I’m trying not to come on the spot just looking at her. “Well, seeing as you’re two hours away from marrying your first everboyfriend, I’d say picking the first dress you try on is pretty damn perfect.”
She smiles at herself in the mirror. Does a little twirl that makes the hem lift, and my hand tightens around myself. But when her eyes find mine in the reflection, the softness evaporates.
Game back on.
I hold out my free hand and motion for her to come to me.
She takes a step.
“On your knees, city girl,” I tell her, pointing at the wooden floor.
I watch her breath hitch. Her eyes blow wide. But she doesn’t defy me.
She drops.
“Remember what I said was next?” I ask, watching every movement she makes.
She nods, licking her lips.
“If you want my dick, firefly, you crawl to me.”
She presses her hand flat against her chest. Her cheeks are flushed. Her eyes are dark.
“If you’re as desperate to be fucked as I think you are, you’ll get on all fours and do as I say.”
“I’m not a pet,” she snaps back.
I tilt my head.
“No. You’re about to be my wife. And you want my cock filling you up nice and deep. You want my mouth all over you. My hands everywhere. You want my tongue on your aching pussy. My fingers in your ass.” I hold her stare. “You’re not a pet. You’re my incredibly horny girl who’s going to crawl to her equally desperate cowboy.”
“Fuck,” she hisses. And then she places her hands on the floor.
In the mirror behind her, I catch the view—her perfectly reddened ass framed by the white dress, her back arched, her hair falling over one shoulder.
“My good fuckin’ girl,” I drawl.
Time slows. Every movement she makes makes my dick ache—the sway of her hips, the way her eyes don’t leave mine, not even for a second, like she’s daring me to break first.
Just before she reaches me, I slide off the chair onto my knees. Right in front of her. Eye level. Breathing the same air.
I don’t speak. I just grab her by the throat and pull her in for a kiss. A desperate one. The kind that’s all teeth and tongue and a man who has completely lost the ability to pretend he’s in control. My fingers slip between her thighs, and she nudges her legs open wider for me. Letting me in. Letting me claim what’s already mine.
“Stand up. Leg on the chair and ride my face, pretty girl.”
She doesn’t hesitate. She’s on her feet and in position before I’ve finished the sentence. I stay on my knees, running my hands all the way up her soft legs, feeling the goosebumps rise under my palms.
I rip her panties off in one sharp movement and dip my head beneath her wedding dress. With both hands gripping her ass, I devour her. Every last drop. Every moan that slips from her lips feeds something primal in me that I’ve stopped trying to control.
All mine.
And when she’s right on the edge. Trembling, gasping, her fingers twisted in my hair, I stand.
A yelp escapes her as I bend her over the chair. And I fuck her. Hard and fast and so fucking desperately that neither of us is going to last. Spurred on by the way she moans my name. By the way she clenches around me like she’s trying to keep me inside her forever. By her nails clawing at the velvet on the chair.
“Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Yes!” I roar as I spill inside her.
Her body shakes around me as she reaches her own release. It’s exactly as I asked her to. Loud, unashamed, all fuckin’ mine.