“You’re so fucking sexy in this dress.” He drops to his knees and runs his hands up my leggings. “Lose these and sit on your husband's face.” He looks good on his knees with his eyes brimming with lust. “Just throw the skirt over my head. I’d wear it like a veil. I’ll be the bride this time.” He rubs me through the material and pulls another moan out of me.
“Bride?” My brain is trying to keep up my body is telling it to shut the fuck up.
“When I marry your pussy.”
“Didn’t you just do that?”
Jagger shakes his head. “That was for you.” He rips the material. I shiver when his fingers connect with my hot, naked slit. “There’s my girl,” he coos. His whiskey eyes spear me. “Want to officiate?”
“You’ve prepared vows?” My question comes out as a squeak.
“Hmm. I’m inspired enough to speak extemporaneously.”
“Damn, I think big words are sexy.”
He grins like the devil. “I’ve heard. Now stop interrupting my ceremony.” His hands grab my upper thighs and lean in eye level to the apex of my legs that’s still covered by my dress. “I Jagger Liam Hanlon promise to fuck you, make you gush, cherish you, break you, and then kiss you until you’re better. As long as you promise to crave me and hold me tight.”
Damn, I’m about to miss my reception.His honey brown eyes connect with mine.
“What’s the next part? Tell me,” he demands.
“Y-you may kiss.”
Jagger lifts my skirt like it’s a veil. His tongue teases my clit then twirls into the hole he made. I think I may pass out from anticipation. I give myself a pep talk to not cry when someone knocks.
“Karessa, darling. No ma’am. You have guests. Let’s go.”
“Moooom!” Even at thirty-one, my whine rivals a teenager’s because this is beyond unfair.
My mom’s laugh makes Jagger chuckle as he moves to the couch on the other side of the room like he’s innocent.
I swing open the door before I can fix my face. “Don’t look at me like that young lady. You’re not too old for a spanking.”
“I told her the same thing Mama LeClaire,” Jagger quips then grins when she gives him the side-eye Esme is known for nowadays.
“Don’t play with me, boy. You two have all night to be freaky. Now, we have a reception.”
Jagger checks out my mom as she walks away. “Gotta love the LeClaire women.”
* * *
Cameras flashas we walk into the ballroom. My earlier embarrassment is overpowered by my desire to get my...I glance at a grinning Jagger...husbandalone. It still hasn’t really hit me that I’m married, not even with the dress or him pulling me close for our first dance. I feel low level trepidation. Not because I’m the center of attention, but because Jagger picked the song. If the wedding march was out of line, I can’t even begin to imagine what he picked for the first dance.
Fetishby Selena Gomez begins to play as he continues to grin. He pulls me close and plants a kiss on my nose but doesn’t begin dancing until the beat kicks in. Of course, he’d pick a song about me being hooked on his body.
“Of all the songs, Jagger,” I whisper as people watch us dance to an unconventional song.
“If I were you I’d do me too,” his response is something from the song.
I giggle because it’s exactly what I want right now. I want him to break the drought or continue what my mom interrupted. No. I want all of the above.
“I should have known better than to allow you to pick the song.”
He leans in my face, teasing me with his scent and nearness. “Too late for that.” He ghosts my lips with his, denying me another taste then nips my ear before whispering, “You’ll get your fix soon.”
He spins me, grabs my hips, and starts dancing behind me, grinding as the rap portion plays. I fall into place, dancing on him although it’s different from what my parents and guests would expect. Jagger is always trying to shake things up. I don’t know if it’s on purpose but it makes me think of the last time he danced behind me and my body tingles. He doesn’t immediately turn me back to him when Selena begins singing, instead he wraps an arm around my waist then grabs my right hand and waves it in the air while he sings the lyrics in my ear.
Jagger’s teasing is going to kill me if my mama doesn’t first. In a normal wedding, the parent dance would be a cute event but Jagger is sore with his parents and I’m still annoyed with Dad.What a Wonderful Worldwas the shortest song I could find without being insulting. I start with my dad and Jagger with his mom. My mom and Jagger’s dad dance together and after a minute we swap. I now have Arthur and Jagger is dancing with my mom while the other parents dance together.
