“Do you think you could wear the veil for me again on our wedding night? Just the veil. Nothing else. Let me lift it so I can see your sweet little pussy. Lick her. Taste her.”
Desire races through me and my head tips back. “You can have anything you want, Jakob.”
I can’t make myself let go of him or get off his lap. This is my husband-to-be. Why should I have to hold back?
Beneath me, he thrusts his hard-on against me, grinding it into my clit. His hands explore my body, squeezing my breasts and pulling my underwear aside. Before I know what’s happening he’s sliding his zipper down and pulling out his cock.
My core clenches at the sight of him. I want him buried deep inside me so badly. “Jakob, my parents think were…ah…making wedding—”
I break off as he grasps my hips, lifts me onto his cock and then straight down. I nearly pass out he feels so good. “Jakob.”
He presses a finger to my lips and starts to pound up into me. So much for being in charge when you’re on top. I feel more like a little boat in stormy seas.
“Pull your top up and let me see your tits,” he whispers.
I do as he asks, and I pull the lace of my bra down, as well. His big thumbs circle my nipples and tweak them.
“If it was up to me I’d fuck you in church in front of everyone in that pretty white dress of yours, so that everyone knows you’re mine and how much you love my cock.”
I’m getting closer and closer to my peak with every thrust and I start to lose my composure, whispering and crying out.
“I said be quiet, little fox, or your whole family is going to know you’re getting railed in the living room.”
He’s the one pounding me so hard that I can’t help myself but make noise. Jakob reaches up and clamps his hand over my mouth, not letting up for a second. I tip my head back and lose myself in it. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to so I revel in the slide and thrust of his cock and his sharp, heavy breaths as he whispers dirty things to me.
“What a good girl you are. I love being balls deep in my slutty little bride. You love it too, don’t you, baby? Do I feel as big now as when I’m pounding your ass? I bet you’re thinking how lucky you are that your husband has the thickest cock you’ve ever seen.”
His chest is so hot beneath my hands that I know he’s going to come a second after I do. I try my best to swallow down my cry but a moan lodges in my throat as Jakob growls his own release and pulls me down hard on him. I feel like I’m going to split in two as I come.
His hand drops away and I sit atop him, eyes closed and head tipped back as I catch my breath. “You’re so goddamn full of yourself the way you talk about your cock.”
He grins lazily up at me, disheveled and gorgeous, his gray eyes sparkling. “I only deal in the absolute truth. That’s my job as Police Commissioner.”
There are footsteps out in the hallway.
“Crap. That’s Mum.” We quickly disengage from each other and neaten our clothes. When she comes through the door, we’re sitting innocently together, Jakob’s arm around my shoulder as we peruse a menu.
“Made any decisions?” she asks brightly.
“Not yet. It’s really hard.”
Out of the corner of my eye, Jakob’s mouth twitches and he says under his breath, “Not right this second, but give it a minute.”
My face turning red, I take another look at the menu and say, “We’ll go for the mushroom ravioli and then the lamb.”
Mum brightens. “Wonderful. That’s everything that needs to be decided, isn’t it? Would you like to stay for dinner, Jakob?”
My heart warms at the way she says his name, so different to how she used to coldly call him Mr. Rasmussen. He does stay for dinner, and we manage to steal several more kisses out by his car as I’m saying goodnight to him.
The morning of the wedding is bright white with snow. Mum and Dad take dozens of pictures of me in my dress and faux white fur shrug on the snowy steps of Balzac House.
We drive to the church, my bouquet of red and white roses on my lap and the embroidered veil over my face. I catch my reflection in the rear-view mirror and can just make out my eyes and my red-painted lips.
The doorway to the church is festooned in red and white roses, and so are the pews as Dad walks me down the aisle toward Jakob. He’s standing at the alter in a gray suit, the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on his face. I’m aware of a dozen or so people watching us, but I only have eyes for him.