Page 78 of Game Face

“Are you sure we need to take group photosnow?” he whispers in my ear, his body behind mine, his hand sweeping the hair from my neck. Our photographer just left to gather everyone.

I giggle. “I am pretty sure if we don’t take photos with your mother and mine, they will disown us.”

“Mmm, probably true. But what if?—”

His hands begin to gather the back of my dress, and my breath hitches as I stand in the middle of the small bridge crossing the wash. It’s the perfect desert landscape, the greenery rich, the desert blossoms a deep violet and orange. This old bridge serves no purpose; the wash barely holds water except when it storms. But I always wanted photos done here. I thought it would be my college graduation pictures, but this—this is better. It’s also a little private.

“With Rose and Buck having to take the motorized cart, we’ll hear anyone coming. And I just have to know what you look like under here,” he says in a husky voice that only comes out when he is really—oh.I swallow as my hand finds his hard cock pushing against his jeans.

“You have to be fast,” I warn as he drops to his knees and presses his mouth against my ass cheek. His hand flicks the white satin garter belt against my thigh before he takes a small nip of my skin.

“This is happening,” he says, pulling my dress up as he stands. I hear his zipper lower, and I lean forward against wooden rail, now needing this as badly as he does.

“I can’t believe I get to fuck my wife now,” he moans, sliding my lace panties to one side and pressing the tip of his cock into me.

“Your wife really needs to be fucked,” I whimper, my eyes fighting to stay focused on the trail ahead and the tents and party in the distance.

“Spread your legs,” he orders, and my devilish grin comes out to play.

I’ve missed being wild with him, being rough and sweet all at once. We’ve had sex as I’ve healed, but he’s always been so cautious with me, as though afraid to hurt me. When I told him I want our wedding night to be all of the things, I was afraid he’d still hold back. But now, it seems I may need to hold him back. But not now. Definitely not now.

I widen my stance and bend forward more, arching my back as much as I can as he pushes his cock inside of me.

“I own this pussy,” he says, his dirty talk in my top ten favorite Wyatt Stone characteristics.

“You do,” I moan as he slides all the way out. I cry, needing him back inside, and he delivers with a hard thrust that pushes my belly into the railing.

We’re on a tight schedule, and he wastes zero time, picking up his pace and pumping his hips as his dick slides in and out of my soaking wet pussy. He leans forward, his chest covering my back as he reaches his hand around the front and gathers my dress up even more. His fingers find my clit, rubbing circles against the swollen wet skin while he fills me from behind. The tension builds just as I hear the first rumble of the cart hitting the trail in the distance.

"People are starting to arrive, Wyatt."

"Well, then, I guess you're going to have to come faster."

His hand presses harder as his cock sinks deeper, and I cover my mouth as the first wave hits me and renders my entire body numb. Wyatt’s hands grip my hips, pulling me back into him with each thrust as he orgasms and fills me completely. His cum soak my panties as he slides them back in place.

“You’ll know I was there all night,” he says, biting the edge of my ear, then kissing my neck as he zips up and buckles his belt.

We straighten my dress, and I pace a little, mostly to get the blush that I know is heating my cheeks under control. Tasha is the first to arrive, and she eyes me skeptically—or maybe I simply feel guilty.

We start with the family photos, then peel away one at a time to take pictures with our separate families and then with all of us together. I love that Wyatt and I are always at the center. I love that we’re surrounded by love. But more than anything, I love that we have a lifetime to look forward to. So many days of food, friends, dancing, and dirty little secrets out in the desert where I’m just Peyton, and he’s Wyatt, the boy who will always own all of me.

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