Lara (Reynolds Ranch)

Chapter Fifteen

Landon

“I love you, Mrs. Black.”

“I love you, Mr. Black,” she sighs as she presses her head against my chest. Music plays around us while we dance slowly. We’re in our own little world, living in the special moment. Our wedding went off without a hitch, even after I fired her old bodyguard. She had the nerve to tell me that I settled on a hillbilly. I nearly snapped and hit the woman. Granted, she wasn’t as defenseless as an ordinary woman, but she was still one.

She fucked herself, though, because she won’t work for me or anyone I know. A line has been crossed. She insulted my wife more than once and had the audacity to say it to my face instead of denying it.

“You’re tensing up again.”

“Sorry, my love.”

“She’s not here. Don’t ruin our night.”

“She’s not the only one. I can’t believe no one told me that there’s an asshole here who had asked you out.”

“David?”

“Yeah. He came with a date, but it doesn’t matter because he hasn’t stopped looking at you when he thinks I’m not looking, but I’m always watching for a threat to my happiness.”

“You’re going to end up with a head full of gray soon if you keep it up.” She runs her hands through my thick black hair. “Although that might be sexy. Still, I don’t want you to have a heart attack with all that unnecessary stress. Kiss me, husband.”

“Gladly, wife.” I grip the back of her head, sending my fingers through her pinned-up hair and the other hand over the small of her back, tightening my hold as I take her mouth. Our kiss is hungry, deep, tongues thrashing together, needy. A couple of hooting and hollering shouts rend the air, reminding me that I’m in a crowded room. My dick is hard as fuck and ready to impale my wife. It takes all my strength to pull our lips apart.

“Wow.” She bites her bottom lip. “Mr. Black, I love when you’re so territorial. When does our flight leave?”

“At five. We’re due at the airport in three hours.”

“Maybe we should head up to my bedroom and change into comfortable clothes before our honeymoon trip.”

“That sounds like a great idea.” We slowly make our way off the makeshift dance floor in the barn. My parents are in their own private world, dancing together while my brother and Danny are watching the party like hawks. We wave at them, and Landon says we’ll be back.

“I don’t want to know,” Tobias mutters, tossing back a drink. I giggle and then Landon swoops me up in his arms, racing me back to the main house and up the porch. We’re in my bedroom in a matter of minutes.

We can’t get our clothes off fast enough; one layer after another, our fancy wedding clothes fall to the floor. I cry out when he licks my pulse, then bites my throat. “Wife, I need you hard and fast.”

“Take me.” I grab her and toss her onto the bed, forgetting everything else but needing to claim her. My mouth moves over her supple flesh, latching onto one of her hardened peaks. She arches her back and moans, rolling her body while her hands skim up my sides. I love the feel of her rings on my skin.

“Lara, mine, my precious Lara.” I line up my cock with her hole and press inside, sending all of my length into her depths. We both release a satisfactory grunt as our bodies connect completely.

“You feel so good inside me.”

“We’re meant for each other. Take every inch, Angel.” I grip her hands in mine and raise them over her head and pin them to the bed while I pump into her over and over. Sweat drips down my face as I work into her body. Our hips grind in unison as we move closer to release. My hold is only matched by her legs that are wrapped around my thighs.

“I’m coming, Landon.”

“That’s it. Come for me because I’m coming too.” I flood her pussy with every drop while she squeezes my cock. Her body trembles around me until she’s done. “Fuck, I love you so damn much.”

****

I watch her splash in the water, and I snap a picture. My wife shines in her beauty. She could have been a model. Not any fucking more, because she’s mine and I’m too possessive to share her with all the assholes who’d want to spank it to her sexy figure. Her tits nearly spill out of her bikini. I’m grateful we’re without most of our security for the honeymoon. My queen and I need our time alone without the worry of someone interrupting. Danny’s busy holding down the fort, and the two on duty for us on this trip have stayed on the edge of the island resort or driving us when I request it.

Other than that, we have total privacy. After all, I can protect my wife all on my own. There doesn’t need to be anyone else. I’d give my life for her.

“Stop staring and come touch, Mr. Black.” She licks her lips and then she reaches around to the back and with a flick, the bikini top falls.

I can’t stop from licking my lips, my dick wetting the front of my swim trunks. I give it a squeeze, hoping to calm the fucker down, but with her half naked, beckoning me like a siren, I can’t resist.