Rich Soldier (The Dirty Thirty Pledge 2)

“I think I could fall asleep right here,” I say, holding her close and leaning my forehead against hers.

“Me too,” she says. “But there’s no way you’re depriving me of my wedding night.”

Suddenly I’m very, very awake. And very hard. We’re close enough that she notices and laughs, pulling me along to our bedroom. I tear myself out of my tuxedo, but when I turn, Tia is still in her wedding dress. “Do you need help with that?”

“I will,” she says, smiling coyly. “First I have other plans.”

“What—” I break off my words as she sinks to her knees in front of me, white fabric pooling around her like snow. “Tia.”

She smirks. “What?” she asks in an innocent tone. “You don’t want to see me on my knees in my wedding dress, sucking your cock?”

There’s officially no blood left in my brain. It’s all flowing south, where I’m painfully hard, and I don’t have any words to speak as she takes the tip of me into her mouth because it’s so unspeakably hot that I can’t move or breathe, let alone speak. Tia is excellent at this, too. She knows exactly what makes me feel good, and she doesn’t hesitate to give it to me.

She takes me into her mouth, as much as she can, teasing the underside of my head with her tongue and sucking me deep. I’m too big for her to take all of me, but I’ve never cared about that. How can I care when something feels as good as this does? One of her hands teases my balls while she sucks back to the tip of my cock before diving down again.

The image of her in the dress, her lips wrapped around my shaft smudging it with the same lipstick that I kissed when I said ‘I do,’ is enough to send me to the edge. I’m so hard and so ready that I have to grit my teeth to keep from going over.

I reach out, tangling my fingers in her hair and guiding her mouth. She’s so good at what she does, but this is what I need. I want to fuck her mouth while she’s in that dress.

Tia looks up at me, and the crinkles around her eyes tell me that she’d be smiling if her lips weren’t stretched with my cock. I push deeper into her mouth, until I’m at her limit, and then I do it again, and again. Her tongue brushes my shaft and she sucks as I keep her where I want her, fucking her mouth harder, just like I would her pussy. Just like I will her pussy. Fuck, she’s perfect. But I’m not going to have the first time I come on our wedding night be in her mouth. No, I’m going to bury myself deep inside her.

I pull out of her mouth and bring her to her feet, bending her over the bed. I haul her dress over her ass and fight the urge to sink my teeth into it. Tia has a perfect ass, and I fully intend on taking her there while we’re on our honeymoon. I’ve hinted at it, and she seems like she wants it too. Maybe I’ll remind her.

Stroking my fingers through her pussy, she gushes over my fingers, soaking wet and ready for me. I peel off the scrap of underwear that she has on under the dress. I lean down and run my wet fingers across her ass, following quickly with my lips and tongue. Tia gasps as I explore that little bud with my mouth, and I smile. “I love your ass, wife,” I say pulling back and lining myself up with her pussy.

“I know,” she says. “You’ve always been an ass man.”

I give her a quick swat and she cries out in surprise. “That’s my ass now.”

“Yes, it is.” Her voice is full of giggles that turn into moans as I sink inside her in one smooth stroke. I’ll never get tired of the feeling of entering her bare. It’s like pushing into the heat of the sun, if that heat were pure pleasure. And now, with her wedding dress riding up around her hips, I fuck my wife.

God, I love how those words sound.

Reaching around her legs, I find Tias’s clit. It’s slick with her arousal, and she groans, “Fuck, yes.” She’s bracing herself on the bed with her arms, legs spread wide so I can have the access I need. This view is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.

We’re going to be lucky, one of those couples that have an absolutely amazing wedding night. It’s going to be one to remember.

I circle her clit with my fingers and I can see that her legs are shaking. She’s on the verge of going over, and I pull back, slowing my rhythm, and she curses at me. “You’re going to tease me tonight?”