Page 27 of My Dad's Best Friend

Part of me is wishing I was wearing panties, now that my thighs are getting wet.

“You know,” I say, “we’ve still got a couple of hours before we can leave for our honeymoon. I can make this just as hard for you as you’re making it for me.”

A smile creeps across his face, and hunger flashes in his eyes. I know that look. That look makes my nipples go hard every time.

“That’s a couple of hours too long,” he says. “You’re mine now. All mine, and I’m going to remind you just what that means. And you bet your sweet ass I’m hard for you.”

“I might need reminding,” I say. “I kind of got lost during our vows.”

My back is to the party, but his hand moves between us, feeling down my front to my pelvis through my dress. His fingers curve under, pressing on my wet lips and I feel the wetness of my need for him on my inner thighs.

“Do you need me to show you?”

He puts more pressure on my lips, his finger beginning to spread them a little through the fabric. I’m going to need to wash this dress or get changed before I face everyone again.

I nod, whimpering.

“Say it.”

“Conner, show me who I belong to.”

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“Are you sure?”

“No,” I breathe as he begins to rub me. “Show me. Remind me who I belong to.”

He growls, deep in his chest. I don’t need to look down or to press against him to know how hard he is. And oh god how I want him in that instant, his cock to be buried inside of me. He has a way with me that makes me more than weak in the knees. It makes me damn near delirious.

In one easy move, he scoops me up, my legs dangling over his arm as he carries me out of sight. I glance over his shoulder at the guests, at my parents for little baby Jack, to make sure none of them notice.

I ache for him. It’s been a long time since we’ve made love, and not for lack of want. Between planning the wedding and having a small baby, finding time alone has been tricky. But every time, Conner never fails to worship me, to make me feel as desired as our first time together, savoring my taste, and tending to my every want.

We waited for the wedding, not wanting to have the additional stress while I was pregnant, and I certainly didn’t want to fit a dress while I was growing a baby inside me. During my whole pregnancy, Conner was attentive, would read to the baby every night before he would massage my feet and tuck me into bed, holding me close to him all through the night.

But now I don’t want him to hold me. I want him to do exactly as he says remind me who I belong to.

Our wedding was just outside Heron Lake, and while we weren’t honeymooning far, just on the other side of the lake, we certainly weren’t going to make that trek for a quickie. That much I could depend on from Conner.

He take me to the boat house, filled with canoes and kayaks waiting to be used.

“This is a bit public, don’t you think?” I ask.

“That’s what you said about that window in the hotel after our first date,” he says. “You still didn’t mind me pressing you against it and fucking you until you screamed my name.”

I giggle. “That was a little different.”

“It’s our wedding,” he says. “Anyone dumb enough to go snooping around places like these during a wedding deserves to walk in on people.”

“They might like that, you know.”

“Not as much as I’ll like showing them your fucking mine while I bend you over one of these stands of canoes.”

He kisses me, hard, pushing his tongue into my mouth and making me wet. I know the talents of his mouth, intimately, and the things he’s doing to my tongue with his I’ve experienced all over my body.

He lowers me to my feet, his hand already under my dress moving up the inside of my thigh. I spread my legs a little, feeling the cool air on my shaved, wet lips, manicured just for this occasion. He runs the tip of his finger along my slit and my breathing wavers, shuddering with my want for him.

“Do you know how fucking sexy you look in this wedding dress?” he says. “I’m going to put another baby in you, right here, right now.”

He dips his finger toward my opening and pauses. “Fuck your pussy is hot and wet for me. I’m going to dive so deep in there I’m gong to split you in two.”

I curl my fingers into his shirt, holding onto him as I wrap my leg around him. I want his touch, I’m aching for his touch. “Fuck me,” I breathe.

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