Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
"Yes, sir."
"Why are we going there?"
"Because I'm going to make you come hard, and then we can go to our party."
"I can wait."
"No, you can't, so don't lie to me. I bet your cunt is so fucking wet your panties are drenched."
I reach for her and cup her pussy. She’s fucking soaked. "Fine. Take me home and promise to do dirty things to me."
I nod vigorously and then bring out my phone. Quickly, I get Boomer on the phone. "We'll be late. My wife wants to change."
"Okay. See you in two hours?" he suggests, knowing damn well what my plans are.
"Sounds really good to me."
"Enjoy, brother," Boomer says with a chuckle.
****
"Shit,” I mutter, looking at my phone while doing my best not to jostle Jules, who is lying on my chest. We never made it back to the reception, and it’s already two in the morning.
"Sweetheart, wake up."
"What? Oh my God. What time is it?"
"Two-ten."
"We missed our own reception?" she cries out, deep sadness passing across her face.
"I guess so. Fuck, I'm so sorry, Precious."
I grab my phone and see a couple of text messages and voicemails. The last one is from Roxie, with her giggling and tons of background noise. "We're glad you guys are safe. We are all celebrating for you. Have a great honeymoon." There's a low growl. "It's time we go, Sirena,” I hear Emiliano whisper next to the phone. She giggles and then moans again. "Bye! Visit us soon!" my sister shouts before ending the voicemail.
"Oops. I have so many messages from Penny and my aunt and uncle."
"I'm sorry I ruined your special night."
"I don't find it ruined at all. My kitten got her cream, but now that we're all rested, what should we do?"
"As much as I want to drill your pussy, I think it needs a bit of rest. Have you ever been on a motorcycle, wife?"
"No."
"Well, that's fucking really good, because you only ride on my bike."
"Do you usually have women on the back of your bike?"
"Nope. The only one has been Roxie. Do you want to ride with me?"
"At this hour?"
"There won't be anyone out."
"Okay. Sounds fun."
"Let's go, wife. I can’t wait to have you wrapped around me."
"I'm always wrapped around you." She pops off the bed, her bare ass getting all my attention as she goes into the bathroom, completely naked.
"Fuck." I lift the sheet and scold my hard cock. "Now is not the motherfucking time."
I toss the bedding off and storm into the bathroom to wash up. An hour later, we're on my bike, pulling out of my driveway. Her long, slender legs are pressed firmly to my thighs, her tits pebbled and leaving tiny indents in my patch. Jules tightens her hands around my waist as I pick up speed. "Relax, baby."
I love the way she clings to me. We speed through town and ride out of Steeleville toward Paxton. It’s a wonderful night with the warm breeze in our faces. I pull off to stop at a twenty-four-hour gas station. “Late-night snacks?” I ask her.
“Sounds good to me.” We enter the place and there’s a big brute with a woman, but she doesn’t look afraid, so I nod. I remember the guy briefly when shit went down last year with Doc. The guy returns my hello. “I just need a drink.”
She goes into the cooler and pulls out a Snapple while I pick up a Gatorade; with all the fucking we’ve been doing, I need every electrolyte I can get. “Do you want anything else?”
“Sure, I could use a Snickers.”
“Are you hangry?” I tease.
She does her best to frown at me, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Not yet, but I’m getting there.” I bend down and kiss her lips.
“Well, let’s make sure you get fed. I can’t have you getting mad at me before our honeymoon.” It’s a surprise honeymoon that I booked after checking out her Pinterest and Instagram pages with my sister and mother. They’re very sneaky women. Apparently, they’ve been planning it since they learned of the attack.
“Honeymoon? We’re going on a honeymoon?” Jules squeals, her fake anger completely gone as she lights up with happiness.
“Yes, babe. We leave in six hours.” I hand the woman a ten to pay for our snacks.
“Then we better hurry up and get home so we can pack.” The woman behind the counter smiles with joy for Jules as she hands me the change.
“Congratulations to the both of you. When were you married?”
“Today…well, I suppose it was yesterday.”
“That’s wonderful.”
“Thank you.” We hurry out of the shop and stand by my bike while we drink and eat our treats.
“I can’t finish my Snapple.”
“Give me.” I take her drink and slide it into my saddlebag while taking the last bite of her Snickers.
“Hey,” she huffs.
“I’m just making sure I’m not hangry.”