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Rocky is always like this, and I love it. It’s one of the things I love most about my impatient rogue. He will use any means necessary to get what he wants, and that includes tearing into my clothes when what he wants is me. I guess it’s a good thing he can afford to replace them.
“Why did Gwen call you?” I ask in an effort to distract him.
“Something to do with my wife worrying herself sick over the wedding,” he says, grabbing the hand on his chest and pressing his lips against it. His Adam’s apple bobs as he locks those hypnotizing green eyes on mine. “What are you so worried about? You look insanely beautiful, you always have. We hired the best planner we could find and all the guests are happy. Henry is happy.”
“Are you happy?”
“I will be in a few minutes,” he says, grabbing my chin and tipping it before brushing his lips hotly over mine. I whimper into the kiss, looking for the strength to push him off me, if only to save my poor dress, but I am too weak to resist his advances. Hell, I don’t even pay attention to the tear I hear in my gown when he grabs my ass and lifts me to the dresser.
“We’re not supposed to have sex before our wedding,” I protest, but I am already ripping at his shirt, buttons flying everywhere as I hungrily seek out his skin. “Shit, I hope you have a spare shirt.”
“Don’t know. Don’t care,” he replies, his tongue seeking mine hungrily, and I can’t help but lose myself in the feral way we attack each other like we’re both touch starved. A gasp slips out when he tears my dress down the middle to reveal my sheer lace bralette. His mouth is on my nipple before I can mourn my wedding dress, sucking my sensitive bead through the thin material of my bra, and just like that, I forget everything but his touch.
“Oh, yes!” I cry out, burying my fingers into his hair even as lust slithers down my stomach and soaks my folds. Three years of loving this man, and yet, I can’t get enough. It’s a wonder I don’t have an array of children with how often we do this. Heck, this man could get my panties soaked just by looking at me, and he reveals that, using every opportunity he can to show me just how much he likes it.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so beautiful,” he rasps, his face contorted with restraint. He kisses a path up my neck, sending a rush of heat to my sex even as he fumbles with his zipper. “Need to be inside of you.” He pulls me off the table and spins me around so I am facing the vanity mirror.
“Oh!”
A gasp slips out when he pushes my dress up over my waist before yanking my thong down my thighs and tearing it off me completely.
“I’ll make love to you tonight,” Rocky whispers into my ear, brushing the head of his cock over my sodden sex. “Right now, I need to fuck you like an animal.”
“Oh God, yes!” My husband pulls my thighs apart before sliding the head of his cock into my opening which makes me thrash needily when he doesn’t slide the rest of the way into my aching pussy. “Rocky . . . please!”
“You want this cock?” he teases, pushing another inch inside. “You want me to rut you hard and spill my cum in your little cunt? So later, when you’re walking down the aisle, you’ll feel my seed slide down your thighs . . .”
“Please,” I sob.
Rocky dips his hand into my hair and tugs hard before driving his massive cock the rest of the way into my pulsing sex. My knees grow weak and shaky as he starts driving into me in long measured thrusts, which quickly begin to lose their rhythm, and soon, he’s just rutting me.
There are people in the hotel where we’re holding the wedding. Christ, they better have soundproofing in this place, or Rocky and I are going to get banned. A couple of weeks ago, we almost got arrested when he pulled over to the side of the road just because someone couldn’t wait to get home. That someone could have been me, we’re still not entirely sure who made the first move, but we could’ve landed in jail if the cop hadn’t been a fan of Rocky. We only got away because my husband agreed to sign an autograph for the eager fan.
It's easy to forget how much fame and money Rocky actually has because he has always lived so modestly.
We never learn, it seems. At least this time we’re inside a hotel room unlike that one time we couldn’t make it into the room and made love right outside our door.
This feral way about us has been there from the first moment we touched, and it’s just as potent even as my nails drag down his muscles, no doubt tearing at the skin. It’s still here as Rocky drills into me like a sex-starved animal.
“I love you,” he breathes into my skin, his deep voice sending a delicious tug down my spine, and when he drops his hand between my legs, his thick finger teasing my trembling clit is enough to send me over to the edge.
I climax with a sob, clenching painfully around his thick cock even as a tremble shakes my body. It goes on forever, my flesh spasming around him and triggering his own orgasm. He rams hard into my sex as he spills his seed into my womb, filling me with endless spurts and sending some trailing down my leg.
“Fuck,” he grunts into my ear. “You’re so fucking perfect, baby. You have no idea how thankful I am that you came banging at my door that night.”
“I . . . I did not bang,” I say, trying and failing to catch my breath. “I just knocked. Politely.”
“Of course, my love,” he humors me. “Now what was your question you asked before we got distracted?”
“If you’re happy?”
“Happy doesn’t begin to describe how you make me feel, Dawn,” he murmurs into my ear, kissing my bare back as he pulls his cock from my trembling sex. “Now let’s go get married. Again.”
~The End
