Page 60 of Incoming Layne Shift

He turned her around and pressed her back against the altar in what was probably going to be either the most holy of acts or the most unimaginable sin. Feverishly, he kissed her, bringing his body up tight against hers. His hands began bunching up her dress in his hands exposing the lean length of her legs.

She gasped as he made it suddenly clear what his intentions were. If he was willing to go to hell, she would dive off that cliff with him any day of the week. Hell or high water, right? Overcome with desire for him, her hands pulled at the belt of his pants, her fingers going to quick work to open up his pants that were already under tension from his stiff cock.

Layne switched to helping gather all the fabric of her dress for him while Joey pulled his length out of his underwear.

He reached down and hoisted her up, separating her legs to wrap around his waist. “Hold on tight, Layney. I’m going to make sure that with God as my witness, you’re screaming out His name while I fully make you my wife.” Joey sinfully smirked at her as he lodged her back against the altar for support.

Her hands held onto the back of his neck as her breaths grew heavy with anticipation. She leaned over and stole a kiss from him, breaking it for a moment to whisper, “You better make it worth at least ten Hail Marys.” She grinned at him, closing the gap between their lips once again.

Joey growled against her mouth as he lined up and sank himself fully inside of her. Hearing her decadent moan into their kiss, he began to hastily thrust himself inside of her. Every fiber of him needed to feel her cunt clenching around him.

Grasping onto him tightly, Layne moaned out at the movements as he needily shoved his cock into her. His arm tightly wrapped around her waist with his other around her back. He began to lay kisses along her throat with his labored breath heating her skin while he worshiped her body.

Layne’s fingers dug into the back of his neck as he furiously continued to lay his claim on her tight pussy. “God, Joey, yes!” Her body was already hanging by a thread knowing they could be discovered at any moment.

His mouth dragged over the front of her chest, giving a bite to the top of her cleavage that was threatening to spill over the top of her dress. Layne tilted her head back as she panted hard, trying to suck in oxygen between her moans of pleasure.

His gravelly voice spoke against the tops of her mounds, “I never want to forget this moment, Layney. You’ll always be my good girl, no matter what.” He groaned as he felt the swell of his cock began to throb, his release threatening to explode into her.

She cried out as suddenly she was overcome with the surge of pleasure that burst from her core. Right as her body squeezed down around Joey, he shuddered as he drove himself even deeper into her. He yelled out against her neck as he shot his cum far into the depths of her body.

They both remained there in each other’s arms for several minutes. Layne provided him with several delicate kisses as they both tried to find some level of composure. After gathering themselves, they walked back out of the church to the top of the stone steps hand in hand. Layne’s cheeks still flushed from their consummation, her eyes shimmering with boundless love.

Gage was at the curb, leaning back against the side of the limo with his arms crossed in front of his chest shaking his head. He knew that look of satisfaction from a mile away. He muttered to himself with a smirk, “Horny motherfuckers.” He fully intended to get his fill of Layne in the limo on the way to the reception. His cock hardened in his pants imagining her dripping with their cum for the rest of the night.

There were still some guests lingering and chatting on the sidewalk who hadn’t made it back to their vehicles yet. The reception didn’t start for at least another forty-five minutes, leaving everyone a little time to get where they needed to be.

Layne smiled as she used one hand to lift the front of her dress as she began walking down the steps with Joey’s skull-tatted hand firmly holding onto her other. She had never expected to ever be filled with this much love in one lifetime, and she was looking forward to basking in all of it for years to come.

“Hey, Layne!” A voice shouted out to her while she and Joey were midway down the steps. The familiar voice of her brother was recognized before she even saw his face. Liam stepped past a few of the guests, his face full of a deadly cold calm. He raised his hand and at the end of it was a forty-five caliber pistol.

Crack!

Time stood still.

Gage began to push off the side of the limo.

Joey instinctively stepped in front of Layne.

Before there was any time to comprehend what was occurring, Layne felt the impact of the hard stone steps against her back. Joey’s weight was on top of her, his back against her chest. She squirmed underneath him, struggling to get out from his expansive body that had shielded her own.

Liam paused with an evil smirk smeared across his face. He may not have struck his intended target, but he had hit the next best thing. Upon seeing Gage reaching into his jacket for a weapon of his own, Layne’s brother shoved the nearest wedding guest out in front of him before turning and darting down the street. There was no hesitation as Gage took up chase after him.

Squeezing out from underneath Joey, Layne sat on the step as he lay there at her side. His hand clutched onto his chest. Panic rose in Layne’s throat, the stark contrast of red quickly spreading across his white shirt. Joey winced as he gasped for a breath of air.

“Joey! Shit! God—No.” Layne stammered out. Immediately, her hands pulled open his shirt and pulled his hand away from where it was clutching. Blood leaked from a hole in his chest, having torn right through the shamrock tattoo overtop his heart. Instead of inked blood leaking from the design etched into his skin, warm liquid seeped from his body. Her hands pressed down firmly over the wound despite the trembling in her body. It was all pouring out of him so quickly, her hands getting coated.

Tears spilled from her eyes, streaming down her cheeks until they fell off the edge of her face. Layne’s lips quivered as she sobbed out while staring down into the pain-riddled chocolate hues looking back up at her.

“Layne…” His voice trying to provide her some comfort.

She shook her head fiercely. “No, don’t you dare. Don’t you fuckin’ dare. Please.” Layne’s heart went from feeling like it could have burst from happiness now to feeling like it was imploding on itself.

Joey coughed lightly as he raised a hand to her face. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not… It’s not okay… I’m not okay…” Both of her cheeks shone with her flood of tears while her hands held steadfastly on his chest, getting covered in the deep crimson from his body.

He offered up a weak smile to her before swallowing hard at the pain radiating from his chest. It had all been worth it. She had been worth it. Even overcome with grief, Layne’s beauty gave him comfort in those moments.

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