Wedding Cake Crasher (Wedding Cake 1)

“Bed.” I kiss her and the taste of her pussy is shared between us. “Then more of this.”

She moans her agreement, my cock sinks deeper and I carry her to my bedroom.

Chapter Twelve

Sugar

I moan into Hank’s mouth, not wanting to break the kiss. At this rate I’m never getting to work. We spent all weekend in bed and now it’s Monday and we’re back at my place so I can get ready for my day. I’m trying to leave, but Hank has me pinned to the door and I can’t move.

I’m sure my hair and makeup are a mess now, but I don’t really care. To be honest, in this moment, I don’t even care about my job. I thought I hated it last week, but this week it’s the bane of my existence. Before, it helped me pass the time, but I don’t want to kill time anymore. I want to spend all of it with Hank, but that’s not how the world works.

“One more time, Sugar.” I nod in agreement, but he’s already reaching under my dress and pulling my panties off of me. Seconds later he’s deep inside of me and thrusting in and out. “Fuck, I’m sorry, Sugar.”

He says that, but it doesn’t stop him. I love how he loses control and he just can’t stop himself. It makes me feel sexy and wanted. How could I have ever thought he didn’t want me? Insecurity got the better of me that night, but after this weekend I know he needs me just as much as I need him.

“You going to give me what I want?” he grunts, thrusting harder.

“Yes,” I moan as the orgasm builds. Our fifteen-minute makeout session has me primed and ready. You’d never know he’s had me twice already this morning.

“Good girl.” His approval has me clenching around his cock and he growls at the sensation.

His dick jerks inside of me, and when I feel his cock start to spill I let go and climax with him. I cry out his name and I’m thankful Nikki hasn’t been home since we crashed the wedding. She’s been shacked up with Dean and there’s no way she wouldn’t have heard me if she was here. Hell, the couple that lives next door probably did.

Hank buries his face in my neck and he’s breathing heavily. “I don’t want you to go. You might have my baby inside of you.”

My heart flutters with the idea and it’s all I can think about. I never thought about having a baby before Hank, but a family with him sounds heavenly.

We didn’t talk about using protection so he very likely could have gotten me pregnant. That should scare me, but it only has my pussy clenching around him again. I thought men were supposed to lose their hard-on after sex, but not Hank. He said he’ll always be ready for more.

“Pregnant people work,” I remind him with a long sigh. I want to snuggle into him and go back to bed.

“But I can take care of you.”

Hank is a successful engineer and it’s clear from his home that he does well for himself.

“That’s sweet, but even if I did take you up on that offer, I can’t just quit. I should give a notice or something.”

“You hate that job. You can quit and look somewhere else,” he tries again. “Maybe you’ll end up pregnant and then you won’t want to find a job.” He smiles at the last part.

God, it’s so tempting, but I can’t quit. I know Hank wants me to, but for how long? My mom was crazy in love with a new man every other month. There hasn’t been any I love yous or even talk of living together. We should really get on the same page about some things before we start talking about babies. I know that ship has sailed at this point with Hank’s cum deep inside of me, but still there needs to be a talk soon.

“Can we talk about this later?” I kiss him after I say it, but his face doesn’t look like he wants to talk about this later.

“Yeah, Sugar,” he groans as he pulls out of me. My feet drop to the ground and I wonder how I’m going to go all day without seeing him. “But I’m taking you to lunch.”

Okay, maybe I don’t have to go all day. “I’d like that.” I can steal some kisses then so I won’t have to wait until tonight.

“And I’m taking you to work.” This he says a little more sternly as he falls to his knees in front of me.

He holds my panties out for me to step into and slides them up my legs. They stick to me as Hank leans in and kisses me there before putting my dress into place.