Page 127 of Wedlocked
He didn’t make me wait but lined himself up and claimed me with a single thrust. My mouth fell open, but no sound came out. He pulled out and plunged back in again, the drag of his rigid cock through my channel making me moan.
Dropping his hands on either side of my body, he changed position and began fucking into me with a near-perfect rhythm. My hands slapped onto his biceps, the muscles bulging against my palms as he hammered into my prostate until my eyes rolled back in my head.
Between us, my dick was rock hard again, proving I was definitely wound up and needed the release only he could give. I moved with each thrust, pushing down on him, trying to give as good as I got.
“Oh no,” he rumbled, grabbing my hip to still my movements. “Not tonight, you don’t,” he ordered. “Your job is to lie there and take everything I give you. Can you do that for me?” he asked, wrapping his fist around my cock.
I nodded, letting him take over, and my world condensed to only the place where his body and mine connected and how he plunged deeper inside me with every thrust.
I whined and whimpered, my body quivering at the precipice, ready to fall headfirst into blind pleasure.
Above me, Arsen groaned and panted, thrusting so deep I could feel his lower body straining with effort. “That’s it,” he ground out, “right there.” His thrusts turned sloppy, and his palm pressed down on my belly like he was feeling for his dick.His lower body arched into mine, and his head tipped back, a long, low moan filling the room.
The second I felt his hot seed splash my insides, my body spasmed around his, clenching tight as another orgasm rippled through me.
When both of us came down, we were breathing heavy, and I was pinned beneath Arsen’s boneless form. I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him close and looping my ankle around his.
He stirred, lifting his face to kiss my shoulder and then my neck.
“I love you,” he whispered against my ear.
“I love you,” I whispered back.
“Who needs a rehearsal dinner or a bachelor party when you can just have that?” he mused.
I laughed low. “That’s definitely better than anything else we did today.”
Arsen pulled back, caging me with his arms and body. “I’m sorry I let it get that bad. I should have pulled you into a room, made time to?—”
I put my hands over his lips. “It’s not all on you. I should have spoken up.”
He kissed my fingers, and my smile turned into a grimace as he pulled out of my body. He stayed between my legs, though, leaning over to grab the pink plug.
“What are you doing?” I asked, watching him add some lube to the glass.
“I want you full of my cum when I marry you, baby. And after, I want right back inside you.”
I blinked. “Wh—ungh.” The question turned into a low grunt when he pushed the end of the plug into me.
Concerned, he looked up. “Are you sore? You want me to take it out?”
“It’s cold,” I complained.
He smiled and twirled it around a little. “It’ll warm up.”
Once it was nestled between my cheeks, he sat back to admire it. “Fucking beautiful.”
“You said you want me full when we get married.” I started, trying to catch up to what he said before.
He nodded and slid off the bed, disappearing into the bathroom before I could say anything else. He came back moments later with a warm cloth to clean me up. After wiping up my thighs and cock, he handed me the cloth so I could do my stomach.
“I’ll go wake everyone. Put on some pajamas, baby. But they better be mine.”
“What?”
“Good thing Dad brought extra paperwork and a marriage license. I’ll have him bring it in here.”
Wait. My eyes nearly fell out of my head. “You want to get marriednow?”