Page 60 of No Redemption

“You said a taste. You’re going to wrinkle my dress.”

“Are you denying me?” I hold my cock in my hand, stroking myself slowly.

“Are you forcing me?” She crooks her brow, a mischievous grin on her face.

“Yes.” I grab her waist, lining her entrance up to my cock before sliding her down my length in one rough, forceful motion. “I want my wife standing next to me with my cum dripping from her cunt.”

“Oh.” She grips my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin through the shirt.

“Does it hurt, baby?”

“Yes,” she moans as I lift her up and slide her back down.

“Good, I want you to feel where I’ve been the rest of the day.” I lift my hips up to meet her as I help her slide up and down my length. “I want you reminded every time you move, every time you breathe that I’ve been inside you, that you belong to me. Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” The strap of her dress has fallen down her arm, revealing her bare breast. I lean forward, taking her nipple in my mouth and biting down hard before I suck. “Yes, oh yes, Mads.” Her head falls back and I pull her dress down, revealing the other breast to repeat the process.

“I want you marked by my teeth. I want my saliva and cum dripping from you. I want my fingerprints bruised into your flesh.”

“What will people say when they see me?” She winces.

I wrap my hand around her throat tightly, a slight gasp tumbling from her lips. “Tell them daddy likes it rough.”

I can barely grit the words out as my balls tighten, my load seconds away from exploding inside her. “Together.” I groan just as she lets go, coming on my cock while she milks every last drop from me.

A knock sounds on the hotel room door followed by Foster’s voice. “The entire hotel room can hear you freaks. It’s your wedding day, for fuck’s sake!”

“Shit.” I laugh, helping Emery to a standing position. She holds her dress away from her, her legs still spread.

“You better not have ruined my dress.” She giggles after I hop up, stuffing my cock back in my pants and grabbing a washcloth from the bathroom. I slide it between her thighs, pressing gently.

“I promise if I did, I’ll make it up to you.” I kiss the tip of her nose, helping her put her dress back in place before cleaning myself up.

We both pause when we reach the door. “Are you ready to be my wife?”

“Absolutely.” She smiles, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“Hurry the fuck up, we’re tired of waiting,” Foster says on the other side of the door.

“Okay, let’s go get married then.”

The ceremony is short and simple, just the way we wanted it. Afterward, she and I walk down to the water, the soft breeze of the evening air whipping around us. I pull her body toward me, wrapping my arms around her as we sway.

“Look at me, Emery.” She lifts her cheek from my shoulder, her eyes soft and warm as she stares up at me. “You are my world, baby, my everything. I know that nothing can make up for what I did, what I put you through in life, but I promise you right here, right now, I will spend every second of the rest of my life trying to make it up to you. Making you feel safe and loved and cherished.” I press our foreheads together.

“You are my other half, my soulmate. I never knew I could feel love like this. I truly understand what it means to be loved and to love unconditionally. Thank you,” she whispers softly, “for saving me.”

“Nothing but death will tear you from me, Emery, and even after death, I will find you. In this life and the next, you and I will always find our way back to each other. You are mine, forever.”

“Yours,” she repeats, her hand over my heart. “Forever.”

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EMERY

“Let’s just move here.” I close my eyes, my body gently swaying in the hammock on the lanai that overlooks the beach down below. Our honeymoon has been magical. Day after day of endless sun and ocean breezes.

“We can stay for as long as you like.” Mads leans against a pillar, smiling at me. “I happen to know the owner of this house and he said that you can have it if you want.”

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