Page 11 of Irredeemable

My father adjusts his Rolex before looking at me expectantly. “I didn’t raise my son to be that stupid.”

I bite back the retort that he didn’t raise me at all, not wanting to start that argument with my mother again.

“I guess… my next question would be, are we giving her granny’s ring or something new?”

Sammie

Igrabtheheadrest,holding onto it to keep myself steady as I fall and drop onto his cock. He groans, his mouth sucking on one of my nipples that are pushed out of my dress. The material of his pants rubbed against my thighs with each bounce, and I knew I would have to put on some cream to ease the frictional burn.

“Touch me. Don’t you want me to come on your cock?” I demand, looking down at Rob’s flushed face.

He nods, moving his hands from my waist, under my dress, and above where we’re connected. The touch sends sparks of pleasure throughout me, and I gasp into his ear.

“You know what you should do.”

He groans, his eyes unstraying from the jiggle of my breasts. “What?”

I ride him harder, enjoying the slight swell of his cock as we both near our orgasms. I usually don’t fuck the same man twice, but after Tanner’s public rejection, I needed a sure thing. I’m fucking Summer Sumners; nobody turns me down.

When Sadie and Rob got engaged last year, we had fucked in the bathroom late at night when everyone was too drunk to notice our absence.

If I was going to have a repeat performance, it seemed only right to fuck him on the morning of his wedding. No one would suspect the groom to be getting off with a guest in the limo behind the venue.

“Don’t wash your hands after we’re done. Then, when I know you’re up there, holding your new wife, it will be me all over her.”

Rob hisses, and I jerk when he pinches my clit harshly. “You’re a bitch, you know what.”

I tangle my hand into his dark hair, twisting it to tilt his head back. “Then why are you fucking me?” I grind down onto his lap, trapping his hand as my pussy clenches in, warning him how close I am.

He bites his lips, his brows furrowing. “I don’t know. You must have a gold-plated pussy or something.”

Any other man would have tried to kiss me in this position, but Rob knows the score. His other hand holds onto my hip as he starts bucking into me, pounding his thick dick with deep strokes.

“Come on my cock, you fucking whore,” He grunts out as his swelling shaft starts to pulse, his cum flooding into the condom. My body rocks as I lose my breath from the intense orgasm, waves of euphoria roll through me, and I slump onto his chest.

We stay like that momentarily before I sit up, brushing his sweaty hair off his forehead. I can feel my own sweat slipping down my exposed chest, and I know I will have to freshen up before the ceremony.

I glare down at him, grabbing onto his cheeks and squishing them harshly. “Hope you enjoyed that. I don’t think your wife will appreciate that kind of language in bed tonight.”

Climbing off him, Rob holds onto his cock to keep the condom in place as I fix the top of my dress and scoot down the bench seat. He grabs some towels from the console and cleans himself before tucking his dick inside his pants and zipping them up.

“She wouldn’t, but it won’t matter because I’ll be coming in that pussy raw,” He beams at me.

Rolling my eyes, I focus on pulling on my heels and getting out of the car. “Thanks for the quickie. I’ll see you around. Congrats on finding someone stupid enough to marry you.”

His laughs echo into the chilly air as I shut the door and make my way to the closest restroom. Wiping down the valley of my breasts and armpits, I splash water on my face to cool down. Thankfully, I had brought some of my makeup in my purse to touch up. I reapply my blush and mascara.

Finishing off with some clear lip gloss, I run my fingers through my hair to give it some volume and shake it out over my shoulders. I fix my breasts into place and exhale, knowing it’s going to be a long day. I wondered if I could catch a ride home right after the ceremony.

When I push open the door, I startle at the man leaning on the opposite wall with a deadly smirk. I glower before trying to walk past, but he stops by grabbing my elbow.

“Tell me, Sammie. Did you enjoy that? Fucking someone else’s fiancée?” Tanner asks snidely.

I pull my arm away. “Tremendously. And they signed the papers last night, so technically, he’s already her husband.”

“You feel better now? Healed your bruised ego?” His tongue drags along his bottom lip after he asks the taunting question.

Narrowing my eyes, I laugh mockingly. “You think I fucked him because ofyou? You always have been delusional about us. Though I will admit, I was horny that night. I thought you would be an easy target. Kudos for proving me wrong, it’s nice to know you’re not that desperate for pussy anymore.”

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