My hands tighten on her ass. “I am marrying you.”
“I mean today.” She grabs my crotch, making me hiss. “I’m having a big, huge wedding.”
I kick off my pants, fishing a condom out first.
“I’m spending way too much time wedding planning.” She grabs the condom and slides it on my cock.
I slip two fingers in her cunt as she leans forward to kiss me sloppily on the corner of my mouth.
“I want the big bachelorette party at a fancy resort. Then I want you to see my slutty Instagram photos and show up in my hotel room and bend me over and fuck my pussy then my ass just so you remind me that I’m yours.”
I spread her pussy, angling her so she can impale herself on me.
“Fuck, your cock feels so good.” Her breath catches as she rolls her hips. “I want that big-ass cake with all the sprinkles.”
I finger her clit and grab her bare ass under the dress.
“I want piñatas.” She rakes her nails down my chest. “That look like our faces.”
I sit up to grab at her tits then pull them out so I can suck them. She shoves me back down on the bed.
“I want tons of flowers and candles down the aisle and a huge Princess Diana dress.”
I flip her over so I can pound into her, her legs wrapped around me, fucking her so hard into the lumpy mattress I think the bed’s going to break.
“Then I want you to take me on a fancy honeymoon and fuck me without a condom and give me a baby that looks just like you.”
“Shit, Jenna.” I curse as her pussy tightens around me, then she’s coming on my cock.
Just thinking about my come in her pussy means I’m jerking into her, kissing her, telling her I love her more than anything in the world.
“I want to marry you,” I tell her, still tangled up in her. “The ferry leaves at five. The courthouse opens at seven. Can we take that VW bus?”
“Wait, what?” Jenna pushes her hair out of her face. “Didn’t you hear me?”
“I thought you were just…” I gesture. “I don’t know, doing some sort of role-play.”
“I love that you planned a whole wedding, McCarthy. No one’s ever done that for me before.” She kisses my bicep.
“Three fiancés. You’d think one of them would have.”
She slaps my chest. “I have a Pinterest board, McCarthy. I have been waiting for this moment for my entire life. Yes, it’s pathetic, and yes, I am a victim of the fairy-tale wedding industrial complex, but I will have my big wedding.”
“What about your no-presents rule?”
“That was for clients.”
“I’m still your client,” I remind her.
“Dammit.”
I kiss her anywhere I can reach. “I think I can convince you to break your rules for me. I mean, I have a pretty good track record of it.”
“Fine. But in addition to the massive wedding, I want a baby shower like the one fromFather of the Bride 2, with the storks and everything.”
“That’s illegal in Washington state.” I kiss her. “But you will marry me eventually?”
“This isn’t exactly the proposal I was hoping for, but honestly, I’ve had worse. So yes, I accept!”
