Wedding Cake Crasher Read online Alexa Riley (Wedding Cake #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wedding Cake Series by Alexa Riley
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
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“Yes,” she moans, raising her hips to meet my thrusts.

“You’re going to marry me right away. No waiting.”

“Yes.” She nods in agreement and her pussy clenches around me.

“That’s my girl.”

I lean back and pull her onto my lap as my cock sinks deeper. She lies back on the sunbed. It’s the middle of the day and I’m balls deep in my woman, right where I want to be.

My thumb glides over her clit and she cries out. I lick the pad of my thumb and then put it back to slowly rub circles around it. Her moans get louder and louder as she gets closer to her climax and I have to grit my teeth to hold myself back.

It doesn’t take long with the perfect angle of my cock to hit that sweet spot inside her and she shouts at the pleasure. Her pussy clamps around me like a vise and I grunt while I hold myself deep.

As I empty inside her, I place my hand on her belly and think about the baby that’s most likely already taken root. With Sugar there’s no waiting to see what happens or second guessing. With her, I’m sure about every single decision and I know that making a family with her is what I’m meant to do with my life.

“I love you,” I say and I lean down and kiss her lips softly.

“I love you too,” she answers, looking up at me with heavy eyes. “You know what the best part about all of this is?”

“Well, my cock is still inside you so I’d say I’m already there.”

She laughs as she shakes her head and pulls me down close to whisper in my ear. “Wedding cake.”

I’ll make her a dozen if that’s what it takes to make her my bride. But no matter what, we’re both thankful she crashed a wedding in the first place.

Epilogue

Sugar

One month later…

I moan my husband’s name as he devours me from under my dress. He’s doing his best not to rip the thing, but my panties were unsalvageable. They were tossed away to God knows where, but I know I heard them rip; I don't need them.

Thank God I have a wall to hold me up or I’d fall over at this point. He’s working me into my third orgasm in a matter of minutes. I had no idea he’d get so turned on spending one night away from me. Okay, that’s a lie. He spent part of the night away from me. He snuck in around four this morning to make love to me one last time before I became his wife. It was so soft and sweet that when I woke up I almost thought it was a dream. When I felt his release between my legs I knew it was real. It could be this dress that has him so worked up because he hasn’t taken his eyes off me since the doors opened and I walked down the aisle.

“One more, Sugar. I have to have my sweetness,” he demands. He already had it minutes ago when he ate me to my first orgasm. He got another when he made love to me against the wall with my dress bunched up around me. Now my greedy husband wants another and I’m more than willing to give it to him. He can eat me whenever he wants. I’ll never stop him.

I reach down, gripping his hair in a tight hold as I start to come undone. I throw my hand over my mouth to try and muffle the sounds as I come again. There are people milling about outside the room. As the orgasm rocks me, Hank keeps on licking and sucking every drop from my body. His hands grip my hips to keep me from falling over as my body completely relaxes. I don’t even have the energy to try and hold myself up any longer. Every inch of me buzzes and my eyes slowly open a few moments later as Hank kisses me.

“I can’t go back out there now. I never want to move again,” I sigh.

He kisses me again and this time I can taste my desire. The wedding was perfect and I was surprised how easy everything went with the short amount of time we had to plan. Not only had crashing weddings found me my husband but it also made it easy to plan my own. I’ve seen enough weddings to know what I like and what could go wrong.

“I’m sure my wife is dying to see her cake.”

My eyes spring open. “I forgot!” I shout, making him laugh.

Only he could make me forget about everything. I try and push off his chest so I can go and see it, but he doesn't budge. I’m so excited about this freaking wedding cake. When we’d gone to try cakes, I hated them all. None tasted as good as the one Hank made, so he told me he made one for our wedding. I was over the moon that he was willing to spend hours on it, which is probably why he snuck into my room at four this morning. He’d likely gotten up to make the cake but stopped in to have a taste of me first.


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