Page 58 of Four-ever Single

“Bella, my dick doesn’t care about discreet. Be glad I have any restraint left right now. I would have gladly fucked you over the cake as they tried to cut it. I’m a man on a mission with balls bluer than the ocean—nothing is going to stop me.”

He led us through the fire station the same way he had the other day, and as promised, we ended up in the same room. He flipped on the light, locked the door, and then deposited me on the desk as he loosened his tie.

“Hike your dress up for me, baby.”

I wiggled around as I gathered the fabric and bunched it up over my hips, spreading my legs to show him the white satin panties I was wearing. Within seconds, he was across the room and kneeling in between my thighs as he pressed soft kisses against my throbbing, wet pussy. I knew the fabric of my panties was already wet, but I didn’t care. The hunger in his eyes was enough to make me grip the back of his head and press him harder where I needed him.

He pushed the fabric aside and took his time teasing me with his tongue. Long, slow strokes along my slit followed by rapid flicks against my clit. He inserted two fingers in between my folds, forcing me to gasp at the sudden intrusion. I hadn’t realized just how needy I was until now. Even though I teased him about getting myself off this week, I hadn’t other than the few times we did together, because I knew nothing would ever compare to him.

“I missed this pussy,” he murmured, licking up my wetness as he finger fucked me.

“She missed you too.”

“Fuck, Bella, I want to fuck you so bad.”

“Do it. Please. Right now. Fuck me,” I panted, tipping my head back as I imagined him sucking my nipples.

“I will, baby, but first, you’re going to come on my tongue.”

He began sucking my clit, making my pending orgasm build. I pulled down the top of my dress, making sure not to tear the lace. As if sensing what I needed, he reached up and caressed my breasts through the matching satin bra, the friction making my nipples instantly hard.

Suddenly, he pulled his mouth away from my pussy and stood up.

“You know I can’t resist these beautiful tits,” he growled, unhooking my bra with expert ease before dropping it to the floor. My breasts sat on full display, round and perky, as he licked his lips before drawing a nipple into his mouth. His finger rubbed my clit while he sucked, instantly bringing me to climax.

“Oh my God,” I cried out, digging my nails into his arms as I tried to hold on while my body pulsated beneath him. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”

“Trust me, baby, I’m going to fuck you in about two seconds.”

Once I was done spasming against his fingers, he pulled them out and inserted them into his mouth, sucking my arousal off them. He extended his hand and helped me down before guiding me to turn around. I bent over the desk, hiking my dress up again as I heard him pull his zipper down. A few seconds later, the sound of the condom wrapper tearing filled the air as I waited impatiently for him to fuck me.

“I’ve waited too long for this,” he said, lining himself up at my entrance as he pulled my panties to the side again. “Now I get to officially fuck my wife. I’m going to take it easy on you for now, baby, but once we’re done here, I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

He thrust inside, both of us moaning as my body immediately welcomed him back. His fingers gripped my hips tightly as he pulled out and slid in harder, pushing my hips against the desk as my breasts bounced freely.

“Give it to me hard now,” I begged. “I can handle it. I want it.”

“We don’t have time for all of the stuff I want to do to you. So, for now, this is gonna have to do. Then we’ll wrap up out there, and I can finally have you to myself.”

I nodded my head, too caught up in pleasure to respond to him. He held on as he pinned me against the desk and thoroughly fucked me the way I loved.

Thirty-Five

Jones

We laughed. We danced. We drank champagne. But none of that mattered because all I wanted to do was get Bella into bed and claim her body over and over again as my wife.

I had told the guys they didn’t need to do anything special for me, but they’d all pitched in to cover my shifts for an entire week so I could take Bella to a lake house in New Hampshire for a mini honeymoon until we could go on our real one to Italy in six months. It turned out that Rodriguez’s family owned it, but it wasn’t currently being used because his parents were traveling through Scotland. I didn’t know that on top of booking us a honeymoon suite at the local hotel tonight, they’d also arranged for a limo to take us there, as well as pick us up to take us to the airport tomorrow morning.

If someone would have told me years ago that this would be my life right now, I wouldn’t have believed them. There was no way a guy like me—someone who had always drawn the short end of the stick—would luck out with the most beautiful woman in the world as his wife and a brotherhood who selflessly gave whatever they had. It might have started as a fake marriage for Bella to claim her inheritance, but damn if it wasn’t feeling more and more real by the minute.

Once we got to the room, I stopped and pushed our luggage to the side before swiping the card in the reader to open the door. A clicking noise sounded before the light turned green. I grinned at my beautiful bride, then lifted her into my arms as I carried her over the threshold. She giggled as I spun her around, joy overwhelming me that she was officially mine.

Before we got too dizzy, I set her down, making sure she was steady on her feet before going back to grab our luggage. Once I was back inside the suite, I put the Do Not Disturb sign on the door and locked every lock. Nothing—and I meant nothing—was going to keep me from my bride.

She wandered around the room, the bottom of her dress clutched in one hand to keep it from dragging while her heels dangled in the other. Her hair was down, cascading down her back in loose curls, stopping just above her ass.

I watched her as I undid the cuff links and set them on the nightstand, then loosened my tie.

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