Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Grizz passes me the gift that Ivy and I purchased earlier. It’s not a traditional wedding band. This one clicks twice to lock in place, so it never has to go around his swollen knuckles. He’ll never struggle to put it on or have to worry about it getting stuck on his swollen fingers.
He watches me place it around his finger, and something flickers on Roman’s face. He swallows hard, and I feel all the emotions rising in him. In this moment, we’re the only two people in the world. He sweeps me into his arms, with his hand on my back. He puts his lips on mine, taking me in a possessive kiss.
Gray mutters something about kissing the bride, and I think our little audience chuckles. But I’m too wrapped up in this moment with my man to care what anyone thinks. I married the love of my life, and I have a beautiful future to look forward to with him.
9
ROMAN
“You’re sure you don’t want dinner?” I ask as I carry my bride across the threshold into the honeymoon suite.
“I’m not hungry,” she says, and I can tell by the twinkle in her eye, that she’s hungry for something that isn’t food. The idea sends a bolt of lightning straight to my cock. I set her down gently on the bed and kneel, reaching for the strap of her white sandals. Her toenails are painted a soft pink, and I run my fingers along her arch.
I thought the day I made my first seven figures, I’d finally feel proud of myself, but claiming this woman as my wife was the proudest moment of my life. She makes me want to be a better man, the kind that’s worthy of her.
When she clasped the ring around my finger, something warm started in my chest. I think maybe for the first time in my life, I’m loved. She’s never asked me for anything. She’s always looking out for me. She shows me she cares in a million small ways. This girl is head over heels for me, and I feel the same for her. In fact, I’m not even sure it’s love. I’m not sure a word strong enough has been invented yet for the things I feel for this woman.
She moans as I massage the arch of her foot. She’s everything to me, and I want to spend a long night showing her that.
“Come here.” She gestures for me, and I lean up to place a soft kiss on her lips. I quickly deepen it, unable to resist the feel of her tongue against mine.
She reaches for my belt buckle. But I grab her hands clasping both of them in one of mine. She’s so tiny, which makes me want to protect her more.
“But I want to,” she protests. “It’s not fair. You got to taste me.”
I love the idea of her lips wrapped around my cock, but there’s something more important to focus on first. “I don’t get to feel your pretty little throat until I put a baby in your belly.”
Her eyes darken. “Then it sounds like we need to keep trying.”
“I like the way you think.” I press a kiss to her lips and let my hands rove over her beautiful lace dress. When I called Gray on the phone to arrange this wedding on such short notice, I told him to spare no expense. I explained that my bride would get anything she wanted.
He’d chuckled, as if he was used to getting that demand from his grumpy grooms.
“Buttons on the back,” she tells me and turns around so I can access them. Everything in me is screaming at me to go fast, to move quickly and claim my woman.
But this is her wedding night, and I’m determined to make it good for her. I undo the buttons slowly, one by one, teasing her and letting my fingers ghost along her bare skin. When it’s unbuttoned, I tug it slowly down her arms until it’s pooling at her waist.
I run my thumbs along her nipples and press a kiss to her shoulders. “You’ll be my good girl. You’ll take my big cock and give me lots of babies.”
“Yes,” she breathes out the word and arches into my touch.
I’m already leaking into my dress pants, but I can’t focus on that right now. All I care about is my beautiful woman and pleasing her.
“Stand up.” I help her off the bed and watch the material of her dress drop to her feet, leaving my beautiful woman exposed in a set of white silk lingerie. The tiny pink bow on the waistband drives me wild. There’s already a wet spot on the front of her panties, and it makes my mouth water seeing it.
“Fuck.” I reach for her and remove them. All of her soft curls are damp. More than that, I can smell the sweet scent of her arousal. “I need you on my face tonight.”