Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
“Kennedy. You are in a room full of people. Mind your manners.” The nails on the chalkboard sound of her mother's voice interrupts us. I feel my blood begin to boil at the way she spoke to Kennedy.
Kennedy jerks back from the kiss, but I don’t let her go. No, instead I drop my mouth down on hers this time. No one will ever fucking dictate when my wife and I can kiss each other. When I pull back from the kiss, Kennedy is breathing heavily, and I’m pretty sure has forgotten about her mom, who has now scurried off to her seat.
“You’re bad.” She laughs but doesn't look mad. In fact, none of that edge she often has when her mom is around is on her today. She keeps brushing her off. The woman’s comments are rolling off her.
“Only for you, love.” I snag her hand and guide her back to our seats so we can have dinner. My words are true. Kissing someone in public was never something that I ever thought I would do. Until Kennedy. Now I find myself wanting to do it all the time. Now that I know she likes it, I am going to take her mouth as often as I can, not caring where we are or who’s watching.
I only let Kennedy’s hand go when the food finally hits the table, and I have no other choice. If we were at home, I could pull her into my lap and feed her like I did at breakfast this morning. I’m thinking she wouldn't be up for that in a room full of people. Only one more day until she’s completely mine, I remind myself.
Dinner goes by both too quickly and slowly at the same time. Each minute that passes is another toward Kennedy belonging to me in all ways but also another closer to her leaving me tonight. I know there is no way in hell I can pull off her coming home with me.
I glance over at my brother, wanting to tell him to knock it off. He’s laying it on thick with Kennedy’s sister with the flirting. He’s not getting her to go back to his hotel room either. At least not tonight. The waitress, however, is giving him a look that says that she’s up for it. I hope I don’t have to kill him. If he fucks this wedding up, I’ll do it without hesitation.
“I’d like some privacy,” I tell everyone when we start to stand from the table to say our goodbyes. “I want to have a few words with my bride until I see her again.” Mom rushes over and kisses Kennedy but not before whispering a few things in her ear. It takes another long ten minutes before I finally have her all alone and to myself.
“I thought they’d never leave,” she says when the door finally closes. She surprises me when she flings herself at me. I groan, pushing her up against the nearest wall. She’s as needy for me as I am for her.
“I don’t want to spend the night apart.”
“You’re even handsome when you pout.” She lets out a small laugh. I don’t pout. Or maybe I do when it comes to her. There were a lot of things I didn't do before her. “I don’t want to either,” she admits.
“I want to make you come. Give me that at least.” I start to kiss her neck, my hands already going for her pants to slip inside. She nods in agreement and lets out a moan that has cum leaking from the head of my cock.
“Yes, make me come.” My knees almost buckle when my fingers reach her pussy and feel how wet she is. My cock strains against my zipper.
“Promise me you’re going to marry me tomorrow,” I demand. “I want to make sure tomorrow night is perfect and there is something I want to take care of tonight, but I need you to promise me.”
“I promise.” Her fingers dig into my shoulders as I play with her clit. She’s already about to go off. Hell, she’s not even touching my cock and I am about to go off too. I work one finger inside her. She’s so fucking tight. It has more cum leaking from my cock, but it also gives me a small amount of fear too. I do not want to hurt her. I slowly work another finger inside of her.
Her small moans fill my ears, letting me know how much she’s enjoying what I’m doing to her body.
“Say it again,” I order, slowly thrusting in and out of her. My thumb is pressed against her clit. She keeps moving her hips, trying to greedily fuck herself on my fingers, but I pin her hips to the wall so she can’t move. She’ll come when I tell her to. When she gives me what I’ve asked from her.