I placed my hands on her upper thighs and pushed her legs further apart, making room to slip between them and then inside her. My cock hovered at her entrance and then I stared as I entered her.
Hope groaned as I pushed through her folds and seated myself fully. I closed my eyes, giving myself enough time to adjust. This had to be perfect.
“I’ll never tire of fucking you. I love it when you’re all around me. You’re so tight.” I splattered out a bunch of words and promises as I moved.
Hope’s hands found my forearms, and she held on, raising her hips with each of my thrusts.
I pushed my hands under her ass and then held her up, putting us into a position that made her scream twice earlier. Her nails dug into my arms with the movement.
“Shit, that is so good,” she said.
“I know, babe.” And I did because every second with her was better than the last.
My knees slipped against the soft sheets, and I let the tips of my fingernails trail down her chest and over her nipples. Goosebumps rose on her arms, and Hope arched forward as my fingers hit her belly button and then returned higher again.
Her tits bounced as my thrusts picked up speed. My balls tightened, the orgasm drawing closer, but I wouldn’t let myself fall over the cliff without her. I’d always have her right with me.
I squeezed her ass with one hand and then lowered my other hand to her clit and pushed hard against it with deep circles. My hips moved in the opposite direction and Hope’s cunt latched on to my dick. I bit my bottom lip, pushed inside her harder, and watched as she crumbled around me.
“Chance,” she shouted with a dry and gravelly voice.
“That’s it, babe,” I said as my orgasm hit me hard in the chest and exploded from me.
With my last piece of energy, I rolled to the side and flopped down from her, removing the condom and tossing it in the trash beside the bed.
“We’re going to need more condoms,” Hope said, not even opening her eyes as she rolled over and cuddled into my waiting arms.
I tucked my head back in her hair, taking in the coconut smell of her shampoo. “This time I’ll buy the big pack.”
5
HOPE
The shimmery tiered lace of my wedding dress floated through my fingers. Someone had delicately embroidered roses in the dress from mid-thigh, up past the waist, and then thicker around the chest, covering any exposed parts.
It was a dream dress. And thankfully, because of the chapel in Vegas, only one hundred dollars to rent for the entire duration of our wedding. It would have set me back thousands if I’d bought it for a regular wedding.
Getting married in Vegas wasn’t the wedding I’d expected, but it was turning out to be a wedding of my dreams. The bouquet of pink peonies and white roses sat on the table beside the long mirror where I studied the dress. I couldn’t have planned anything as nice as this.
I trailed my finger over a rose petal as the assistant finished zipping me up. “This is definitely the one.”
The assistant nodded. “It’s gorgeous. If you want to keep the flowers, I can add them to the bill.”
I stared at the bouquet. “I don’t think they’d make it home.”
The blonde assistant twisted back her hair and adjusted the dress at my front, making my breasts look great. I’d never had such exceptional cleavage. I wanted to wear this dress everywhere. “We have a package where we’re dry them for you and put them in an arrangement.”
“Yeah, let’s do that.” I couldn’t take the dress with me, but the flowers were a happy second.
I’d only get married once, and I wanted to have as many memories as possible.
“Okay, I’ll write it up. You’re about five minutes out from the start of the ceremony. Would you like anything else? Jewelry or different shoes?”
I kicked out my tennis shoes from under the fluffy dress. “No, I’m good. Thanks.”
“Okay, I’ll be back to get you in a few minutes.”
I waited until she left and did a spin by the mirror, tripping on a piece of the wedding gown and almost pitching forward. “Shit.”
