Sylan’s hips surge forward and buck against me, and my release comes hard and fast. He muffles my screams with his mouth, and I give him everything I have.
His magnificent cock releases ropes of hot sperm, and in minutes I’ll be walking down the aisle with his sticky cum wetting my thighs, and tonight when we’re alone I’ll be wearing Grey’s and Drake’s too. That thought alone sends multiple aftershocks through my body.
“We better hurry, mo chroí. I can’t wait to have you as Mrs. Ward and saying I do to all three of us.”
They help me into my dress and make me presentable, tucking a few loose strands of hair back into the up-do, and I straighten their bowties. By the door, my men give me lingering kisses and then walk me down ten floors to where we are to be married.
With all three at my back, we all prepare to walk down the aisle together—always together—as the music starts.
The doors swing open and I take Drake and Grey’s extended arms and begin the walk that will forever change the rest of my life. A life with the men I love. My filthy mafia men.
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