Page 49 of Screwged for Christmas

“An ordained friend. He needs to see us to wed us, baby.”

Aron turns to face his friend. “Sorry man, meant to wait till later, but it didn’t turn out that way.”

His friend laughs a deep rumble. “I’ll skip right to the important parts then.”

Luckily my dress covers all the naughty bits, but if Aron moves his arm even a fraction, I won’t be held accountable for the peep shop.

The fact we now have an audience doesn’t stop Aron. With each forward thrust of his hips, my pussy tightens around him, following his lead. Audience or not, my body is alive and burning for the release Aron has brought to the surface.

“Aron,” I beg softly and let my head fall back to his shoulder.

“We’ll do the rings another time,” he says in the direction of the phone. “Let’s get this over with and fast. I have a wife who needs me.”

“Do you, Noella Montgomery, take Aron Mount to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

I’m panting hard and at first, I can’t think of the words I know that are needed from me. Aron slows and kisses a hot trail up my bare shoulder.

“Answer him, love.”

“I..I... do, I sosodo,” I scream.

“And do you, Aron Mount, take Noella Montgomery to be your wife—”

“—I do.” Aron cuts him off, his thrusts savage and raw. My body takes the pounding and I arch my back a little more so every inch of him slides into me.

My mouth falls open and my chest expands with every feeling and emotion in me blooming to life. No sooner do the words leave my lips does Aron’s head fall back and his release roars from him. Streams of hot seed fill my pussy, coating my walls. Rivulets of hot cum empties into me and drips down my thighs to soak my dress.

He shoots more of his hot load into me, his friend on the other end of the line all but forgotten. Still quivering from my own release small aftershocks ripple along my nerve endings and send another wave of hot cum to mix with his to spill out and wet my thighs.

“I now pronounce you man and wife. I’d say you can kiss the bride, but, yeah, getting her pregnant works too. Congratulations, guys. You still have some things to sign.”

“Meet us at my private hanger in thirty minutes. We’ll sign whatever you need to make this binding and then we’re off on our honeymoon.”

I hit end to the call and toss Aron’s phone to the side. “Is what we did even legal?”

“It is. When I bring you back from our trip to my cabin upstate, we can have a proper wedding if you want. For me, this works, but the wedding album might be a little bare.”

“Cabin? Snow? But my honeymoon destination is for Aruba.” I kind of relished the idea of beach time.

“You’re my wife now and I’m not about to take some other man’s honeymoon.”

I clench my pussy around his spent cock still buried inside me and get a deep, hungry growl of appreciation in return.

“You took his wife-to-be.”

“You were mine first. The way I see it, I just took you back.”

He fists a handful of my hair and turns my head enough where my parted lips meet his easily. His kiss is feverishly hot and claiming. He makes it so easy to lose myself in his heat, his taste.

Aron is breathing as hard as I am when he pulls from me and slides his heavy weight to the seat. He drags me to him and settles me over his lap, my knees on either side. His cum drips from me, but neither of us cares about the mess.

“My God, woman, you drive me crazy.” He raises his hands to my cheeks and palms them tenderly.

“I dreamed about this day, but never like that.” I’m almost giddy with laughter at what we just did. “You’re right. Today is going to be a little awkward in the wedding photo album.”

“Never a dull day, that I promise.” He’s stroking my hair that fell from the high upsweep I had going on for the first wedding I was supposed to be the main highlight in.

I rest my head against his chest and try hard to catch my breath. “Pregnant.” I savor the word and cherish the idea of forming a family with my new husband.

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