Total pages in book: 9
Estimated words: 8560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 43(@200wpm)___ 34(@250wpm)___ 29(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 8560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 43(@200wpm)___ 34(@250wpm)___ 29(@300wpm)
“Welcome. We are gathered here to join Evan and Danica in the bonds of matrimony. "Evan and Danica, please join hands. Evan, do you take Danica to be your lawfully wedded wife? Do you promise to support her completely and love her unconditionally, so long as you both shall live?"
"I do,” I answer.
"Danica, do you take Evan to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you promise to support him completely and love him unconditionally, so long as you both shall live?"
"I do," she answers. I grin at her, and I can’t
"Very well, let us proceed. It is now time to exchange the rings. The circle formed by each ring symbolizes your love and eternal commitment to each other. May these rings remind you always of these sacred promises you've made to each other today. Evan, you will go first. Please repeat after me as you place the ring on the hand of your loved one. I, Evan, give you, Danica, this ring as a symbol of my love, commitment, and the eternal vows we have made today to each other. With this ring, I thee wed."
I repeat my vow and slide the ring on Danica's finger. The platinum one that matches her engagement ring.
"Danica, your turn. I, Danica, give you, Evan, this ring as a symbol of my love, commitment, and the eternal vows we have made today to each other. With this ring, I thee wed."
Danica repeats her vow and slides the platinum ring on my finger. It’s official. She’s mine. Forever.
"By the power vested in me, by the great state of Maine, I pronounce you, husband and wife. Evan, you may now kiss the bride."
Leaning down, I kiss her. I kiss her like we are the last people on Earth and
Hand and hand, we walk out of the office and out onto the street.
“That was easy,” she says. I laugh.
“It really was, but we’ve got to get over to the Sweetheart’s Dance,” I tell her. I volunteered to chaperone ages ago, and while I’d like nothing more than to take my new wife home and make love to her, I can’t right now. I wonder if we can leave early. I want to spend the rest of the day inside of my wife.
“I’m so glad we met. Was it really just last week?” she asks breathlessly between kisses. I’ve managed to drag her into an empty closet outside of the dance. It’s not ideal, but neither one of us can wait for a second longer. We were dancing to an Ariana Grande song when she let me know that she wanted more.
Right now. The words she whispered in my ear made my dick hard, and my eyes widen. I didn’t know my little mafia princess had a mouth like that, but maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised.
Needless to say, I took her hand and found the first empty room. It’s not very romantic, but there’s no way we’d have made it all the way home.
“Me too,” I reply. “I love you,” I tell her as I pull her dress up and over her head. Her matching bra and panties are black and lacy. I’ve never seen anything like them. Damn, I’ve never even seen a naked woman before, so while I’d like to savor the view, I know that I don’t have that kind of time. My dick won’t allow it.
“I love you too,” she moans as I pull her bra down and wrap my lips around her nipple.
“Thank God.” I groan as I move down her body.
I reach down, pushing her panties to the side.
“I’m not sure he’s here right now,” she moans as my index finger grazes her clit.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
Her hands reach for my belt, undoing it. My pants fall to my ankles. I grip her tiny panties in my fist and pull them from her body. She gasps, and I grin lecherously.
“Fuck.” The tiny amount of light in here is like a freaking spotlight on her pussy. My mouth waters. I pull my cock from my pants and grip it with my free hand. The heat between us sizzles. I slide into her slowly, savoring the feeling as I do.
“Shit, you feel amazing.”
“Yeah. Do it. Take it. It’s yours.”
“Hell yeah, it is.” I drive into her harder and harder, over, and over.
“More. Give me more. Love me harder,” she demands, reminding me of the song we just danced to.
“Done,” I growl, giving her what she wants and what I need.
“I’m coming,” she whispers in my ear.
I feel her pussy grip my dick tighter, and I can’t wait for a second longer. I fill her with my seed, and all I can think about is breeding her.
Kissing her, I murmur how much I love her and how much I’ll always love her. After helping her get dressed again, I right my own clothes, and we make our way back to the dance hand in hand.