They smiled and waved, then Hudson straddled his bike and started the engine. Brooklyn climbed on behind him, her expression tight.
What is going on?
The makeshift wedding arch had been lifted onto thedrive, next to Jayden’s bike, and beside it was a stack of pizza boxes and piles of empty bottles.
“Tomorrow’s job,” Jayden said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “More important things to do right now.”
She giggled and allowed him to tug her up the steps to the front door. It was open, and they rushed in.
Jayden grabbed her and back-kicked it closed. He pulled her up against the wall, his shoulders against it. “Did I tell you you’re the most beautiful bride in the world?”
“Only five times.”
“Well, you need to hear it again.” His mouth pressed down on hers, urgent yet gentle, full of love and need and desire.
She cupped his cheeks, feeling his jaw move as they kissed, and leaned into him.
Squeezing her ass over the tulle, he groaned. “I’m so damn hard for you.”
“Is that so?” She slid her hand to the front of his pants and felt his erection over the material. “So you are.”
He groaned again. “I fucking love your hands on me.”
She bit his bottom lip gently and squeezed his cock. “What about my mouth? You like that on you?”
“Fuck yeah.”
She smiled, lust swarming through her, then sank to her knees.
“Give me fucking strength,” he muttered.
Her heart rate picked up. She loved how vocal he was during sex, telling her what he wanted, how she did it just right. And she knew damn well he enjoyed her giving him oral sex.
“Time to lose these,” she said, drawing down the zipper on his pants. She shoved them to his thighs.
His thick cock tented his black boxers, and she stroked over it.
He ran his hands into her hair, messing up the fancy updoand sending several small flowers tumbling to the floor. “Seeing you like that, on your knees in front of me in that goddamn virginal dress. Fuck. I…”
“Didn’t know it was a fantasy, right?” She chuckled.
“I guess … ah … fuck…”
She’d pulled the waistband of his boxers out and over his cock, releasing it completely. Without hesitation, she swiped her tongue over his slit.
“Tammy,” he gasped, his cock bobbing. “I need more.”
Of course, he does.
She gave it, opening her mouth and sinking deep. His glans was smooth and hot, his shaft thick and solid. Hugging him with her tongue, she closed her eyes and let him rest, touching the back of her throat.
His fingers tightened on her scalp, and he locked his knees. “Jesus, give me strength.”
It was thrilling to have this big, tough biker at her mercy. At this moment, she owned him, owned his pleasure. She was all he could think of. She was his universe.
Slowly, she pulled back, catching his saliva-coated shaft in her palm. When she reached the tip, she sank back down, then repeated the action, over and over.
Within two minutes, he was breathing hard, and a slick of pre-cum had coated her tongue.