Page 60 of Curvy Fake Wife for the Player

“So, we’re doing this for real?”

I nodded. “Oh yeah babe, we are doing this. I’m gonna take you downstairs to our bedroom and fuck you until my name is the only word you remember. But first there’s one wedding tradition you denied me by leaving early.”

“Feeding each other cake?” She giggled.

“We can save that for tomorrow,” I growled.

“Bouquet toss?”

“Fuck that, I’m sending it to Jack’s office first thing in the morning.”

That pulled another laugh from Sasha. “What, then?”

“Removing the garter.” I wiggled my brows and guided her to the sofa. “Did I tell you how stunning you look in this dress?” It was big and puffy and white, showing off every inch of her delicious curves.

Sasha shook her head as my hands slid up her legs, under the skirts of her dress. “It’s nice to hear,” she whispered.

“I’ll make sure to tell you how gorgeous I find you every day of our life together.” I lifted the skirts and dove underneath, taking my time touching her silky smooth legs.

“Alex,” she moaned when my knuckles brushed across her panties. “The garter is lower.”

“Is it here,” I asked and hooked her panties to the side, using my tongue to part her pussy lips.

“Oh,” she moaned again. “Yes, Alex.”

She was wet and delicious, tasting like salted caramel on my tongue as I lapped at her juices and sucked her clit. I wasn’t sure I’d ever have her like this again but now, knowing she was mine completely? I took my time.

“Oh fuck, Alex, babe! Yes!” She jerked her hips and when my tongue slipped inside her wetness, she pulsed around me and rolled her lips. “Alex, please.”

I hooked one finger deep inside of her and curled my tongue around her clit. Seconds later a powerful orgasm shot out of her, making her legs quiver and shake as she rode out her orgasm.

With a satisfied smile, I fixed her panties and kissed my way down her legs, stopping only to tug down the garter belt. When I appeared with her belt in my mouth, the look of love she shot me stole my breath. “Who knew you were such a traditionalist?”

“Not me,” I answered with a smile. “But there is one more to go.”

Sasha frowned when I stood and offered her my hand. “The wedding night?”

“Fuck yeah,” I growled. “But first I have to carry my bride across the threshold.” She squealed and then laughed when I scooped her in my arms.

“Put me down, Alex! Your season starts soon.”

“Hey,” I frowned. “That’s my sexy, curvy wife you’re talking about.”

Her expression softened. “Alex,” she grinned and nipped my earlobe. “If you keep saying sweet things like that, I won’t be responsible for what happens next.” Her tongue traced the shell of my ear and my legs moved faster and faster, desperate to get her naked and beneath me.

“I love you more than I thought I would ever love another person,” I told her honestly. “And it was our sweet Dixie who brought us together.”

Her nostrils flared and heat flashed in her eyes, and the moment we were inside my bedroom, she stripped me down and dropped to her knees.

The sight of my wife taking me in her mouth while she wore her wedding dress? Forever burned into my mind.

And the perfect way to start forever together.

Chapter 32

Epilogue 1

The Honeymoon

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