by Amy Brent
The wedding day had arrived quickly. Devon had somehow managed to plan a beautiful ceremony and reception while being the mother of a newborn. I had helped where I could, but I had the impression she knew exactly what she wanted for her big day, and she was going to get it.
The red carpet was flanked with rows of simple white chairs. Each chair had a red sash tied around it, and where it made a bow in the back, Devon had placed gold floral arrangements. Candles burned all over the place as the bridesmaids began making their way down the aisle toward me.
After the bridesmaids came the flower girl, my youngest cousin, who threw red and gold rose petals down the aisle. She was followed by Heather. My sister was dressed in the same burgundy flowing gown as the other bridesmaids, but she was pushing a little white wagon. Eric was inside, and resting across his little lap was a red pillow with our rings attached to it.
When Heather arrived by my side, she hugged me, gave me a kiss on both cheeks, and took her spot beneath the step where Devon would stand minutes from now. Liam stepped forward and pulled the wagon beside him and crouched down to play with baby Eric, who was half asleep, as always.
Liam looked up at me in the moment of silence as I waited for Devon.
“You know,” he said, “I really like being Uncle Liam.”
The song changed to the traditional wedding music. Liam got to his feet. My heart was pounding as I waited for Devon to round the corner.
When she did, everything else around me vanished.
Her eyes met mine right away, and I thought I might faint. Instead, I did my best to keep my composure and not burst into tears.
Her hair was pinned up, but some loose strands fell in curls around her neck and shoulders. She was wearing a veil, but it didn’t cover her face. Her lips were painted red, and she was smiling at me as she made her way down the aisle.
Her dress had beaded straps for sleeves with jewels hanging off the shoulders and down her upper arms. The torso was glistening in the sun and covered in rhinestones, with a plunging neckline. It was tight to her hips, where it flowed out elegantly to the ground. She looked so sexy.
Devon passed her red and gold bouquet to Heather and then came to me.
When she drew up in front of me, I took her hands and pulled her up the step. She stood staring adoringly up at me, and I couldn’t stop the surge of emotion that was racing through me. The tears came and so did hers and then the music quieted, and we were starting the ceremony.
‘I love you,’ I mouthed as the officiant began the ceremony.
‘I love you too,’ she mouthed back, her red bottom lip trembling.
I rubbed my thumbs over the back of her hands to ease the storm of nerves I sensed in her. And then, all too soon, we said our vows and, after that, our I dos.
I slid the rings on Devon’s finger, and she placed my ring on my hand. Then we kissed in front of everyone we loved and our son to seal our marriage.
We ducked into the limo half an hour after the ceremony started to head to the luxurious estate down the street from the property we were married at. Our wedding party was with us, and we popped champagne to celebrate with everyone. Our photographer snapped photos as everyone toasted our marriage.
We all piled out of the limo when we arrived at the place Devon had chosen for wedding pictures. It was a beautiful home built in the sixteen hundreds. The high ceilings and grand staircases made for extravagant and unique photos, and we even managed to snap some in the gardens outside.
When the photographer separated us to take some images of just the bridal party, Devon took my hand and led me down a winding staircase and through a door that was so understated, it looked like it didn’t belong in the grand home.
“Where are we going?” I asked, as she pushed me inside and closed and locked the door behind us.
She faced me, gave me a dazzling smile, and then pulled up the skirts of her gown. She wasn’t wearing panties. I almost swallowed my tongue. Blood rushed to my cock.
“I want my husband to bend me over that desk and make love to me,” she said, reaching inside the top of her dress and pulling a condom out from its hiding place against her breast.
I went to the desk and swept everything off it in one fell swoop. Devon laughed and rushed to join me. I bent her over and hiked her dress up higher until I could see her bare ass. I slapped her and then slipped a finger inside her.
“So my wife wants me to fuck her, hm?” I asked
Devon nodded and passed me the condom over her shoulder. “She does.”
“How did I ever get so lucky?” I asked, rolling the condom on.
Devon moaned softly as I slid my finger in and out of her. “I don’t know,” she breathed. “I’ve been wondering the same thing.”
I undid my pants and let them fall around my ankles. Then, I stepped in close to her. Her skin was hot against mine. I eased my cock inside her. She gripped the edges of the desk. I pulled out and then slid back in. She was so wet and ready, so swollen, that I knew she had been thinking about this for hours.
She had probably planned this in her wedding itinerary.
I really did wonder how I had managed to get so lucky.
I ran my fingers over her pussy around my cock. She was stretched wide, and she flinched at my touch. She liked it. I repeated this until she cried out and came. Her right leg spasmed against mine as her pussy filled with her juices.
She was so turned on. I fucked her harder, my fist tightening in the skirts of her dress as I pinned her down on the desk. The legs squeaked on the marble floor as it shuffled away from me with each and every thrust.
