“I love it.”She twists in my arms.“My husband has thought of everything.”
“Of course.I told you I would.”I lift her into my arms and carry her out of the ballroom to whoops and hollers.
When we get inside the elevator, I keep her in my arms and kiss her silly.By the time we reach our suite, she’s panting and desperate for me as much as I am for her.
The door closing behind us is loud in the quiet of our heavy breathing.I set her on her feet in front of me in the open-plan living room.Across the room, the blinds are open, the bright Vegas lights shining inside.She stands before me like a beautiful illusion of a goddess.Her gown molds to her upper body, thin straps holding it up.The deep V plunge has an illusion panel, making it look open when it’s not.She turns slightly, giving me a view of the open back.She stole my heart all over again the moment the chapel doors opened and I saw her.
“I know I’ve told you several times tonight, but you are beautiful.You made my heart stop the moment I saw you.”
She smiles softly, her face glowing with joy.“Help me.”She turns, giving me her back.
I lower the hidden zipper, revealing her sheer white panties.The gown falls to the floor.She looks over her shoulder as I kneel behind her, my attention fixed on her thong.Along the waistband is her new name stitched in pink.Mrs.Boseman.I slide them down her legs.My cock was rock hard before, but now it’s demanding I take my wife.
“You like?”she purrs, standing naked in front of me in only her heels.
“I’m keeping these forever.Mine.”I pocket the panties and stand.
I toss my jacket onto a chair, then my shirt.My shoes, belt, and slacks are next to go.Turning her around to face me, I drag my gaze up and down her exquisite body.I lift her up, and she wraps around me like she always does.My cock slides through her wet lips, and we both moan at the contact.
The door to our bedroom is open, with the large bed waiting beyond.I don’t stop until my legs bump the edge.I kiss her, my tongue dominating her mouth, before I lower her to the mattress.She looks up at me with hooded eyes.Her pupils blown wide, her body flushed.
“Up.”I direct her to scoot up the bed as I crawl on behind her.
My cock swings.Her eyes follow the motion as she bites her lip.As soon as she reaches the top of the bed, she opens her legs, waiting for me.
I drop to my stomach with my face at her core and hold her legs open as I lick her from hole to clit.Her hands go to my head, holding me in place when I suck the bundle of nerves into my mouth.I’m not moving until she comes on my tongue.
And I make her do just that.
By the time I rise above her and impale her on my cock, she’s panting and begging for me.I know her body is open and will be ready to take my seed.The more often I do this, the sooner I can get her pregnant, and that’s my next goal.She’s everything to me.I want it so much that spurts of my jizz erupt from my cock at just the thought.
I’m not gentle with her at all.I take her deep and hard, demanding, until she’s writhing and both of us are damp with sweat.The sounds of our bodies slapping together, our moans, her cries, and my grunts are music to my ears.
“Mine,” I chant as my spine tingles.
“Only yours.Forever,” she says, pushing me over the edge.
We come together.I hold her to me as I roll.Her legs flop at my sides, and she sighs against my chest.
“Happy, wife?”
“Yes.”
“I love you,” I tell her as I watch her eyes drift closed.
“I love you too,” she whispers, then I hear her soft snores.
We lie like that, with my cock still inside her for a bit, before I wake her and carry her to the bathroom, where I take her in the tub.
The rest of the week, we spend the days with family and the nights in each other’s arms.By the time we all fly home, Daphne and I are in a wedded bliss that nothing can change.Jethro sent out the announcement the day of the wedding, but the paparazzi didn’t find us until the end of the week.
We land in Nashville to drop off her parents and sister, along with my sister and her kids.Totten has a car waiting for us.
When we pull up to the house, Daphne is exhausted and doesn’t say anything about going back to her condo.The next morning is different, though.
“Darrell, why are all my clothes here?”Daphne hollers from the second closet.
“Because you moved in.”
