Page 31 of Viva Wed Vegas

“Fuck!” I roar as she continues to milk my cock. I release my hold on her legs and lean down, taking her mouth, my tongue slowly caressing hers. I slow until I’m still buried inside of her before breaking the kiss. I look into her vibrant eyes. “You own me. Every fucking part of me,” I confess.

She cups my cheek, a soft smile on her lips. “Well, that’s good, because Casper, without you, I am nothing.” I lean into her touch, kissing her palm. “Is now a good time to tell you I want another baby?” she blurts out.

My body stills, and I look at her in surprise. Not because I don’t want another, but because I thought she didn’t want any more.

“You want another kid?” I ask, wanting and needing her to confirm it. She shifts and looks away, exposing her vulnerability that she tries so hard to keep hidden.

“I think I would,” she admits.

“Look at me,” I demand softly. Her gaze comes to mine. “I would have a million fucking kids with you if it was what you wanted,” I state firmly.

“But what do you want? It’s not just about what I want, but what you want, too,” she counters.

“Then I’d be happy with just the four kids,” I state casually. Her eyes go wide in horror, and I fight to suppress my amusement.

“The only way you will get that many kids out of me is if I were to have triplets,” she states firmly.

“Then let’s just settle for two kids and hope you don’t end up pregnant with triplets,” I state.

She runs her tongue along her bottom lip. “How about we try now?” she suggests seductively as she clenches her walls around me.

I groan as she lifts her hips. As I’m about to answer, a loud banging rattles from the door.

“I’m going to count to ten, and if you two are not dressed and out here to continue your wedding celebrations, then I will come in there and drag you both out here butt naked myself!” Queenie loudly chastises through the door.

I sigh and look at Star, who is trying not to laugh. I press a swift kiss to her mouth before pulling out of her. We both groan at the loss of contact. I would have happily shut ourselves in here for the rest of the night and fucked her on every surface, but I suppose Queenie had a fucking point and that we had better make the effort to attend our own wedding. After that though, I was locking us away in our fucking room, and no one would see us until we were fucking ready.

“So, before Queenie rams her way through that door, do you want to tell me how Jared got you out of jail with no bail?” Star asks.

I zip up my pants and walk over to the other side and grab some paper towels. “He did say that one day if he needed a favour, he would call,” I state before turning back around to see Star standing, her beautiful curvy body on display with my cum coating down her thighs. All thoughts of Jared and how he got me out of jail dissolve from my mind. The sight of her has me fighting every urge to not bend her over the table and fuck her into oblivion. Instead, I walk to her and drop to my knees before her and clean between her legs. I look up at her and see her lips parted, her gaze full of desire once more. I keep my gaze on her as I lean forward and press my mouth over her clit, kissing her. Star gasps, watching me.

“Ten!” Queenie yells through the door, pouring an ice-cold bucket of water over the moment. I rest my head against her lower stomach and exhale an exasperated sigh.

Star threads her fingers through my hair, giving it a sharp tug, forcing me to look up at her. “Party now, eat later.” She winks.

I get to my feet and put the kitchen towels into the trash as Star slides on her wedding dress before I take her hand in mine and we make our way to the door.

I move the chair and swing it open just as Queenie yells. “Nine! Oh,” she says, jumping in surprise. “Well, it’s about time. Everyone is sat ready to eat. They’re waiting for you. Also, you forgot these,” Queenie states, dumping our rings in my palm.

I grin as I slide my plain brushed platinum ring on before grabbing Star’s hand and sliding her simple platinum diamond band on her finger. Star grins as she looks down at her hand.

“Everyone is starving,” Queenie states, continuing to chastise us as we walk.

“Funny, so am I. I was just about to eat until you fucking interrupted,” I quip. Queenie gives me a clip around the ear for that remark. “Ow, shit!” I hiss.

“Serves you right,” Queenie tuts.

We walk back outside, but instead of turning left back to the ceremony, Queenie leads us right to where white linen tables are all set up with flowers and candles.

“Hurray!” everyone cheers. I flip them off as we take our seats in front of everyone. It’s all feeling a little too formal for what we are used to.

Everyone eats and drinks, and I catch Star in a heated discussion with Maggie. I frown, wondering what the fuck that is all about. Suddenly, Maggie stands and reaches over from a mic stand that had been placed there for what fucking reason; I didn’t know. She coughs into it and pats the end, making the speakers screech, causing everyone to wince and cover their ears.

“Testing, testing,” she says into the mic. We all look at her in confusion.

“Princess, what are you doing?” Cash asks, looking bemused.

Star gives her a nudge in encouragement. “Darlin’?” I whisper in her ear.

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