Her body fell into mine. Her soft curves glowed like she was an angel. I licked my lips, raking over her tits.
She breathed heavily. “The wedding.”
“I want you,” I groaned, dipping my hand under her dress. “Twenty minutes. I have twenty minutes to fuck you.”
“Oh God, yes.” She nodded. “I missed you. You’re ok. I can’t believe you’re ok.”
Her mouth covered my neck and cheek. Her breath was hot and rapid. She fumbled with my zipper, shoving my khakis to the floor. My cock was aching. Throbbing to be home buried deep in her pussy.
I leaned backward, turning the deadbolt with one hand as she hiked her leg around my waist. I gripped her ass and she moaned. There were layers of fabric, but not enough I couldn’t find exactly what I wanted. I ran a finger through her slick folds. She was wet. I growled.
“Fuck me, baby,” I groaned. “Fuck me.”
She slid her panties to the side and I nestled my cock between her folds. I growled as she sank her walls around me.
“Cole,” she whimpered. Her hips rocked into mine. Her nails dug into my neck. She panted my name.
My knees locked, holding her in place. One hand gripped her ass tightly while the other urged her up and down.
“You’re going to be my wife. Say it,” I demanded.
She nodded, clawing at me. Her pussy was on fire. It consumed me. Took me to nirvana. Her walls clutched and squeezed my cock like a vice. I couldn’t remember whenever we’d been this rough with each other. Every time I fucked her it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I had to have her. Every part of her. I loved her more than I could put in thoughts or words.
“Your wife,” she groaned through heavy breaths.
I slammed into her, feeling the knot in my spine start to fire with pulses. Her hips were wild as she slid over my dick.
She quivered in my arms and we both came fast. Our bodies overcome with a violent crash as our climax rocked us. It was a savage collision as I claimed her pussy as if it was the first time we’d fucked.
“Holy fuck.” I lowered her to the ground, trying to get my pulse under control.
There was a slow smile on her face.
Her breasts heaved. Damn. Had her tits gotten bigger since I was gone?
I kissed her full lips again. I could do that all over again. I could that the rest of my life if I got my ass to the alter.
“I have five minutes?”
“Yes.”
I tilted her chin upward. “I told you I’d be here.”
I knew my scruff was long and I had sunburn on my face. But there was a tuxedo in a bag on the door. I could fucking pull this off. If I could make it half-way around the world, I could turn into a groom like Clark Fucking Kent.
“I’ll tell everyone you’re here,” she whispered.
I pulled her into another kiss before I hit the shower. “I was always going to come home to you, Kaitlyn.”
Her green eyes flickered. “I’m going to marry you tonight.”
I chuckled. “Yes you are.”
26
Kaitlyn
It seemed like it took less than two minutes for the behind-the-scenes crowd to know Cole was back. My body was still flush and my skin warm from his touch when I peeked my head out the door and whispered to Ryan he was back.