My legs wobble, and I grip the edges of the vanity, the wood biting into my palms.
He’s never eaten me out from this angle before, and there’s something about the feel of it that heightens my awareness of everything. It feels dirty and wrong and erotic as hell, all at the same time.
“You taste so fucking good,wife,” Aiden grunts, gripping my back cheeks and spreading them wider apart to give him more access to my pussy and ass.
I whimper, bucking against him as the pleasure in my veins spikes and I come hard. It didn’t even take five minutes, and he’s got me shuddering and shaking.
“That’s right. Come for me, little dove,” he mutters, lapping at me and fucking me with his tongue until the last aftershocks finally fade from my system.
Then he surges to his feet, tearing my delicate panties off with one sharp tug. Aiden’s hand slides across my neck, up toward my chin. He pulls it up, makes me look into the mirror as he thrusts into me without warning. I gasp, my heels rising off the floor.
I can see my eyes widen in the mirror, watch my mouth open into a circle of pleasure as he thrusts inside me. The fabric of my dress is bunched around my waist, the top just barely hanging on, my breasts threatening to spill out. Reaching around, he shoves a hand under the fabric at my chest, rolling my nipple in his fingers.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my hands curling tighter around the corners of the vanity as sparks dance in my vision.
Aiden’s fingers dig into my breast, possessive and firm. He leans over and bites my neck before licking away the sting.
“Look at yourself,” he rumbles. “I want you to watch.”
“Aiden,” I beg, unable to say anything else.
My face is red, cheeks flushed with color. My wedding dress is half off, a disorganized mess as it hangs out of place on my body, the layers of white shoved aside as Aiden fucks me from behind.
One of his hands is on my chest, grasping my breast and massaging it as he fucks me. His other hand is on my neck, fingers spread across it. He holds me like I’m his, and the sight of him makes me even wetter, makes my pussy clench around him like I can keep him inside me forever.
Suddenly, his pace changes. Aiden moves hard and slow, teasing me as I cling to the vanity.
“How do you look?” he demands. “Well fucked? Or do I need to do more?”
I can’t say anything, wordless moans escaping my lips as he fucks me harder. I watch my chest bounce with the impact, watch Aiden’s hand hold my chin in place. He puts his fingers in my mouth, and I pant around them.
When he finally withdraws his fingers, we both watch in the reflection as he slides that hand over my ass. He slips a finger into my tight back hole, then leans over me.
“I’ll fuck you here too, one day. Soon. Do you want that, little dove? Want me to claim you? Fuck you like this, hard?”
“Yes,” I breathe, barely more than a whisper, the sound low and hungry.
Almost as soon as the word is out of my mouth, I come hard again, my entire body contracting as I feel Aiden’s cock pulse inside me, emptying every last drop.
“Fuck,” he growls, driving his finger deeper along with his cock. “So good. So perfect.”
I groan weakly as I drape against the table, sated and complete. After a long moment, he drags his finger out of my ass, making me hiss a breath. His cock leaves me next, and I feel empty as he steps back and grabs a tissue, wiping up some of the cum seeping from my core and tossing it away.
Then he helps me straighten. I let my skirt fall back down, pressing my hands over the fabric as I rearrange the top.
When I’m a bit more put back together, Aiden grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting my head up so my gaze meets his.
“I want you to go through the reception with no panties on, your pussy hot and wet,” he murmurs. “Your thighs slick with arousal. Thinking about the next time your husband will be inside you.”
All the breath leaves my lungs in a rush, and my core pulses needily. I nod, my heart thundering. I don’t know why the things he says turn me on so fucking much, but there’s something about his dominant possessiveness that never fails to get me wet.
With a satisfied smile, he kisses me once more and then leads me from the room.
Thankfully, we’re only a little late to our own reception, and although I’m sure I look just as freshly fucked as Aiden said, no one comments on it.
“Congratulations,” Lachlan says as he steps forward to greet us, his gaze shifting from me to Aiden. He’s not as cold toward me as he used to be, although he’s still hard to get a read on.
Connor is the loudest, as usual. He’s cheerful, slapping Aiden on the shoulder and winking at me. “Do your best not to run him dry, eh? We need him in working condition.”