Her ass was full and firm. She was so incredibly sexy. As I closed in on my own climax, I felt her pussy tighten around my shaft. She was going to come again. I maintained my rhythm, knowing it was working for her, until new wetness bloomed once more around my cock, and she whimpered in ecstasy.
I pulled her upright and spun her around so she was facing me. Then I lifted her up and sat her down on the edge of the desk. I lifted one of her legs and hooked it over my shoulder. She watched me with hungry eyes as I pinned her other leg down.
Then, I entered her again.
She moaned, and her eyes closed. I admired the shadows from her eyelashes on her cheekbones. I kissed her red lips, not caring if they were staining my own. I kissed her throat and her neck. She smelled like roses.
I fucked her with her leg on my shoulder until she came again. It didn’t take long. She clutched me to her as her orgasm broke her open. I crushed her mouth against mine, and she moaned into my mouth until she was done.
Then she slipped off the desk and went to a crouch before me. I stared down at her, a little shocked that she would go down to the ground in her wedding gown. I was startled and elated when she peeled the condom off and took my cock in her mouth. She sealed her lips over me and stared up at me as she eased my cock into the back of her throat.
I watched, amazed and more aroused than I ever had been in my life, as her hand wandered between her legs. She began stroking herself, slowly at first, as she sucked me off. Her cheeks puckered, and her tongue played with the tip of my dick. She licked my balls and drew them into her mouth, suckling them gently as she worked my shaft with her hand.
When she took me in her mouth again, she slipped two fingers into her pussy. I could hear how wet she was as she fingered herself and held all of me in her mouth.
She moaned, but the sound was muffled by my cock in her mouth. I began moving my hips, encouraging her to suck faster. She obliged and matched the rhythm with her fingers, sliding home in and out of herself at a faster speed.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” I whispered in one shuddering breath as her tongue traced the tip of my cock.
She smiled, somehow, with my dick still between her lips, and continued sucking me off until I was bucking in her grasp and shooting my load into the back of her throat.
She came at the same time. She moaned after she swallowed my come and then came herself
, looking up at me with her brows drawn together in intense pleasure.
“I have the best wife in the world,” I grated as I helped her to her feet.
She ran a finger around her lips, careful not to smudge her lipstick, and then licked her finger clean. “Yes,” she purred, “you do.”
The dance floor was lit with wandering dots of white light. Sheer white curtains were draped over the beams in the ceiling above, and a disco ball reflected all the red and gold of the decor in the reception room.
Devon’s hand was in mine as we stepped onto the dance floor for the first time as husband and wife. A gentle melody began to play, our melody, and I put a hand on her waist. The hundreds of eyes in the room became nonexistent as I stared into Devon’s. Her stare was brighter and greener than ever.
Her dress swished around her ankles as we danced, and I twirled her away from me and back again. I dipped her backward and spun her around. The crowd cheered, reminding me that they were, in fact, still there.
Then the song sped up, and we invited everyone to come join us. Devon threw her arms in the air as her bridesmaids swooped down upon her, and they all began dancing the way they would at a club when they were twenty-one.
I smiled to myself as Liam and some of my other boys flanked me.
Devon and I locked eyes again. She threw her head back and laughed, the sound bubbling around me over the music.
The mother of my child was now my wife, and the journey we made to get to this place had been well worth all the ups and downs.
As we danced, I watched my wife. There was nothing else worthy of my attention.
The End
IT’S NOT OVER YET…THE PARTY HAS JUST STARTED!
You know I love my readers, and I’m all about delivering content that you love. Here’s a NEVER BEFORE PUBLISHED, EXCLUSIVE Super Forbidden Fruit Romance for you – The Escort.
Check it out!
The Escort
CHAPTER 1
Rayna
I stepped into the kitchen to pour some coffee into my travel cup, seeing that it was empty. My husband, James, worked days while I pulled more of a swing shift and we often missed each other during the week. Not that it was a bad thing. I frowned as I filled the large cup with the potent brew that started while I was in the shower, adding some cream to lighten the dark brown liquid.
Things had been bad for years now, and steadily getting worse. I knew that we married because our families were close to begin with, and the fact that I’d known James since grade school. It just made sense for us to marry and as I looked around the top-of-the-line chef’s kitchen that was hardly used, I realized that it painted a pretty picture for the world. It was a picture that was fading around the edges, tearing apart.
I grabbed my purse and walked out into the garage, sliding into my Range Rover to go to the office. James worked at a law firm in Los Angeles and worked some of the toughest divorces in the history of celebrities, making thousands of dollars and impressing all our high-class friends. I sometimes wondered why he didn’t just divorce me instead of losing respect for me as the years passed, but James stayed.
