Page 77 of A Little Naughty

She complies at once, turning so her head rests against the front of my shoulder. My fingers hold the sides of her face, and I pull her mouth to mine.

When the man at the courthouse told me to kiss the bride, I had to hold back out of respect for her friends and the witnesses helping us.

Now I want to kiss my wife properly.

I curl my tongue with hers, and she exhales a little noise that makes my dick pulse once more inside her. I flatten my palm against her stomach, pressing her ass against my pelvis.

“That’s what you do to me,” I speak in her hair, against her ear. “You make me so hard.”

She whimpers, and again I take her lips with mine, sliding my hand from her stomach up to her breasts, lifting and kneading them in my hands.

Our mouths break apart as she moans, and she bites the side of my jaw as I twist her tight nipples with my fingers. We came hard, but this afterglow is blowing my mind.

I reach down again, dragging my fingers under that tiny scrap of fabric covering her bare pussy, and she exhales soft grunts in my ear.

“Are you still coming on my cock?” My mouth is at her shoulder, and I watch her hips rotate in time with my finger circling her clit.

“Yes…” She nods as she moves her hand to grip my ass, pulling me to her.

I exhale a low groan, and she curls her fingers to trace her nails along my thighs. I’m pretty fucking sensitive right now, but when I look down and see her beautiful body in my arms, her head back as her body rotates in time with my hand on her pussy, I can’t stop.

Her nipples are taut little spikes, and she’s so fucking gorgeous. Her hair falls around her shoulders, and I drag my fingers up and down her center until her stomach quivers again, and her lips part with a soft cry.

Her body shakes, and she grips my forearm as she shudders through another orgasm, her pussy spasming around my cock. Her fingers thread in mine as I lift my hand to her stomach, and she turns to face me.

I swallow air at the sight of her. Her blue eyes are darkened, her cheeks are pink from my beard scratching her skin, and her bare breasts rise and fall quickly with her pants.

“You are so fucking beautiful.”

“You were right.” She traces her finger along my jaw, pressing her forehead to my lips. “I like when you spank my ass.”

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“Oh my gosh,this is so delicious.” We’re sitting on the floor in the living room with a white cake between us and two glasses of champagne.

She’s adorable in only my shirt, holding a fork and shaking her head as she takes another big bite of cake. We didn’t even bother with plates. We’re eating it right off the platter.

“I told Cass not to do anything. Can you believe they didn’t listen to me?”

“They love you.” I grin, watching my cute little wife stuff her face.

“They’re welcoming you, too.” Her eyes meet mine, but I’m skeptical. “Seriously, Cass said they would drop their suspicions. Britt in particular said she knows what it’s like to be judged by your family and not your own merits.”

“Yeah.” I’ve pulled on my boxer briefs, and I’m sitting beside her, our legs touching and the fingers of our free hands entwined, stabbing my fork into the white cake and doing my best not to feel guilty.

I am committed to Jemima’s happiness. They’re right to trust me in that aspect.

My eyes land on my mother’s ring on her finger. She’s the kind of girl who should wear it. She’s the kind of girl my mom would have loved. She’s optimistic and kind, and she encourages the best parts of me the way my mom did.

The justice said something about two becoming one during the ceremony, and as I watched her pretty face so nervous and earnest, I could sense it happening. When I’m inside her, and she’s coming in my arms. When I’m holding her, kissing her soft lips, we’re one.

She’s mine.

“I think it’s almond.” Her brow furrows as she continues chattering, taking a sip of champagne and looking up at me. “Isn’t that the traditional wedding cake flavor?”

“Hell if I know.” I exhale a laugh.

Sometimes I think she forgets I wasn’t raised as privileged as she was. Although the crazy questions she asked me when she proposed got me wondering.Would I beat her?That one had me seeing red.

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