Page 164 of As the World Falls

I chuckle, fisting my cock and stroking it, needing to feel a trace of something so that I didn’t go insane. I needed to be inside her like I needed air to breathe. Being with her, being in her, is the only way I could survive.

“Right out here? With everyone outside the house and in the garden?”

“Yes,” she whines impatiently.

I rub my cock against her pussy, finding it so wet and slick already. I groan, my body feeling like it’s on fire and my nerves in a frenzy. “You’re so dirty, Mrs. Kingston. Let’s make sure you can’t run off again.” I slide my cock up and down her pussy one more time before thrusting inside her completely, not giving her any time to take me in or relax around my length.

She screams as I fill her to the hilt, and my hand flies to her throat, closing around it and squeezing it just enough to mufflethe noise as I savagely slide in and out of her. “No one else gets your screams. They’re mine. You’re all mine now, little wife.”

Her fingers pull painfully at my hair, and I’m impressed she can use that much of her strength with her hands being tied together. Her body jumps each time my cock penetrates her, and I can’t keep my eyes off the way her tits bounce, the way her entire body slowly starts to turn pink with pleasure, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as I fuck her to the very edge of euphoria.

“So—Fucking—Perfect,” I groan as her wet noises get lost in the maze around us.

She cries in ecstasy, and I remove my hand from her throat, letting her take a deeper breath as her need starts to take over completely. Her head falls back against the greenery behind her, and I become feral, watching her on our wedding day getting fucked in the middle of my maze like there’s nowhere else she’d rather be.

I grab under her knees, spreading her legs even further. “Fuckin yes,” I groan, sinking even deeper inside.

“Do it again. Please do it again,” she moans frantically.

I grin, pulling out and slamming into her again at the same angle, hitting so fucking deep. She bites her lip in an attempt to stay quiet. I get lost, watching her spread pussy take my entire cock inside her, hearing the way she loves it so much, and I can barely keep it together.

“Come with me. I can’t hold it any longer.”

Her hands around my neck jerk against me, pulling my eyes to meet hers. “Eyes on me,” she demands.

A feral growl rips from me as I keep my eyes locked with hers, my hips rocking into her frantically as we chase our pleasure. I see it the second she begins to unravel, her pupils dilating and her mouth falling open in a silenced gasp as she comes apart and fights to stay quiet as she does.

Her pussy flutters and sucks me into her, keeping me there as I lose all control, coming with her. She pulls me closer, and I fall into her as we fight to catch our breath. I look down at her, seeing blood coating her bottom lip from biting it so hard. I drop my mouth on hers, kissing her and tasting her pleasure.

She makes a mewling, contented noise as I pull away, and I chuckle at the slap-happy, hazy look in her eyes. “We should probably get back to the party,” I suggest as I release her and begin untying her hands.

“If we must,” she says tiredly.

“You’d stay out here all day, wouldn’t you?”

She smirks, looking over her shoulder at me as she rights her dress. “Doing that? Yes. Just bring me a pillow for after.”

“We have a wedding to finish, babe.”

She walks over to me, her cool hands finding my cheeks and palming them as she looks up at me. “I love you, Mr. Kingston. Let’s finish getting married.”

I kiss her once more. “I love you, Mrs. Kingston.”

“I’m technically not a Mrs. yet.”

“We’ve signed the papers, and I’m pretty sure we just more than consummated the marriage.”

She laughs, taking my hand as we walk back toward the garden. “I guess you’re right.”

Everyone’s voices grow louder as we get closer to the garden, and I stop her just before walking out of the maze. “Shit. Your dress.”

She looks down at it, her eyes widening as she realizes again that it’s ripped and relatively short in the front, leaving nothing to imagine how it came to be. “Shit,” she repeats, looking up at me. “What do we do?”

“Let’s just go out there. Maybe they’ll think it’s supposed to be that way, like a two-piece dress or something.”

“What and I just left the other half in the maze? That doesn’t really help either.”

“It’s a little better than them knowing it’s ripped.”

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