Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 46501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
The day finally came three months after the day I put my ring on her finger. It was the longest three months of my life. In that time I’d been away from her once for three weeks and though it wasn’t the worst time of my life, it was a close second. Not surprisingly, she was the one who made it easier.
There was no pouting or sadness when I did get a chance to call home. Instead she was upbeat and supportive, regaling me with all the things she had planned for my return, and what she’d done that day.
I knew that she’d indeed rushed the wedding plans. I had it on good authority that it usually took at least a year or two for the kind of wedding a man of my stature would have.
If I wasn’t so hot to have her, I may have put up a fuss, but she’d worn me down. The day before she met me at the altar she almost teased me into fucking her in the conservatory, which was still one of our favorite places to hide out.
She’d conned me into having lunch with her in there and stupid me thought that that’s all there was to it. I’d convinced myself that even though I was having a hard time abstaining, she wasn’t having the same problem. She was always so happy and full of light, while I brooded like a child who’d lost his favorite toy.
That day she’d fed me from her fingers while stealing kissed in between. When her hand went to my zipper I didn’t protest, my dick was already hard at just the sight of her. But then she’d straddled my lap and tried to impale herself on my cock. I’d had to think quick and bribe her with something else the little minx.
I’d taught her how to lay on top of me and suck my cock with her legs spread over my head while I ate her out in the sixty nine, which had fast become her favorite. That’s what I talked her into then since she seemed to be caught up in a lust craze.
I should’ve known she was up to something when she invited me here. She took every opportunity to take my cock into her mouth or have me bury my head between her thighs. Her parents were good at giving us space and since the servants were all new, we were able to train them to notice the signs of when we needed to be left alone.
The day of our wedding dawned beautiful and sunny. Unlike most couples, we’d spent the night before our wedding in bed together. I brushed aside the old wives tale about bad luck and kept her in my bed where she belonged.
I’m not sure what the reverend would’ve thought had he known that an hour or two before the ceremony the bride had a mouth full of cock, while the groom had his head buried between her thighs.
I held her hand throughout the ceremony because she was scared. I knew without being told that she was afraid that something would go wrong, and it was for that reason that I had the line about anyone having any reason for us not to get married taken out of the ceremony.
“Look at me. Keep your eyes on mine.” I said those words to her before the reverend begun. I held her eyes with mine as we repeated our vows and felt the trembling finally leave her hand. ‘I love you.’ I mouthed the words to her until the last of the fear left her eyes.
The great hall had been transformed just the way she’d wanted, I’d seen to it. Of the three hundred guests, twenty were her friends and family and the rest were all mine. My mother hadn’t shown but I hadn’t expected her to.
We hadn’t heard anything from her in months, so there was no telling what she was up to. So yeah, I understood her fear. With her hand held firmly in mine, I promised to love her for the rest of my life, and to always put her first. Something else I’d changed in the vows without her knowledge.
When she cried happy tears I squeezed her hands and smiled at her until she smiled again. I didn’t breathe easy until we were pronounced man and wife and she gave me the wide happy smile that I’d grown to love so much.
“You’re mine.” I’m pretty sure our guest wasn’t expecting us to devour each other at the altar but that’s pretty much what happened. We only came up for air when the laughter and applause in the room got too loud to ignore.
I smiled through the rest of the evening even though I wished everyone would leave so I could have her to myself. I’d held out for three torturous months, only my honor and love for her keeping me from giving into my baser lust. But now that the day was here, I didn’t think I could make it to the end of the festivities.