I got a job to get out of the house, finding something a bit edgy through a friend that wasn’t part of my usual crowd. Lana was a woman that I met at a local coffee shop that was as far removed from Starbucks as it could possibly be. Grinder’s was a single shop with vibrant colors splashed on the walls and mismatched furniture in the same shades. It offered a great variety of organic appetizers and small meals, and of course, delicious coffees and teas. I stepped in quite by accident one day while I was secretly thrift shopping to kill time, craving a job of my own just two years into my marriage.
Lana was sitting in a booth with her dark purple hair and bright blue eyes, sipping coffee as she worked on a laptop. Something about her struck me, and I watched her for a moment before I looked around the large shop. My own hair was a dark blonde that hung down my back in loose curls and glasses that I’d been wearing for years covered my deep blue eyes. I felt so dull compared to most of the people in here, and I laughed to myself as I approached the counter to order.
I sat down and pulled out my phone to look at the job ads for the day on one of the popular sites. I had been looking for a few months, and as my eyes skimmed the words, I took a drink from my cup of coffee. I came across something that sounded interesting, reading the short ad that asked for someone to assist in a business, booking appointments and keeping a flow in the busy setting. The ad didn’t say what the job was, but it did specify that the hours were late afternoons into the night. That appealed to me. I looked at the email and memorized it, leaving the screen to send a message inquiring if the position was filled.
I set my phone down, smiling as I looked around to see the woman with the purple hair watching the screen of her own phone. She typed something with a smile and set it back down, focusing on the laptop as she entered something with a slight frown. My phone chimed, and I looked down to see a response to my email, opening it curiously to see that it was still available and that they would love to fill it as soon as possible. There was a phone number, and I licked my lips before I pulled up the screen to dial the number, glancing around to make sure I wouldn’t be inconveniencing any of the customers. There were just one and a half rings before someone answered, and I blinked as it seemed to echo through the room. “Hello. I was calling about the job,” I said as the woman answered me, making me realize that she was in the same shop as I was. I raised my eyes to see the woman with the purple hair looking around as well, and she smiled as our eyes met.
That was how I met Lana, learning over coffee that she was an escort at a successful service in the city, and that they were short an assistant. She must have seen the horror on my face since she laughingly assured me that I would be making the bookings, not the hooking. Once she told me about the pay and the hours, going into the general atmosphere of the office as well, I had to admit that I was intrigued. I didn’t need the money. James made plenty, but I craved the edgy life that this promised, a job where I could escape the life I led every day without going over the edge of the cliff.
After we had spoken for an hour, I accepted the job as I made a mental decision to tell all my family and friends that I was assisting a photographer. They could never know the truth.
Lana took me right over to the office, located in a building on the same block with an office on the seventh floor. It had a few rooms, and Lana told me that this was the operations office and that most of the girls didn’t come here too often. She was a close friend of the woman that started the business, so she helped a bit more than the average escort, but she was looking forward to getting back to normal.
I wondered what normal was like as she set me up in an office and showed me the booking process. Most of the clients used an online system to book their girls, but some old school clients still called. I’d handle both, along with the other girls in the office that Lana introduced me to. Sarah and Millie reminded me of Lana, though they were very nice and seemed as though they were going to be helpful. I watched as she showed me the spreadsheets with the names and pictures of the girls, including their specialties as I blushed. Lana giggled, asking me what my story was as I told her that I’d been married for two years. She smiled as she looked at me and I wished that I felt the joy that should be behind those words.
At least I had a part of my life that would just be for me now, someplace I could be a different woman.
CHAPTER 2
Rayna
I thought about the years that passed since that first day as I parked in the lot by the office. There was a lot of resentment in the fact that James became verbally abusive towards me as well as the signs of being physically violent with me. Had it really been just five years since the wedding?
If I didn’t have the escape of work, I would have gone crazy. I think it is what got me through the harder times since I collaborated with warm, fun people in a professional setting. There were days that I didn�
�t even feel like it was an escort agency since I was merely booking appointments and getting the information to the necessary parties. The money was great, and at this point, I was stocking it away so I could leave James and make it on my own. I knew that our families would be horrified since we were the picture-perfect couple everywhere but home. James faked it well though I had a hard time eating if we were at any kind of lunch or dinner, causing me to drop some weight.
That only prompted the families to tell me to get pregnant so I could out some weight on, though I knew that they really meant they wanted an heir to the family fortune. They wanted a capable person that would go into law just as all the men had, preferably a man.
They could go to hell if they ever thought I’d have children with James. Our sex life was practically non-existent being that we worked different schedules. When I did go home late at night, he was often gone. James worked at the office every chance that he could though so I wasn’t surprised. He had a place to sleep there for the nights that he worked through to the morning, just to catch a nap.
I got out and walked down the walkway and up to the glass door that led to my building. I wasn’t sure how the owners did it, but they had a legitimate space for us to work. I knew it wasn’t an obvious name and that we kept our communications vague, but there were much worse issues to deal with in this city than an escort service. It was professional, and the girls were as safe as they could be, with background checks on the high-end clients and strict rules for everyone involved to be careful.