“Oh no,” Addison gasped and looked at me over her shoulder in worry, as if she wasn’t sure we should continue or not, but I couldn’t care less. I continued fucking her, now even faster, and I could feel she was really close now. “No, Cole... We can’t... I can’t...” I fucked her so fast now, not stopping for a second, and heard my uncle say, “Cole, where did you go?” He was so close to the closet, probably ten feet away, and Addison tried to push me off her, but I grabbed her around her waist with one arm and squeezed her hip I’d been holding on with the other, not letting her move.
“Come now,” I ordered her, barely able to catch my breath since I was thrusting into her fast and wild.
“No... I-I... Cole...,” she cried out and bit into her wrist, orgasming hard against my cock. Her whole body convulsed and her limbs twitched through the highest point of her orgasm, and this just pushed me right into my own orgasm.
“What was that?” my uncle said and I heard his footsteps approaching just as I spurted my seed into Addison, filling her tight pussy to the point of overflowing.
I stilled completely and breathed heavily into her shoulder, holding her firmly against me.
We stood like that for several moments, trying to catch our breath as we waited for my uncle’s next action.
“I guess they aren’t here,” he finally said and walked away.
“Oh my God. Cole,” Addison said in awe and turned her head to look at me. “This... I’ve never experienced something like this in my life.”
I smiled and kissed her lips. I couldn’t bring myself to get out of her, already missing her pussy.
“You’re so ridiculous!” she said. “Right under your uncle’s nose!”
“What are you complaining about? You’ve just been properly fucked.”
“More than properly.”
I caught her head in my hands and kissed her again. “I love you,” I whispered to the most beautiful and amazing woman I’d ever met.
“You do?”
“I do.”
“You’re supposed to say that tomorrow,” she teased.
“I’ll say it then too.”
I kissed her again.
“I love you too Cole.”
I always thought getting married would be hard. But instead, Addison made it simple. She was so easy to love, to enjoy, to be with. Addison might have been my fake fiancée but she was about to be my real wife, and I couldn’t have been happier.
Twenty- One
Addison
Cole carried me over the threshold of our bedroom and let me down in the middle of the room. We were in the manor on a private island his uncle owned, which we’d chosen as our honeymoon destination.
I looked at Cole—the love of my life—and put my arms over his shoulders.
“I can’t believe we did it,” I whispered to him, unable to look away from his gorgeous brown eyes.
“Neither can I honestly. Did you see my uncle’s face when they asked if anyone opposed the union?”
“I thought he was going to fall out of his chair!”
“You and me both. How the hell did we manage to pull this off? And I got you out of it. Jesus, I’m lucky,” he nipped my lips playfully and kissed them slowly, taking my breath away.
I was wearing a long satin dress, which I’d worn during our reception before we boarded a private plane and came here, and I couldn’t wait to take it off. It was really hot here, and the material stuck to my body. Also, I wanted to be naked so I could enjoy Cole. Besides our heated moment in the closet, it had been a week since I had him. I needed more.
“That you are.” I tapped his nose with my forefinger and slid it over his mouth. He opened his lips and sucked my finger into his mouth. I gasped and clenched my thighs.