“Oh,” she moans. I suck deep over the material before sliding it to the side and licking her again, this time harder. Her legs begin to shake, and placing my thumbs on the outer edges of her pu**y, I spread her open wider, laving her with my tongue, loving the way she tastes. I start working two fingers in and out of her, feeling her begin to clamp down around my fingers. She whines as I pull my mouth away.
“Easy, baby. I need inside you.” I sit forward, tugging my pants over my hips before ripping her thong from her body. Without warning, I lean forward, pulling her down onto my lap. I run the head of my c**k over her opening and her hips start to grind against me. I lift my hips, sinking inside her slowly until I’m balls-deep.
“Cash,” she whimpers. I hold her in place, enjoying the feeling of being wrapped tight inside her.
“I got you, baby.” My hands roam her body before one captures a breast, the other zeroing in on her clit. I pull on her nipple at the same time I roll her clit between my fingers. I pull her back against me, rocking my hips in tandem with hers. I know she’s close when I feel her heat start to strangle me. “That’s it, baby. Come for me.” I bite into her shoulder, pushing her over the edge. She calls out my name, her pu**y contracting around me before her body falls limp against me. I hold her close, enjoying the feeling. My c**k is throbbing; I need to come, but I want to see her face when I lose it inside her. I pick her up off my cock, sliding free. “I need you to stand up, baby.” She does, her legs unstable, so I make sure to hold onto her hips. Once she’s good, I pull off my clothes and pick her up, heading to the bedroom. I lay her on the bed, and looking around, I see that the hotel did as I asked. The bed is covered in rose petals—that may be overkill, but there is also a bottle of champagne and chocolate covered strawberries. I look at Lilly and her face is flushed, her eyes dark with lust. I climb onto the bed with her, dragging her higher up the bed with me. Leaning forward, I suck one nipple into my mouth, then the other.
“I need you in me,” she cries, her body writhing beneath me. Her leg wraps around my hip, and her fingers run through my hair. My gaze travels up her body from my marks on her br**sts to her beautiful face.
“I love you, Lil,” I say, sliding into her. Her eyes stay locked on mine, my mouth lowering to hers.
“I love you too,” she says against my lips. I slide deeper, her nails going to my ass and I know what she wants. I sit up on my knees, wrapping her legs around my thighs, my arms going straight into the bed so I can pound into her harder.
“I wanted to give you sweet,” I grunt, leaning forward and pulling a nipple into my mouth, sucking hard before biting down.
“I don’t want sweet!” she cries, her nails digging into my skin. My balls pull up and I thrust harder, each time grinding my pelvis against hers. Her body starts to pull me deeper. I feel the tingle in my spine and my balls draw up tight. I close my mouth over hers, sucking her tongue into my mouth at the same time she tightens and cries out. I lose myself inside her. My weight sinks down on top of her, my body molding to hers and I thrust more gently. My hands go to the sides of her face, I pull her hair away, and I lean forward to kiss her forehead, nose, and then her mouth.
“How you feeling?” I ask, whispering against her mouth, enjoying the feeling of having her under me, and still buried inside of her.
“I can’t believe we’re really married.” She smiles, one which lights up her whole face. The smile that made me fall in love with her. The smile that she gives my kids, and the smile that I will be blessed with looking at for the rest of my life.
“Believe it, baby. You’re my wife.” I smile back.
“And you’re my husband,” she says, running her fingers down my jaw.
“I am,” I slide out of her, “and as your husband, I’m going to give you a bath and order some food, that way you have enough energy to make it through Naked Hotel Day.” She giggles, rolling away. I stand at the side of the bed and start laughing when I notice that she is covered with rose petals.
“What’s so funny?” she asks. I pull her out of the bed, sliding a petal off her nipple. “Oh.” She looks down at the bed, then between the two of us before cracking up. I don’t have time to think before she runs off. I don’t know what she’s doing until she grabs her phone and I hear the sound of the camera clicking.
“What are you doing?”
“I want a picture of you covered in rose petals. I figure if I ever need to get my way, I can use this to blackmail you.” She laughs as I lunge after her, and when I catch her, I toss her over my shoulder, slapping her ass one time before heading towards the bathroom.
“You’re gonna pay for that,” I tell her.
“What are you gonna do, spank me?” she asks, and I can hear the need in her voice.
“No, you like that too much. I say you’re going to get punishment-by-cock.” I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. Her eyes narrow, then widen as I slide her down my body before turning, pressing her into the wall. “Are you ready for your punishment?” I press my hips into hers.
“Yes,” she moans as I fill her, giving her the first part of her punishment, then again in the bathroom on the floor, then pressed against the glass windows where we decided to get married this morning, overlooking the little white chapel, and then in bed, where I fall asleep with my wife in my arms.
“I can’t believe you!” Jules yells, running out of her apartment. I knew it was coming, I just didn’t know when. I shake my head and roll up the window of the truck. I didn’t want Jax to hear this conversation. We have been home for a week from our trip to Alaska and layover in Vegas, and today was the first time Jules has called and asked to see Jax. I hate taking him to her, but I can’t deny him his own mother. I never want him to look at me and see the person who kept him from her.
“Hey, dude.” He’s looking out the window at his mom when I call his name. His eyes meet mine in the mirror. “I need to talk to your mom for a second, so stay buckled in.” He nods, his eyes going back to Jules. I know he is conflicted about her. Shit, I’m conflicted about her. I f**king hate her guts, but there is nothing I can do because she is the mother of my son, so I’m forced to get along with her. I get out of the truck, shutting the door. I hold up my hand, holding her off until I can get her to the back of the truck. “Don’t start your shit and let my son hear,” I growl.
