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He fucked my ass so hard that I screamed, and before I could even begin to fight it, my orgasm crashed over me.

Pain.

Pleasure.

Everything all at once exploded in a fiery display of passion so strong that my eyes watered. I screamed until my voice went hoarse, and then I screamed some more. Aidan’s fingers on my clit were ruthless, forcing every moment of my pleasure from my quivering body that he could.

My soul ruptured, tearing into pieces as I broke apart all over his cock.

My hips rolled as my body took control. He rode me hard through every last second of that orgasm before he erupted inside me with a fierce roar. A blazing hot string of come marked deep inside my ass, followed by another, and another. Each spurt of his seed burned, but I came even harder because of it.

He thrust all the way inside of me to the hilt, fucking his come into my bottom as far as it would go.

I was so full, and it was perfect.

“Did you learn your lesson, princess?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I breathed, my body sinking into the bed. My legs felt like jelly, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stand for the life of me, not yet at least.

In time, hopefully I’d be able to walk down the aisle.

CHAPTER20

Irina

Aidan slowly pulled out of me and gathered me in his arms. My asshole was beyond sore, and I blushed as his seed leaked from it. Carefully, he smoothed out my dress and gathered me in his arms. His meticulous attention to detail had ensured that my dress had come out unscathed.

I’d probably have to fix my makeup a little, though.

He held me for a long time as my breathing slowly turned less ragged. My body temperature was much slower to follow as multiple aftershocks quaked through me. When I finally glanced at the clock, I started.

“The wedding was supposed to start an hour ago,” I breathed in shock.

“They will wait for us, my sweet bride. Your needs come first,” he answered firmly, and I couldn’t help but blush, my adoration for him reaching new heights.

“I’m sorry I bit your lip,” I tried.

“No, you’re not, sassy girl. You got exactly what you wanted,” he teased.

“Maybe,” I admitted, at least partially.

“Come, let’s get you put back together before we head down to the church,” he murmured.

My cheeks reddened further when I glanced down, only just now remembering that he’d taken my breasts out of my dress and left them on full display. His strong arms enveloped me as he lifted me gently from his lap and placed me on my feet, his touch sending a wave of warmth through me. As I stood before him, he tenderly smoothed out the intricate folds of my wedding dress, his fingers lingering on the delicate fabric. A soft smile tugged at his lips as he brushed a few stray hairs away from my face, his gaze holding a mixture of adoration and reverence.

With the same resolute tenderness, he tucked my breasts back into my dress and spun me around, fastening the tiny line of buttons all the way back up again. He led me over to the mirror, and I was ecstatic to see that my makeup was just as gorgeous as it had been before he arrived.

You’re a bit more flushed, though.

“In public, you will be my innocent bride, but you and I will both know that your bottom is bright red and very sore, both inside and out, as you walk down the aisle to me.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said with a blush.

“We’ll save your kiss for when we’re standing at the altar,” he instructed, his eyes holding a tender warmth within them that held me captive for a few long seconds before I nodded with understanding.

“Come now. It’s time for me to make you my wife.”

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