Page 67 of The Vow

“It’s a corset! It’s not finished-”

“It’s Vegas! Fucking anything goes!”

She smiled slowly. “I’ll look like the sluttiest bride-”

“Perfect, you are, Princess, my slutty bride. Now, let’s fucking go, it’s a few hours to Vegas—”

“Limo is stocked with more champagne—”

“Fucking perfect-”

“Wait, I’ve got onerequest,” she said, suddenly serious, yanking on his arm like a kid requesting sweets.

“Anything for my slutty princess bride.” Carmelo smiled.

“I want to lose my virginity before we get married. Here, now, in this dress…” she plucked at the untamed petticoat layer, already fraying. “Then, after tonight, I want to burn it. This dress.”

This was the sweetest symphony to Carmelo’s ears. This wasn’t her coming to him out of physical need, on a whim, for her own gain. No, this was something else. This was from the core of her and it hit right to the core of him. “Sure thing, Princess. I’ll fuck you here, now, in your slutty little half-finished barely-there wedding dress. I’ll fuck you againin the limo as we down champagne from the bottle and pig out on all the sushi. I’ll fuck you for a third time in the hotel room, then we can go out into the desert and light up that fucking dress and watch it burn in the sand as I fuck you some more…” He perched back on the table and folded his arms.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Sergeant.” She beamed, leaping into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist as if he’d just recited beautiful poetry declaring his undying love for her.

His hands went to her butt and he hauled her up against his body, turning, and popping her down on the edge of the table.

He held her hips and groaned, kissing her. Not hurried. Slowly, purposefully. Like he had all night. Fuck, they did have all night.

“It’s got buttons, I mean, snaps, here I can just…” She reached down to her pussy, took the gusset of white silk and lace and tugged. And true enough, snaps popped and Carmelo was left looking down at the juiciest pussy he’d ever seen.

“Fuck, Lena… fuck, what a sight.”

He yanked his own trousers down, boxers, kicked them off. His cock immediately smacked his belly and he nestled his weeping head against her pussy lips.

“You on the pill?” he asked. “I haven’t got a condom.” If she didn’t say yes, he was going to lose his mind-

“Yes, pill,” she answered.

He smirked. “What’s the little princess virgin doing taking the pill?”

“It helps with my tennis, I can know much better when I’m going to be on my period, so schedule matches, and they aren’t too heavy and painful…”

“Good girl,” he purred back, and dipped his head to suck shamelessly on the crest of her boob.

She gasped but he sucked until he knew he’d leave a mark. Oh yeah, they were doing this. He was doing this. He was making her his.

She was wet. He pulled back to shamelessly stare at her pussy. Her pussy lips were swollen and she opened like a flower for him in front of his eyes. He was wet, too. The tip of his cock was glistening. He grabbed it back and jacked himself slowly, once, twice. She watched with her wide, dark eyes, and he trembled at the anticipation shooting through his veins.

“It’s going to hurt, but I’ll be gentle, Lena, I promise-”

“I know you will-” She was tense, she was scared. She would rather die than admit it, but he could tell in the way she was watching every move he made.

“And if it doesn’t… you know we can always just stop and-”

“I want it to happen.”

“I know, and fuck will it be good to be balls deep in you but I’m just saying… we’ve got all night. We can fuck in the limo all the way to Vegas if you want, we can fuck all night after we’ve said ‘I do’-”

“It’s like three hours to Vegas, you couldn’t… all the way to Vegas,” she mock-scolded him.

He smirked as he re-positioned himself in alignment with her, his cock finding her lips like it knew what to do, where to go. “I could try.”

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