by T Steele
I rush out of the limo, then turn around and grab Ella, picking her up bridal style, and I carry her over the threshold. I don’t stop there, though. I carry her all the way up the stairs, where I finally reach our bedroom. I use my foot to pry the door the rest the way open, and our king-sized bed greets us.
I lay her on the bed, and she watches me, heavy-lidded and squirming. Ready for me. Her husband.
Ella lifts the gigantic skirt of her dress up her legs, revealing all that beautiful smooth skin to me, inch by inch. Teasing me, but I watch, not wanting to miss anything she gives me this night.
“I got something for you,” she says throatily.
“What more could you give me?” I ask, genuinely confused, but I can’t look away from each new piece of skin she reveals.
She keeps going, and she’s wearing a sheer, thin scrap of cloth that barely covers her sex. They can’t even be described as panties, and the sight of them between her thighs has me licking my lips. Then a sliver of her pale stomach is showing, and I see a small marking near her hip.
“What?” I breathe out, looking closer.
“Do you like it?” Ella asks huskily.
On her hip, red MMA gloves hang from a black bow, a small tattoo. I reach out to touch it, smoothing my hand over the delicate part of her skin.
“You did this for me?” I whisper.
“Yes.”
“Did it hurt?” I ask.
“Yes,” she laughs.
I look up at her and grin, then I swoop down the kiss the beautiful artwork she got in honor of me. Her husband.
“I love it,” I tell her earnestly and let her see the hunger in my eyes.
She smiles, and her hands glide up under her head as she lays on her back, looking up at me, waiting to see what I'll do next.
It’s then I realize she’s still wearing her heels.
Fuuuck.
I lift her by the ankle, inspecting the silver shoes around her small foot. “I’d like for these to dig into my back,” I tell her.
She grins mischievously and then pulls down her sweetheart neckline to reveal bare breasts. She hadn’t even been wearing a bra. She arches her back, cupping herself, and at this moment, I’m putty in her hands, not able to do anything but watch, mesmerized.
Then, I act. I unbutton my suit, shrugging it off before lifting my shirt over my head and throwing it haphazardly on the floor.
Now, I’m on her, my mouth devouring hers. Propped on one elbow so as not to crush her, my free hand goes to her perfect breasts before my mouth travels down to the other one.
I wouldn’t want to leave either of them out.
She grips the back of my head, wanting me closer. Wanting more.
So, I use my teeth. She cries out at the extra pressure, and then my hands travel down her beautiful white gown to the scrap of cloth she wears that’s considered underwear. I tease her a bit, playing with the hem of them until I finally dip my fingers inside to find her wet and wanting.
“Mmm…so wet for me already.”
“Of course,” she says breathlessly. “Always.”
When I reach her clit, I move my fingers in quick circles, knowing she’s already halfway there. My tongue laps at her nipple, and it only takes a second before she’s bucking her hips, cumming on my hand.
“Ah, first orgasm as my wife.”
Her hands grip the sides of my face and pulls me up to her lips. She tastes of strawberries and chocolate, and all of my dreams coming true.
“With many more to come,” she says with a sexy grin.
I’m so disarmed by her smile that she surprises me by flipping me over and onto my back, a self-defense move I taught her.
“No fair,” I rasp, but anything else I was planning to say leaves my brain.
Ella straddles me, wedding dress askew, lush breasts out, swollen from all the attention I’ve been giving them. The gown is gathered around her waist, like a giant cloud, making her look like an angel.
“I’m the luckiest bastard alive,” I say roughly, and she smiles before unzipping my pants and grabbing my hard cock.
She lifts up and then slams down onto me, her head falling back, mouth open, and I almost cum on the spot. I growl, my hands finding purchase on her hips, gripping them, loving the softness of them in my hands.
She rocks her hips back and forth, slowly at first, and then she starts moving in earnest. She clenches around me as she bounces up and down faster and faster. I grip her hips tighter and lift my hips, making her pound into me harder.
When we reach our release together, she collapses on top of me, bodies sweating and trembling, but satisfied.
“I love you, husband,” Ella tells me, and I’ve never heard anything sweeter.
“I love you, too, wife.”
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Acknowledgments
First and foremost, I’d like to thank my readers! You guys give me the support and inspiration I need to keep going and doing my thing!
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About the author
T. Steele writes about tortured alphas and the women that bring them to their knees. She's also always drinking coffee to help her keep up with the chatty characters in her brain. Her nicknames are Taytay, Tdawg, Tmoney, and The Chaos Queen.
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