Buying Her Buns - Single Mom Billionaire Auction

I tell myself not to think about them today. Maxim is sleeping in the little wagon that Tammy is going to pull down the aisle behind her. He’s my priority now, and I’m glad I defied my parents by having him, no matter the cost.

Speaking of Tammy, she comes up and gives me a hug.

“You really do look amazing,” she says. “Derek is going to feel like the luckiest man alive.”

“Well, I have you to thank for the fact that I met him,” I tell her, smiling.

“And I have a secret for you,” she says. “I thought I’d finally tell you, in person.”

“What?” I ask, with a small gasp.

“That’s exactly how I met Brian. At an auction. He bought me.”

“No way!” I exclaim.

“Yep, we have more in common than loving to bake.”

We both crack up.

“Obviously I don’t tell a lot of people that, and you never have to tell other people unless you want to, as well, of course,” Tammy says. “But love comes out of these auctions, not just sex. I guess that’s why they call the club in California ‘Love in San Francisco.’”

“Well, however it happened, I’m glad it did,” I tell her.

And soon, Aunt Barbara is back, to escort me down the aisle behind Tammy and Maxim, and it’s time to marry the love of my life.

When he sees me, the biggest smile comes over his face. Maxim has woken up due to all the excitement, and the plan was for Tammy to pick him up if this were to happen, but instead, Derek leans down and gets him out of the wagon.

Everyone in the audience says, “awww” at once.

And that’s how we exchange our vows – Derek promising to love me, and Maxim, forever, and me promising the same to him. I have no doubt it will be the easiest thing to do, because he makes it easy.

***

Later, after a fun reception and after Aunt Barbara takes Maxim home with her, Derek and I go to his hotel room – which is now our hotel room – and he wastes no time taking my dress and his tux off.

“Well, my wife, I think there’s a certain something you promised I could do on our wedding night,” he tells me.

“That’s right,” I say. “There sure was.”

He bends me over the bed and rubs lube all over my ass hole and his big, hard cock.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow,” he says.

He puts the head of his cock up against my ass hole and begins to rub my clit. I relax, feeling amazing, and saying, “Go ahead, hubby.”

It hurts, at first, as he slides his cock into my ass hole, but I grip the edge of the bed and try not to say, “Ouch,” out loud.

When he gets it in about an inch, though, I can’t help it.

“Ouch.”

“You okay, wife?” Derek asks, stopping his cock in its tracks while still rubbing my clit.

With his other hand, he brings up some fingers and rubs my nipple in between them. It feels so good, feeling him all over me, with his cock partly in my ass, that I relax again.

“Yes,” I tell him. “Keep going.”

He stretches out my asshole, more and more, until he’s all the way inside. It starts to feel good, having him crammed and stuffed inside me. Not to mention that the rhythm of his fingers rubbing my clit is making me climax.

“Mmmm,” I moan. “I’m going to cum.”

“Fuck yeah,” he says, spanking my ass some. “My new wife is such a bad little girl. Letting me fuck her in her ass.”

“Yes,” I tell him. “You can fuck me any time, any place, any way you want.”

“Like this?” he asks, thrusting his cock in and out of my ass. “Does this feel good?”

“It feels amazing,” I tell him, putting my neck back against his strong chest.

“I’m going to cum in your tight little ass hole,” he tells me, and then I feel him blowing his load inside me while he grunts.

“Mmmm,” I say, cumming along with him.

Once he’s done, he pulls himself out of me, stopping to pant a bit while he looks down at my ass.

“I love to see my red hand welts on your ass cheek and my cream pie in your ass hole,” he admits. “It’s the hottest thing ever.”

“You’re the hottest thing ever,” I say, standing up on my tiptoes and spinning my head around so that, once he leans down to meet my mouth, we can kiss.

“Good thing you married me, then,” he says.

“Yes, it certainly is. I love you.”

“I love you, too, wifey,” he tells me. “And Maxim, too. And whatever other little baby we might have. Today, tomorrow and forever.”

THE END