I move her around the dance floor. I whisper in her ear, "I'm smiling because I'm so goddamn happy."
"You don't feel like you have a ball and chain now?" she asks, laughing.
I shake my head. "Hell no. Though I wouldn't mind being locked up with you tonight."
"You want me to handcuff you?" she teases.
I shake my head. "No," I tell her, thankful everyone else is far enough away that I can tell her any dirty thing I'm thinking without anyone listening to us. "Tonight, I just want to fuck you. I want to lick your pussy until you come."
"I want you to come on my tits," she tells me, licking her lips. “How’s that for a wedding night consummation?"
"We can consummate our marriage however the hell we want. It's our life now, yours and mine."
She smiles. "I like that and I can't wait for you to take me out of this dress."
"That's exactly what I was thinking," I tell her, hoping this reception is over sooner rather than later.
By the time we've cut the cake and had plenty of toasts, danced our hearts out and told everyone we loved them a hundred times over, I'm finally able to lift my bride into my arms and take her away.
In the honeymoon suite, I carry her over the threshold, wanting her to know I will carry her anywhere, forever.
"I love you, Fiona."
"I love you more," she says. "Now, about that titty fuck."
I laugh, loving my girl's wild side. "You a little eager?" I tease.
"A little horny is more like it," she says.
Once I've helped her out of her dress, she runs her hand over the lower part of her belly.
"Do you think anyone noticed?" she asks.
I get down on my knees and kiss the teeniest baby bump that no one else knew about except for her and me. She took a test four days ago. She's pregnant with my child.
I look up at her. "No one else knew and I'm glad it was our secret tonight."
"Me too," she says, running her hands through my hair. "I'm so excited to share a life with you."
"Good," I say, "because I'm not going anywhere. I belong to you and you belong to me."
I stand and I take her hand, dragging her to the bed and laying her on her back. Then I straddle my wife. "Is this how you want it? Where you want it?" I ask as she begins to pump my shaft.
"Exactly where I want it," she says, shoving my cock between her perfect tits, so round and juicy.
"I don't want to hurt you," I tell her.
"I'm fine," she says. "I'm not even showing."
"All right," I say, leaning down to kiss her hungrily. Her lips are so sweet, her body so demanding. She wants this, bad.
She massages her breasts together, with my cock between them. "This is where I want you to come," she tells me, "right here."
"Oh, I'll come for you," I promise. "I'll come forever, however you like, whatever you need, I'm here."
"Good," she says, "because I'm ready for you."
She sucks me off, nice and good, and when I’m about to come, I pump my load right where she wants it. She’s begging me to come on her tits, her face, her chest.
“Oh, that’s so hot,” she moans, eager for more. As I finish, she climbs onto her hands and knees. “Put your hard cock in my pussy,” she begs.
I run my fingers over her dripping slit. My cock grows harder by the second as I press three fingers into her wet hole. She grinding her ass against me, her hands fisting the sheets, and I pound her sweet pussy with my hand, harder, deeper, more, making her cry out with need and a hunger like I’ve never heard before.
I massage her ass before tossing her on her back. I don’t want to fuck her from behind on our wedding night. I want to come while looking in her beautiful eyes.
Pressing her thighs apart, I take in her pink cunt. Dripping and ready, I fill my wife up nice and hard. Nice and good. The way she needs.
“Fuck, I love you,” I groan as she opens up for me.
I wrap her in my arms, and we move as one. Wanting more. Everything.
I have killed men in the past, and I would kill again to ensure the mother of my child is safe. Protected. Fiona belongs to me. Forever.
(P.S. This winter, be on the look out for Fiona’s father’s story … I figured with a name like Cane, he deserved a Christmas romance!)