Page 335 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
She laughed. “Okay, that’s a wrap, Ocelot. Vows complete.”
Ocelot nodded. “Off the cuff vows. I’m in love with that. Now, what’s next? Ah, yes, the rings. Nigel?”
Nigel stepped forward with our rings.
I slid Ash’s wedding band onto her finger. “I have one more thing for you.” I pulled her magical ring that prevented sickness out of my pocket. I slid that ring back where it belonged too.
“Best day ever,” she said. “And perfect timing,” she whispered. “There are tons of people here. Which means tons of germs.” She grabbed my hand and slid my wedding band on.
I stared down at our intertwined fingers. I never thought I’d get to experience true love. I thought I’d be doomed to match other couples for the rest of eternity.
“Tanner, you may now fuck the bride,” said Ocelot.
Ash’s eyes got huge. And I heard her parents gasp.
Damn it, Ocelot!I’d been worried about having Ocelot do the wedding. We’d had to ban Ocelot from doing weddings years ago because his perfectly quaffed hair was too big of a distraction.
Now Angel usually presided over Society weddings. But he’d been inside of Ash, so it felt wrong for him to marry us. It was weird enough that he was in the audience.
I’d given Chastity a list of everyone else in the Society that was ordained, but apparently Ash had fucked them all too.
So we’d settled on Ocelot.
I supposed I should have been more clear about what “family appropriate” meant. Although…I really did want to fuck her. And now that Ocelot had basically promised it to the audience...
No.Her family was watching. There’d be time enough for that soon.
Instead, I dipped her backward, leaned over, and kissed her.
Everyone cheered.
The next thing I knew my friends were all around us giving us hugs. We were swept into the grand foyer to take photos while everyone else played some croquet for happy hour.
It took forever because Nigel kept arguing with the photographer. He’d gotten really serious about photography recently. And he was much better at it than he was at tech. His feud with Destiny was ridiculous. But technically Nigel had won it, because he’d ended up unplugging her.
“I’m so excited to dance,” said Ash.
“Is that all you’re excited to do?” I ignored the flash of the camera as I kissed the side of her neck.
“I also want to take some photos in the photobooth.” She pulled me away from everyone and we ducked under a curtain.
There was a table set up with lots of props. Mustaches, hats, and signs about just being hitched.
“What props should we use?” I asked.
“There’s only one prop I want.” She unzipped my tuxedo pants.
Fuck yes.I undid the button on her skirt and let the material fall away.
And then she dropped to her knees. She ran her tongue along my tip.
I groaned.
“I figured you needed some new photos for your masturbatorium.” She wrapped her lips around me and went all the way down.
The camera started snapping a picture every five seconds.
But I didn’t just want pictures of her blowing me. I wanted more. I wanted all of her. “I think it’s time I fucked my bride.”
