Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Sugar looks out the window. “It’s a clear spring day, not a dark cloud in sight. If even rain happens, I’ll eat my hat.”
“You’re not wearing a hat though,” Cookie smirks.
“I’ll eat someone’s hat. It isn’t going to rain, and that’s that.”
The sunshine keeps on, and isn't replaced by any sudden storms, despite my worries.
The barn, despite being just a barn, is well decorated, and the wedding superbly catered. My grandmother insisted on paying for everything as long as I’m certain Hood is the one. She spares no expense, even completely paying for our honeymoon and a nice little housewarming gift. She’s right there, sitting on my side of the aisle, as I begin my walk down it for the ceremony.
My heart pounds as I do so. Fears are still strong. Maybe the barn will collapse. Maybe I’m a fool and this is some cruel and bizarre prank show that’s been waiting months for the payoff.
No. Hood is there waiting for me, beaming, the happiest son of a bitch on the planet, as he constantly puts it. I don’t know why, his mother seems like quite the lovely woman.
All my worries are absurd. Hood and I are perfect for one another. We’re sharing laughs all the time, love the same types of music, movies, and almost even agreeing on what the best pizza toppings are. Not even beginning to mention the bedroom. How our libidos match, how exploratory do we want to get, and... I think the picture is pretty clear. I love him, and he’s head over heels for me.
“I do,” I say without hesitation when asked.
“I do.” Hood matches my enthusiasm.
The kiss then comes, and fuck if it isn’t as marvelous as that first kiss I stole from him when we first met.
When the kiss breaks, he whispers into my ear.
“You’re so fucking hot right now. I’m fucking you as soon as I can, gorgeous.”
I blush, looking over at the priest, who may well have overheard, as he blinks with a bit of surprise.
It can’t be the first time he’s heard such a thing, even if it’s a tad inappropriate for the setting we’re in.
The love I feel is something I hope everyone in the world feels one day.
My smile curls automatically as my eyes open into my hotel room, the only light being the sunshine pouring in.
A building pleasure takes over me, making me moan, filling my imagination with images of Hood between my legs, licking and sucking, his beard tickling my thighs, and him looking up at me with glee.
My imagination isn’t that far off from reality.
I giggle, as I raise my hand, the glint of the diamond ring on my finger bringing a smile to my face.
He’s down there, giving me a warm awakening, and I run my hands through his hair. The bliss spreading through me continues to build, but soon he stops, and I shoot him a scornful glare. “What’s the big idea?”
“I saw your smile. Now I have to fuck you, gorgeous.”
What logic, but I can’t disagree with him. He moves over the top of me, him as naked as I am, because we did just this the night before, embracing one another nonstop ever since we’ve met. He’s always so rock hard for me, to the point where I wonder if it is uncomfortable for him.
Regardless, I’m going to help him out with that. I grab his cock, and help guide him into my warm, inviting pussy, feeling him penetrate me, my sex enveloping his so completely. I’m gasping with delight as he fills me so completely.
Everything about our trysts is so damn magical. Flesh against flesh, we’re consumed with one another, goosebumps forming all over my form, my body so hungry for him.
He starts a steady rhythm, but it never stays slow for long. I’m bucking into him, urging him to take me harder, to take me faster. Our lips locked, our bodies stuck in a wonderful embrace, we’re perfectly in concert. We’ve learned what the other one wants. How he likes my fingers clawing down his back, how I like him to suck on my tits with every thrust, how we’re both okay with a little hair pulling.
It’s not wild, mad lust anymore. It’s just love. An intense desire to please one another, to fulfill our promise to never disappoint one another and be wildly eager to make one another cum in the most toe curling ways possible.
The electricity within me becomes more chaotic, more fierce. He folds me up like an accordion and fucking me harder, deeper, and faster. I cry out louder and louder, leading my praises of him ring out through the window, and not caring if the world listens in on us.
We’re not long for the inevitable but oh so delightful conclusion. My entire body quivers around him in orgasm, and I go a bit hoarse from the loudness of my moans. Him right here with me and seeing that I’m more than satisfied, he pulls out, and unleashes his seed all over me, the hot explosion landing on my tits, making quite the mess out of me.