Page 96 of Vapor

“Better tan that woman’s hide.” Bones chuckles.

“Oh, she’s getting a spanking. That’s for sure,” Vapor hollers.

Every man in attendance cheers and catcalls us as we head inside. My face is burning because now everyone knows why I wanted my man alone. Oh well. They’re just jealous because most of them don’t have what we have. Love. And with that comes a whole lot of sex, which I’ve been missing since Vapor insisted we stop sleeping together for a month so the wedding night would be special. I never pegged him as sentimental, but apparently, he is in some ways.

As we walk into the bedroom, he slams the door behind me. A lusty grin spreads across his face as he stalks forward.

“Do. Not. Rip. This. Dress,” I warn.

“Never dream of it. I’m going to fuck you in it.”

“How? You’ll never make it past all this organza,” I taunt, backing toward our huge four-poster bed.

“Org-whatever-the-fuck that shit is, I’ll figure it out. You look so fucking hot in that dress, babe. You know what I thought about the whole time you were saying your vows?”

“How much you love me?” I arch a brow.

“Well, that too. But I was mostly dreaming about getting this dress off you.” He wraps his hands around my waist only to spin me around. Pressing his lips against my earlobe, he whispers,“All I could think about was bending you over and taking you while you’re still in your wedding dress. That’s how much I want you.”

“Then do it,” I reply in a throaty tone. He’s not the only one who had that fantasy during the ceremony.

He gathers the skirt of my dress up high enough to reveal the secret I’ve got hidden underneath.“Holy fucking hell.”

Last week, Babet and I went to a French lingerie store together. It took me forever to decide between all the gorgeous options, but I ended up getting something I thought might drive my man wild. Apparently, I chose well.

“The dress has to go. I’ve got to see this.” He carefully unzips the dress before helping me step out of it. As much as he wants to look, he waits until he’s hung my wedding dress back up on its pink satin hanger. When he turns back to me, his eyes bulge.

I’m wearing a flirty white eyelet embroidery lace-up bustier with grommet detailing and scalloped underwire cups. The matching panties have a G-string, and I do mean string, and they’re sexy as hell in the front. Also, they’re crotchless.

“Do you like it?” I ask, parading around in my pink satin heels. I’m also wearing a garter belt and sheer white stockings. I lean back on the edge of the bed and spread my thighs, revealing my damp core.

“Oh, yeah,” he growls, ripping off his suit jacket as he advances.“That all stays on.”

“Even the shoes?” I dangle one high heel off my foot.

“Especially those.” He grabs it and slides it back on, Cinderella style.

To his credit, he doesn’t just whip out his cock and dive right in. He’s slow and methodical in his tongue-fueled seduction. Kissing and licking up from the insides of my knees to the apex of my thighs, he slowly tries to drive me wild. And he does.

By the time he reaches my pussy, I’m writhing and begging him to kiss me there. When his mouth finds my slick heat, I arch, moaning and reaching for his hair. I grab hold, pulling him against me, shameless in my passion. No one else could ever make me like this. No one. Although I haven’t been with anyone else, I’m sure of it.

“You taste like crème brûlée with raspberries on top.” He licks my clit, fanning his tongue across it before swirling it around the little nub.

“Oh, Vapor, please,” I groan.

“Don’t worry, babe. You’ll be singing at the top of your range by the time I’m done.” He pokes his head up, flashing me a wicked smile.

True to his word, he laps at my sex, spurring me on, tasting and touching me until I’m ready to go mad. My stomach clenches as his mouth locks onto my dripping wet sex. He sucks, driving me wild and pushing me into blissful oblivion.

When I come down from that high, he’s poised over me, ready to claim me as his wife. I lift my hips and press the seam of my pussy against the head of his cock. He reaches under my ass and holds me at the perfect angle, sliding into me so slowly and so gently that I want to die from the pleasure he evokes.

With wickedly sinful strokes, he makes love to me. Pure passion builds between us, stealing my breath away. I grab his forearms, watching pleasure dance in his eyes. His smoldering eyes drop down to take in the erotic joining of our bodies. Rigid and thick, his huge cock pushes and pulls against my delicate pussy. It’s so carnal and luscious that I can’t get enough. Even if he made love to me ten times a day, I’d want more. He’s so damn good at it.

I want to ride this magnificent man more than anything in the world, so I roll him onto his back. He lets me, of course. Reaching for my lace-covered breasts, he caresses my nipples before deciding he’s had enough of my outfit. He reaches around and unzips the corset top before flinging it aside. Grasping my breasts with both hands, he kneads them until I can’t take it anymore.

Quickening my pace, I slide up and down his cock. My hips roll and my breath comes in soft pants. My breasts bounce against his palms and my hair falls out of the cute crystal combs Babet and I spent so much time arranging. I’m sure I look like a complete mess now, but I’m deliriously high on his dick and I don’t give a single fuck about anything else.

“Come for me, babe,” he whispers, pinching my nipples and thrusting to meet me halfway.

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