Page 230 of By His Vow
I stand there with my dress covering my legs still, and only wearing a small ivory lace pair of panties and a garter. There were just some traditions I couldn’t ignore, and watching King remove this from my body was one of them.
As he drags his knuckles up my sides, I groan in desperation, my nipples puckering even tighter.
“Beautiful,” he whispers in my ear, making me shudder. “Now turn around. Let me see my wife.”
My stomach knots.
His wife.
Fuck. Why does that make me want to drop to my knees like a good girl who does very, very bad things?
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KINGSTON
My suit feels too small for my body as I stand there staring at my wife in only her sexy panties and garter.
She’s blown me away today in so many different ways. Everything about her has been perfect. From the way she looked as she walked down the aisle toward me, to her desperation for me when I backed her up against the wall in the office, to the way she gazed up at me as I made my speech—a speech that was nowhere near as full of bullshit as I feared it would be when I first thought about having to write it. Every single word I said about my bride was true. Painfully true. And then the way her body moved so perfectly against mine as we danced together only moments ago...
For a fake wedding, it’s been very fucking real.
And as I stand before her now as she bares herself to me, it feels even more authentic than ever.
My heart pounds erratically in my chest, my hands tremble, and my cock throbs.
My need for this woman is growing by the day and I fear that no amount of time, or rounds in bed, will sate it.
“King,” she whispers almost nervously as all I do is stare at her.
Fuck. I’m so fucking enthralled by her right now.
Her breath catches as I take a step forward, my shoes brushing against the billowing fabric of her dress.
The image I painted for her as we danced earlier plays out in my mind, and before I know what I’m doing, I have my hands around her waist and I’m lifting her from the floor.
“Kingston,” she squeals as I launch her onto the bed.
She bounces, her tits jiggling before she settles right in the middle like a fucking offering.
Planting her feet on the comforter beneath her, she spreads her thighs.She’s still wearing her heels, and it’s the first time I’ve seen them thanks to the huge dress. But fuck…they can stay.
“Fuck,” I breathe, my eyes dropping between her legs in favor of the scrap of lace covering her pussy.
“See something you like, husband?” she taunts. There isn’t an ounce of hesitation. She owns her sexuality completely, and fuck if it isn’t the biggest fucking turn-on.
I rub my jaw, doing anything I can to stop myself from jumping on her and taking exactly what I need.
To be fair, I don’t think she’d complain if I did. But she deserves more than a quick but explosive fuck for her wedding night.
It should be the best fucking night of her life.
“Yeah,” I confess, letting my eyes roam over every inch of her before pausing on the garter. “I see a lot that I really fucking like.”
“Seems a little one-sided right now, don’t you think?” she asks before her eyes drop to my fully-clothed body.
“Pretty sure you can see perfectly well what you’re doing to me,” I confess, palming my cock through my pants.
I’m so fucking hard it’s not even funny.