“For someone whose cock is dangerously close to my face, you’re playing fast and loose with the bad wedding-planning ideas!” she teased.
“What are you going to do, bite me?” I asked, then sucked in a breath when she grinned dangerously. Her hands were still at my belt, and she moved one down slowly.
“What happened to this being a bad idea?” I murmured.
Avery licked her lips. “We’re not having sex. I just want to see your cock. I didn’t get to see it properly last night or this morning, and I feel like I should at least see what model of car I’m buying before I sign the loan paperwork.”
My pants were uncomfortably tight. My dick was thinking that was a totally rational and even desirable idea. Avery undid my belt, every motion shooting straight through my dick. It fell to the floor, and Avery slowly eased down the zipper, her breath hot against my crotch. She pulled the boxer briefs down and ran her tongue down the long length of my cock, flicking it out at the tip.
“Yeah,” she purred, “I definitely want to ride that. You got any more condoms in your wallet?”
“I may have replenished. I thought you might throw your no-sex rule out the window again.”
“This is same-day sex. It’s like a cheat day,” she told me, rising up on her knees on the couch and slipping her panties off from under her skirt. “For example, if you’re on a diet but you eat ice cream for breakfast, you might as well have pizza and chocolate lava cake for dinner, because the day is already shot.”
I was breathing hard as she took off her shirt. I reached for her.
“Uh-uh. If this is my last time, I want it to count,” she said.
“Bed?” I asked.
“Sit on the couch.”
I did as ordered, pulling my shirt off then lounging on the couch. Avery straddled me, her back facing me. I unhooked her bra, throwing it to the floor then cupping her tits, pinching her nipples hard between my fingers. Avery wiggled, then her hot, wet pussy was on my bare cock.
I cursed as she rocked her hips slowly. My cock wasn’t in her; she was just teasing me with her pussy. I kissed her sloppily where her jaw and neck met.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” I murmured, and she twitched her hips again.
I unwrapped the condom and rolled it onto my cock. I eased Avery up then slid her down, my thick, hard length filling her. She moaned, throwing her head back, her full tits high in the air as she rode my cock. I hitched her skirt up further, running my hand over her hips, squeezing her ass.
I gripped her waist tighter then angled back on the couch so I could thrust up into her. She moaned loudly, and I increased the rhythm. Her tits bounced as I fucked her, making her feel every inch of my thick cock thrusting up into her. The moans turned into little gasps. I wasn’t touching her clit, preferring to keep her on the edge of pleasure as I took her. Her legs trembled, and her knees tightened against my thighs as she came, her breath a high-pitched moan. I continued to thrust into her, drawing out her pleasure. I kissed her neck as I came, shuddering, inside her.
I kissed her neck. “If I can have this every day, I am all for marriage, and I don’t care what you’re wearing.”
48
Avery
“This wedding is a disaster. My fake relationship is a disaster,” I groaned as soon as I saw my friends at the restaurant. The last few days had been spent catching up on work and trying to recover from the engagement party. I also had to psych myself up for the bridal shower, which was next weekend.
“At least your friends aren’t a disaster,” Shirley said to me. “And Edward has good news!”
“I have an appointment booked at a bridal boutique that sells Weddings in the City dresses. Met a guy on Grindr who does alterations for them,” Edward bragged. “He’s friends with one of the designers and scored us an appointment. He says this time of year, they have a lot of samples they’re trying to move to make way for the new collection. You should be able to find a wedding dress.”
“Oh my god,” I moaned. “I have the worst news. But I need a drink first.”
We settled at the table in the restaurant. The server, bless her, brought out our craft cocktails and truffle-parmesan fries in record time. I stuffed a handful into my mouth then held out my phone. My friends looked at the picture.
“Why are you wearing a Halloween costume?” Edward asked after a moment.
“That’s my wedding dress!”
“Uh, no,” Shirley said. “No. That’s not acceptable.”
I stared at the fries dejectedly. “It was my grandmother’s dress. She wanted me to wear it.”
“You could have said no!” Edward yelled.
