Barely ten seconds later, Kemper races around the corner. “Who died??”
“No one yet, but Luthor is going to kill me.”
My face is breaking in half as I text the group.
Me: Hey Luth I just invited our friends we had that orgy with that time to your wedding, is that cool with you dawg?
Of course Kellan gets the text too. When he reads it, his eyes bug out of his head.
“Dear God, you’re a menace,” he cackles.
Luthor: what in the name of all that is FUCK?!?!?
Ren: Bitch. YES. This wedding is gonna be a major rager!
Byron: I always kinda suspected your wedding would turn into an orgy so this tracks.
Luthor: I give up.
Kemper wraps his arms around my waist from behind, kissing my neck while he rumbles his sexy little chuckles into me. “You’re mucho loco, husband, and I’m here for every minute of it.”
Grinning, I bite my lip as I grind my ass against his crotch, and pout, “Baby, I’m leaving in a few days… We’ll be apart for like a week.”
“Mmm… what am I gonna do without you here being all beautiful and sexy and distracting?”
“Probably get a lot of work done,” I chirp. “And jerk off.”
He snorts, biting my shoulder. “Jerking off doesn’t work anymore.”
“Oh no, is your dick broken?” I tease, and he growls.
“No, fresh thing.” He grabs a rough fistful of my ass, squeezing until I squeak. “I’m saying it doesn’t compare to the feeling of pumping into that sweet, tight body…”
“Fuck…” I whisper, breathless and dizzy.
“Maybe I should fill you up—I mean, get my fill of you while I still can,” he rasps, toying with my earlobe between his lips.
“God, yes… Breed me, Officer,” I purr when his hands slips into my pants.
“You want me to fuck that sweet spot ’til you’re coming all over yourself, Luscious?”
“Mmff… Yes, please.”
“Good boy.” He wraps his fist around my thickening shaft, stroking slow, but tight. “You gonna be quiet so the crew doesn’t hear?”
“Probably not…” I croon, and he chuckles.
“It’s okay. I can always stuff your sexy little panties in your mouth.”
“Fffuck,Kemper…”
I’m naked before the garage door is even closed all the way.
And my husband is lubing up his big cock, drilling it into me deep. Fucking me against my work bench, all the tools clanging around inside with his fierce thrusts.
Barely ten minutes later, and I’m ready to blow.
“Fucking come for me, husband,” he pants. “Squeeze on it…fuuck, baby, just like that.”
