Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
“Butch, what if we’re late?” She might mean the words she says, but when she spreads her legs and rolls her hips forward, we both know she doesn’t give a shit.
“People can wait while I fuck my bride.”
Her laughter turns into a gasp as my tongue runs between her lips and I suck on her clit. My hands grab her ass and pull her close as I bury my face against her pussy. It doesn’t take me long to get her off with my mouth and she’s crying out my name.
“I want my cum in you when you walk down the aisle to me,” I growl, standing up to turn her around.
I push up all the layers of material as she grabs on to the nearest chair to brace herself. I pull out my cock and sink it deep into her just as there’s a knock on the door.
“Harlow?” I hear Nellie call out, but I don’t stop.
The doorknob jiggles, and I smile as I keep on hammering into Harlow.
“B-be right out,” Harlow tries to say, but her words are cut off when her orgasm gets close. “Shit.”
I smack her ass and she squeals as I shake my head. “Watch your mouth, little girl.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she moans as she pushes back against me.
My cock swells as she squeezes me, and I know we’re both going to go at the same time. I hear people on the other side of the door, but I ignore them, putting my hand over Harlow’s mouth and feeling her body shudder.
Her orgasm hits her and takes her and she takes me over the edge with her. I groan and try not to let my knees buckle with the force of it. It’s hot and fast, but I plan on taking my time tonight and every day after.
I take a breath and pull out of her, dragging her into my arms. “There. Now we can get married.” I kiss her on the forehead as I walk towards the door and leave her flushed and trying to balance herself.
“You realize I’m going to look freshly fucked in all our wedding photos now, right?” She doesn’t look at all upset by it with her flushed cheeks and few tendrils of her red hair out of place.
“Perfect.”
She rushes over to me and I catch her in my arms as I give her one last kiss. There is more pounding on the door and I know it’s time for us to go.
“We’re going to make this wedding fast,” I warn, and she nods and bites her lip. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she says softly as we walk out together and into our forever.
Epilogue
Harlow
Three years later…
I suck harder, taking Butch’s cock to the back of my throat. “Little one,” he warns. I’m being greedy. I want him to cum in my mouth. It’s a game we play. He always wants his cum in my pussy or spreading across my skin. On the rare occasion I can beat him to it and get a mouth full of him, I get him to cum too fast to stop me from sucking him down. I look up at him with a plea in my eyes.
“Fine, you little brat. This time.” His hand in my hair tightens as he starts to pump in and out. He can never tell me no when I really want something and I want this. He no longer lets me bob my head back and forth on him. Now he controls my movements, but I can suck harder. My eyes lock with his. I beg him again with them. My clit is throbbing with need. I came not even five minutes ago when Butch saw me in my dress all ready to go to the boys’ graduation. He spread me out on the bed, pushing my dress up before sliding my panties to the side and eating me until I cried out his name.
We both could be as loud as we wanted right now. My mom has our little one today. We’re the only ones home. Butch grunts as he fucks my mouth faster. I suck as hard as I can, giving it my all. I get off on getting him off.
When he lets out a load groan I feel cum hit my tongue. I swallow it down, sucking more, wanting every last drop of him I can get. He takes a staggered step back from me, his breathing heavy as his cock slips from my mouth. I lean forward to swipe my tongue across the head of his cock, getting the last drop of semen that’s there before I lick my lips, enjoying the taste of my husband.
My pussy still throbs with need. “Lift your dress.” I do as I’m told. Butch takes another few steps back and drops down into the chair in the corner of our bedroom. He keeps his eyes trained on my dress bunched up around my waist, anchored by my shaking hand.