Page 27 of Wicked Oath
“Answer my question. Were you a good girl, or were you bad, thinking about me and how I fucked you so good.” I grind my hand onto her pussy, feeling her wetness seep through the fabric of her underwear.
Her hips jerk up. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it,” she whispers.
“Good.” I rip her panties down.
“James! We still have the reception to go to. We’ll be there any minute.” Even though she’s objecting, she opens her legs wider for me.
“Doesn’t mean I can’t play with you for a little bit longer.” My fingers slip between her folds to start rubbing her clit. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me, baby, aren’t you? You’re desperate for my touch.” I slip a finger into her, prepping her body for later tonight.
She arches her back and lets out a small gasp. The sight of her wedding dress bunched around her waist and her head thrown back in desire makes me rock hard. Fuck, I can’t wait to have her again. I’m starting to think she’s not the only one obsessed.
I flick her clit with my thumb as I thrust my index finger in and out of her. “I want you to come for me, right here in this car, on the way to our wedding reception. I want you to look like you’ve been properly fucked.”
She cries out as her hips move faster. I pick up my pace. The look on her face lets me know she’s close.
“That’s it, baby. Come on. Just imagine me fucking you with my cock later tonight. Can you do that for me? Think of all the pleasure I’m going to give you.”
And my words are enough to send her over the edge.
Olivia moans loudly as her inner walls clench around my finger. She looks so fucking good as she comes.
Once her body has calmed down, I remove my hand and place it on her lips. “Taste yourself.” Pleasure is written all over her face as he opens her mouth and licks my finger. “You really are my bad girl, aren’t you?”
She sighs.
And right on cue, we reach the reception hall. Before she can object, I slip her panties off and stuff them in my pocket.
“James, I need those.”
“No, you don’t. Besides, I want easy access to you.”
She sits up, her hair a mess and her face flushed. It’s a good look on her. “You’re not saying you’re going to make love with me during the reception?”
I shrug. “I’d like to have the option. Do you have a problem with that?”
She opens her mouth before closing it and finally shakes her head. “You’re a bad influence on me, James Kelly.”
“You were already a little bad. I seem to remember us meeting at the underground fighting ring. If that doesn’t make you a rebel, then I don’t know what does.” I grip her chin and plant a quick kiss on her lips. “Now, get your ass out of the car, and let’s go party.”
She giggles as she follows me out of the car and into the reception hall, which is inside a grand hotel and already filled with our guests. The band hired to play our wedding announces us as Mr. and Mrs. James Kelly, and I love the sound of that.
As we make our way to the main table, we greet guests along the way.
“Congratulations,” a man says, approaching us. I recognize his face as one of the Donovan men, but I don’t know him.
“Liam,” Olivia explains, hugging him. I watch with narrowed eyes. It doesn’t escape my notice that Liam is conventionally handsome. “How are you?”
“I’m good. Happy for your marriage.”
Olivia laughs. “Soon, you’ll be married, too, possibly?”
Liam shrugs. “If I can ever find the right woman.”
“You will.”
“Hopefully. I’ll leave you guys to your party.” He walks off and joins a woman on the dance floor.
“Who was that?”
