open for another hour.”

Several people—including his brother—cheered as he stalked out, Ashley draped over his shoulder, one hand possessively cupping the ass he was about to claim. He could feel her shaking on his shoulder as she giggled incessantly the whole way out of the reception.

He didn’t put her down until they got to the elevator, where he pinned her against the wall as soon as he’d punched the button to get them to their room, and took her lips in a rough kiss. Ashley kissed him back with enthusiasm, wrappingher arms around his neck, pressing her lower body against his erection as it thickened.

Damn, he couldn’t wait to get her alone…

The ding as the elevator doors opened made both of them jump back, remembering they couldn’t assume they’d be alone. Thankfully, there was no one in the hallway, because he was pretty sure he had Ashley’s lipstick smeared across his mouth. Ah, well. Not like he cared.

“This way.” Grabbing her hand, he pulled her down the hallway, not that he had to pull very hard. She was as eager as he was. They hadn’t taken more than two steps into their room when he was on her again, his hands sliding from her chin down to her body, seeking out the zipper to her dress… he wanted to leave the skirt on to flip up over her head, but he also wanted access to her breasts. The neckline was high enough to make that difficult without either tearing the dress or unzipping it.

One did not tear a woman’s wedding dress without asking permission first.

Besides, he liked her in the dress and might want to role-play this scene again in the future. Better to keep everything intact.

As they worked on each other’s clothes, he moved them toward the bed, barely managing to keep them from stumbling.

Ashley’s hands were just as busy, working on unbuttoning his shirt, pulling the bottom free from his pants. Lincoln undid the clasp of her strapless bra and pulled it free from her dress, so he could tug the front of her dress down to expose her breasts.

“Oh…” She moaned as he dipped his head down to suck one pert nipple between his lips, using the opportunity to shrug off his jacket and shirt at the same time. Using his hands and mouth to attend to both of her breasts, he switched back and forth between them until the little nubs of her nipples were hard and swollen from his nips.

Then he lifted his head and took her lips in another deep, hard kiss before spinning her around to face the bed.

It was time to claim his bride.

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Ashley

Bent over the bed, her skirts flipped over her head, Ashley felt her bottom clench around the plug. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt Lincoln smooth his hands over her ass, prying the cheeks apart, so he could look at the plug filling her, the little jewel winking up at him. She wished she had a mirror so she could watch him, see his face, yet there was something incredibly hot about being half hidden under her skirts, completely focused on what he was doing behind her rather than distracted by the view.

Forearms braced on the mattress, her breasts hung underneath her, nipples aching from his attentions, brushing against the comforter. As much as she loved the various clamps he’d trained her on, she knew she wouldn’t be getting any tonight. He’d specifically told her that he didn’t want anything to distract from the feeling of his cock sliding into her virgin ass.

So, no clamps. No vibrators. No mirror.

Just her giving her final virginity to her new husband.

She whimpered when he twisted the plug inside her, making her wriggle in anticipation as her muscles clenched uselesslyaround the metal. It wasn’t very big and was well lubed so he could easily spin it inside her. Ashley had chosen the plug herself. Although she wanted to be stretched enough he wouldn’t harm her, she alsowantedit to hurt a little. She liked a bit of pain with her pleasure and didn’t want it to be easy the first time.

She wanted to feel it.

Wanted to take the pain for him.

Wanted him to get pleasure from the tightness of her virgin ass.

Sure, it might all be a social construct, but the idea got her hot, and this was her wedding night, so she was going to get what she wanted.

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