Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
He shrugged. “Yeah; I agree with that.” I glared at him. “She does deserve better. But the real question is, does she want that? Does she want better? She’s never turned from you, Sam. Even when you were treating her like shit, she still chose you.” I swallowed thickly, clinging to those words no matter how fucked-up they seemed. “She’s not going anywhere. Not a damn thing you could do that’d make that woman of yours turn her back on you.”
“I’ll never turn my back on you, Sam.”
I jerked around at the sound of her voice, confused as fuck as to why she was standing there. There hadn’t been a wedding march. There’d been nothing to alert me that the ceremony was about to start.
So, why was she standing here in front of me?
I ran my eyes over her and groaned, adjusting my dick in my jeans. A rumble of laughter sounded throughout the small crowd gathered to see us get married. We were in the middle of a church, but I didn’t give a fuck. She was wearing a strapless, black dress that hugged her curves and pushed her tits up. The bottom flared out around her knees, and I prayed for my dick when she turned around because I knew her ass was going to look fucking phenomenal.
This woman of mine had an ass that deserved to be worshipped, and damn if I didn’t do that daily.
“Reina?” I breathed.
She grinned. “The wedding march is overrated,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders.
River snorted behind me. I rolled my eyes and grabbed her hands in mine, nodding once at the minister.
She was here in front of me. To hell with tradition. I wasn’t giving her a chance to second guess this. She’d walked down the aisle to me without me even knowing, and now that she was here, I was trapping her.
I slipped into Reina’s changing room. She was riding back to the clubhouse for the reception on the back of my bike, but there was no way in hell she was getting on my bike in that dress. It would fucking rip. Which meant she had to be changing, and she was not coming out of that dress without me taking it off of her.
My pretty little wife gasped, spinning around to face me when I pushed open the door. I shut it back behind me. “Sam, what are you doing?!” she hissed in alarm, her eyes nervously flickering to the door behind me.
"Helping my wife out of her wedding dress.” Her eyes widened in disbelief. I grinned. “You didn’t think you’d be taking that off yourself, did you?”
Her cheeks flushed, though she had to be fucking used to my ways by now. I made a motion for her to give me her back, and she did. I slowly unlaced the back of her dress, my fingers sifting over her soft skin. I was so fucking hard it hurt. I’d been eyeing her in this sexy as fuck dress from the moment she stepped in front of me. I even fucked up my vows because she was so damn distracting.
I lightly nipped at her shoulder before I pushed her dress down, allowing her tits to spill free. I reached around and gripped them in my hands, groaning at the heavy feel of them in my palms. “Sam, we’re in a church,” she reminded me. But her voice was breathless, giving away how badly she wanted this. And even if her voice hadn’t, her tits certainly fucking did. Her nipples were hard against my palm.
I licked up the skin of her neck, and my naughty little wife tilted her head to the side, giving me more access despite her protest. “Baby girl, if God didn’t intend for me to fuck you inside this building, he wouldn’t have had this fucking dress created.”
She giggled but then sucked in a sharp breath of air when I shoved her forward, making her plant her hands on the desk. I didn’t waste a beat. I shoved her dress the rest of the way down, making it pool at her ankles, and then I twisted her thong in my hand and ripped it right off, making her squeak in alarm.
Then, like the good, dutiful husband I was and forever planned to be, I dropped to my knees behind her, spread her cheeks, and speared her cunt with my tongue.
Her moan was fucking music to my ears. Her legs trembled as I worked her to an orgasm, flicking and swirling my tongue over her clit. She came with a loud cry, and I didn’t even bother trying to keep her quiet. I wanted every fucker to hear her. I wanted them to know I was making my sweet little wife come on my tongue.
I lifted her onto the table and sank inside of her right as she was coming down from her orgasm. I thrust into her three times, and her walls fluttered around me. Her head fell back on her shoulders, those fucking soft curls spilling down her back, the ends touching the desk. “Oh, God!”