Page 15 of Cream Pie

Chapter 5

Amy

“Okay,a little to the right please, best man?”

I turn to watch as Javier shuffles to the left for the snippety photographer.

“No, my right!” The woman huffs. Javier scowls and reshuffles, and I grin. He glances over and sees me laughing and flashes me a sarcastic smile back before turning to the camera.

And yet, I keep looking at him. My eyes slide over his perfect jawline and linger at those kissable lips. I bite my own, raking my teeth over it as I remember every single sordid, toe-curling, panty-melting detail of last night. The way he danced, the way he growled in my ear. The way he touched me and kissed me. The way he pulled my clothes off and ran his mouth over every inch of my body.

The way my legs wrapped around him, and the way I eagerly let him slide that huge cock inside of me, making me moan over and over until I came all over him.

I blush, feeling my panties growing wetter and my nipples hardening under my dress. I squeeze my thighs together, my eyes dropping down to the front of Javier’s dress pants, imagining the big dick I know lies underneath—

“Hello! Earth to maid of honor!” The photographer barks. Javier’s eyes snap to mine, and he grins as he realizes I was staring at him.

My face burns fiercely, and I quickly turn back to glare at the photographer before anyone else realizes where I was staring. She clicks a few more shots and has us all reshuffle around a few more times before she nods.

“Right, I think that’s all the group shots. I already got the lovely couple, and I’ll get some more of the extended family up at cocktail hour.” She smiles as her eyes land on me. “You know what would be sweet? A few with you and your dad.”

I smile, and my dad turns to grin at me. “Perfect. Yeah let’s get some of those.”

Kendall lingers, but everyone else starts to disperse. The photographer clears her throat though.

“Wait, best man. Stick around. After these two, I’ll get some of you and the maid of honor here.”

I frown. “Oh, I don’t think that’s—”

“Oh, that’ll be adorable, Amy!” Kendall beams. “Besides, you two look cute together.”

I blush furiously, and Javier quickly looks at his phone like it’s a pressing matter. My dad growls.

“Agree to disagree,” he grumbles.

Kendall laughs and kisses his cheek before she steps away. The photographer puts me next to my dad and starts snapping away, and a few minutes later, she beams. “Wow, I got some really nice ones.”

“We’re all good?” Dad says pleadingly. I look at Kendall and snort, both of us knowing he’s definitely thinking about the cocktail hour reception currently going on before dinner and dancing.

“All good, sir!” the photographer smiles. “But, yeah, you,” she points at me. “And you,” she nods at Javier. “Let’s get a few with the two of you, okay?”

Dad smiles and gives me a hug before turning and slapping Javier on the shoulder. “I’ll have a single malt with your name on it waiting for you, man.”

Javier smiles weakly, his eyes sliding over to me as his jaw tightens. Dad and Kendall head off to the reception, and then it’s just he and I and the photographer.

“Right, how about you stand in front of him… perfect, like that. Now, Javier is it? Wonderful. Arms around her please? No, touching her.” She sighs. “No, right on her hips. Perfect, just like that!”

I shiver as Javier’s hands settle on my waist and slide down to rest on my hips. His grip is firm, and instantly, all I can think about is this morning, where he grabbed me like this and fucking me so hard and deep against the vanity with that perfect cock. I bite my lip, feeling the flush tease through me and squeezing my thighs again at the heat that pools between them.

“We still need to talk,” he growls into my ear.

“I don’t see what about.”

A growl rumbles in his throat.

“You know what about.”

“No idea what you’re talking about,” I throw back. “Now smile for the camera.”

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