“Fuuuuck, Sloane,” he says as he lays his head back against the chair, his hands finding my hips to no doubt leave a fresh set of bruises. “Ride me then, baby. Show them why you’re mywife.”
With my ass healed from the night we got married, I’m able to ride my husband like he deserves. I worship his body as I grind my hips into him, taking his length in and out of my dripping core with each movement. My hands roam his body, reveling in the feel of how hard he is beneath my softness.
The melody of our moans and breaths, combined with the sound of our wet skin slapping, will always be my favorite composition. Ledger’s filthy words, its lyrics.
My speed increases as that fire in my core starts to rise, letting me know a wave of pleasure is about to wash over me.
“Fuck, Angel, you have to come soon. Grind your clit against me, sweet girl. Show them. Show them how you milk my cum out of me.”
His words mixed with the pain from the increased intensity of his hold on me are more than enough to send me over the edge. “Thankfuck,” Ledger grunts as he holds my shaking body down onto his dick and pulses jets of cum into me.
We sit interlocked together for what seems like both a moment and an eternity before Ledger breaks the silence. “What do you think, love? Are you ready to show them just how much you please your husband?”
Before I can even register what he means, he cups my ass and slowly pulls me off his cock, making a dramatic show of just how his uncovered piercings pull against my pussy as he unsheaths himself.
“Let them see exactly how much cum I keep in this pussy.”
As soon as the words leave his lips, I feel the warm liquid leaving my body. Some runs down my thighs while the rest drips straight to the floor. My eyes widen, and regardless of the fact that I just had sex in front of a room full of people, my cheeks begin to blush.
“It’s okay, baby. I hate to waste it too. I’ll fuck some more into you soon. Don’t you worry.”
I can feel my pussy flutter around nothing at the promise of his cock. “Take me home?”
“Are you sure? You were so excited to come tonight. Are you okay?” His concern makes me fall a little more in love with him.
I look out at the crowd of voyeurs, noting how the only ones in attendance who don’t look pleased are the ones who are just mad they can’t be in my position right now.Can’t ever be in my position.“This has been so much fun,” I assure my sweet man. “I just want to be alone with you.”
We both throw our clothes back on before Ledger picks me up and carries me through a door at the back of the stage. “Me too, Angel, me too.”
“Ugh, I really don’t want to put those heels back on,” I groan, holding up the stilettos I wore tonight.
“Hop on my back, baby,” Ledger says, turning around and bending over to help me up for a piggyback ride.
He walks us through the back hall, but I need him to get me home faster. “You know they say to bring in the new year the way you want to spend every day, so how about we make sure you’re balls deep inside me when the clock strikes midnight?”
Before I can hold on tighter, he speeds up to a running jog, his strong arms the only thing keeping me from falling on my ass. “God, I love you, Angel.”
“I love you too, Devil. I love you too.”
Epilogue I
Two years later
Sloane and I lounge on a hammock bed, slowly swaying back and forth in the shallow, crystal-clear water. Our children are building sandcastles beside us, and she’s reading her fifth new book in as many days. I have a book of my own in my right hand, and my left arm is wrapped around her shoulders with my hand resting on the swell of her stomach.She looks so beautiful.She places her left hand on mine, our shining wedding bands clinking against each other, then turns to smile up at me and opens her mouth to speak when…
I’m jolted awake by the beeping of my alarm blaring on my nightstand. Groaning, I reach over to turn it off before covering my face with my hands.I could’ve used another few hours of dream bliss.Damn, that was by far the most peaceful I’ve ever felt in a dream. Perfection. Smiling to myself, I remember that my real life has been just as peaceful lately and just as perfect.
I gave heralmosttwo years. She never went on birth control, but I knew she wasn’t really ready to have a baby, so I kept up with her cycle and strategically avoided as many close calls as I could. I’m only a man. I wasn’t ready to share her yet either.
I waited until she officially graduated with her BA in Business. I begged her to forget about classes, assuring her she was already richer than God and didn’t need a degree.Her compromise was to transition to online classes, which allowed us to spend the past two years traveling the world.
Her true passion has been documenting our travels. What started off as a fun project for her to keep up with all our stops by posting a video of us at each destination has turned into a following of almost a million people across her various socials.
I roll over to find my angel’s side of the bed empty, but before I can question where she is, I hear her singing from the bathroom and smile again.
Chuckling, I make my way to the bathroom to enjoy my girl’s shower concert. Sloane’s hair is soaped up and twisted on top of her head as she shaves her legs, pausing every few seconds to gesture along with her song.
I can’t keep my snickering to myself anymore at her adorable noises, and she squeals when I startle her with my presence.
