I didn’t need to be told twice. In a flourish of passion, I took her into my arms, tilting the curvy female back as our lips collided. And it was earth shattering. Our bodies and minds touched, melting together with excitement, exhilaration, and the promise of a bright future. I held Laney close, cherishing the curvy woman, my love and life.
Like clockwork, our kiss intensified, tongues tangling around each other, her lips parting as I swept into that sweet mouth.
Her hair brushed the floor, one leg wrapped around my waist in that classic Hollywood pose.
With lungs already burning for air, I slipped my hand onto her ass, squeezing the round rump tight. I already knew what I wanted tonight. The need raging, my cock throbbed heavily, pulsing against her soft stomach.
God, it was so hard to control myself around this woman.
The chaplain cleared his throat.
“Mr. Evercore? Mrs. Evercore? Excuse me, it’s been several minutes now.”
I ignored the poor guy, too addicted to my gorgeous wife to stop kissing. I swear she had the sweetest lips on Earth. If I wasn’t careful, I would overdose.
The pastor cleared his throat once more, really trying to get our attention.
“Ahem. Sir? Madame? It’s been five minutes? They need the chapel for something else now?”
Annoyed, I straightened, keeping Laney pinned to my side.
“What?” was my harsh growl. The pastor shrugged his skinny shoulders.
“You shouldn’t get too carried away in here. We have another wedding in a few minutes. If you’d follow the guards, they’ll show you to your honeymoon suite.”
Honeymoon suite?
I swear, if this was some kind of joke, I was about to break necks. I was in no mood to be toyed with. Not today, not on my wedding day. Not to the most beautiful woman in the world.
But it was true. The guards, to my amazement, brought us to a small, private cottage on the jail premises. It wasn’t much, but at least we wouldn’t be disturbed.
And when a key was dropped into my hand, it was like winning the lottery. Holy fucking shit. We had real privacy, state-sanctioned time to get real. No one was going to stop me from celebrating my conjugal rights now.
Without any further thought, I scooped Laney into my arms and carried that curvy figure over the entrance.
“Sweetheart,” I rasped into her ear. “I’m sorry this isn’t our home, but bear with me okay? We’ll make the best of it.”
Because the cabin was hardly Shangri-La. Naw, this was no five-star hotel with roses and champagne. Instead, it was a cramped, dark room with bars over the windows. Not much inside except a double bed, with a sheet and comforter placed in the middle of the mattress.
But no worries. All l I cared about was the bed. Hell, it would probably be broken by morning, but all that mattered right now was pinning Laney to that mattress and having my way with her all night long.
“Oh, I’m going to have so much fun with you,” I murmured into her ear, nibbling at her earlobe.
The female moaned ever so softly, her eyes already soft and luminous. Oh yeah, my wife wanted me. Bad. Hell, I could already smell it. In fact, I bet she’d already soaked through her panties, if she’d bothered to put some on at all. Yeah, after I ripped through about five of her thongs, the curvy brunette started to do her visits commando, that sweet pussy moist and bare.
The thought turned me on.
Fuck, I couldn’t wait a moment longer.
I tossed her onto the bed, watching her body bounce for a moment before she settled into a natural pose that made her look like a model. If I wasn’t the jealous type, maybe I would have pushed her into that profession. Laney would have been a natural. She’d sell a million lipsticks, a million bras, a million of anything they wanted to pimp.
Quickly, I doubled back, locked the door, and threw the key into a corner.
She was mine now. All mine.
Raging need consumed my big body, the suit coming off in ragged pieces. And as my big form came into view, Laney’s eyes widened, the caramel pools going deep with desire.
I loved how much she wanted me.
When my shirt came off, she practically licked her lips and leaned forward, causing her chest to dance precariously along the hem of her dress.
“If you’re going to tease me with your nips, I’ll make sure you walk out of this cabin with them so sore and sensitive, that you’ll nipples will stay hard for a week,” I growled, undoing my belt as I stood at the edge of the bed.
In a flash, she crawled over, offering to help. Her nimble fingers struggled with the clasp, tugging at it in desperation.
I chuckled, taking her head into my hands and kissing her hard. So hard.