Page 169 of Dirty Dylan: Dirty Dusters

“It has a door. It has a threshold. It’s traditional.”

“It’s slumsville.”

“Would you rather we spend our wedding night at your family home? That was the only other option available to us in this tiny little town. And would you really want your da hearing you scream like a scalded cat every time I fucked you? I reckon, even though we’re now legally married, Lucifer would still try to see me off with a shotgun.”

She snickers. She knows I’m right. Liam O’Brien could easily give old Fergal O’Connell a run for his money in the most insane Irishman stakes.

“Plus, this room holds memories, Mrs. O’Connell.”

“True, Mr. O’Connell.” She snickers again. No doubt, this time at being called by her new title.

Jessie O’Connell.

I place her feet on the floor. It’s the same bedroom as before. The one where we washed off all the Colombian’s blood in the shower. The one where we parted company thinking it would be for the last time. And now here we are. Man and wife.

“Strip.”

She arches an eyebrow at me, watching as I quickly discard my own clothes.

“Unless you want me to rip that dress off to access those hidden delights underneath, I suggest you strip.”

“You wouldn’t dare! This is my mom’s wedding dress.” She pretends to look horrified but she’s anything but.

“I don’t care whose dress it is. Get it off. Now.”

“Are you telling me what to do?” The small smile playing on her lips tells me Jessie O’Connell’s enjoying being told exactly what to do by her new husband.

“That’s precisely what I’m doing, wife. Clothes off, now.”

Unlike her, I’m now naked, and my dick is hard as fuck and raring to go. I start stroking myself as I wait, rubbing the pre-cum around the tip. She watches and licks her lips.

I smirk. “You like watching me fuck my hand, Jessie?”

She nods as she slowly removes her dress. She’s engrossed, her eyes never leaving the visual of me fisting my cock.

“Given that it’s been so long I’d last all of five minutes, I’ll give you a choice. Do you want me to fuck my hand or your mouth before I sink my cock into that little pussy of yours?”

“Your hand.” No hesitation. She’s clearly aroused watching me as her pink nipples are standing to attention, and it’s far from cold in here.

Who am I to decline? Let’s be honest, I’m a pro at jerking myself off.

“So, you want to watch me come, Jessie? Like this?” I stroke my length. She nods and parts her lips. It’s also clear she wants my dick in her mouth.

Having stripped off, she walks across to stand in front of me before sinking to her knees on the threadbare carpet directly in front of my leaking cock.

I’m panting now, stroking harder and faster, my hand sliding effortlessly up and down my slick shaft.

I want to see my seed all over her face and all over those perky tits. I want to shoot my load all over her cupid bow lips, then watch as it drips down her chin. I want her to swallow my cum and then rub the rest into her skin.

I want her to smell of me.

“Open your mouth.”

She does as she’s told, and just the sight of that little pink tongue poking out to catch my seed seals the deal for me.

Hot ropes of cum hit her tongue, face, and tits, the intensity of my release causing my legs to almost give way.

“Fuck.” I grunt as she leans forward and sucks my still pulsing, cum-covered dick into that hot vacuum of a mouth of hers while squeezing my balls and shaft at the same time.

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