The Marriage Rival

“We can’t just leave,” she reminds me. “They have to do the farewell arch, that’s still another hour away.”

“But I need to fuck you like yesterday.”

She rests her head against mine, before whispering in my ear, “There’s always the cloakroom… again.”

I don’t give her time to change her mind, pulling her off the dance floor in a quick flash. Outside in the foyer, a young guy is manning the front. I drop Presley’s hand as she nervously waits and pull out my wallet.

“Here, man. Take this five hundred and make sure no one goes in for at least twenty minutes, you got me?”

The guy winks, taking my bills giving me the green-light nod.

With the key in my hand, we make our way to the cloakroom. I open the door and switch on the light, pushing her inside. Closing the door behind us, I don’t give her time to change her mind. I slam my mouth onto hers as I push her against the wall. She clutches onto my shirt and manages to pull away for just a split second.

“God, I’ve fantasized about fucking you all night long.”

“Oh, yeah,” I whisper into her neck. “Jealousy looks great on you.”

I want my mouth back on hers. Our tongues are in a battle, feverishly fighting until she lets out a deep moan, the one that makes me rock-hard, wanting to explode. I don’t have much time, so I quickly flip her around, pushing her against the wall again, this time with her back to me until all I can see is that sweet ass of hers. I lift the corner of her emerald dress, exposing one cheek. She’s wearing those French lace panties that made me blow in my pants last time. Fuck. With her skin in full view, I slap her ass hard enough for her to let out a squeal.

“You miss this?” I breathe, sliding my hand against her slit. “You miss me fucking you?”

She arches her neck, and nods, giving me rein to taste her beautiful skin.

“I’m going to fuck you now. It’s going to be hard, and you’re going to scream.”

Her body is waiting, the goosebumps forming along her precious skin. I don’t want to waste any more time, and I unzip my pants until my cock is free. I slide my fingers into her panties again and feel how soaking wet she is. Fuck me. My girl is ready for me. No more waiting. Just fuck her hard and make her come.

I grab my cock and just the slight touch causes me to moan. Pushing her panties aside, I slide myself in nice and hard, watching her arch her back as her knees begin to shake. I fucking love when her knees shake.

The tightness of her pussy feels like heaven. This is fucking torture… c’mon, your cock should be able to hold out for a couple more minutes.

Placing my hands on her shoulders, I push her against the wall, gripping tight as I continue to thrust into her. Sweat is dripping off my forehead, and unable to control my thirst, I slam harder while I lower my hand against her clit. Such a beautiful clit. It’s perfect, just the way I like it—pink and swollen. I want it in my mouth. Her body tightens in my grip, and I know she’s so close. Seconds later, she begs me to fuck her harder as the orgasm rips through her, her breathing ragged and forcing her to groan loudly.

My time is running out.

I’m fucking seeing stars, exploding inside her as the sensations ravage every part of me. I let out a deep, rumbling groan, tightening my grip on her shoulders. I didn’t want to hurt her, but the marks I’ve left, they are red.

Our heavy pants echo through the confined room, and with a gentle kiss on her shoulder, I ease my way out

“Perfect, as always,” I murmur while helping her with her dress.

With a wicked smile, she fixes my shirt and straightens my tie. “If that’s the reaction I get out of you for threatening you with condoms, then a job well done for me.”

I stare into her eyes with a stern face. “No, that’s what happens when other men are trying to take what’s mine.”

She places her lips on mine, gently and lovingly.

“How about we be spontaneous and not head home. There’s a hotel around the corner, and I’m sure there’s a lot we can do.”

I take her lips, tasting her on my own, instantly feeling my dick harden, again.

“Oh baby, you better believe there’s plenty we can do.”

Six

Presley

When I was twenty-three, I decided to take a leap and move to Manhattan.