I notch myself at her entrance, pause, as my forehead presses to hers.
“Ready to let me in, Mrs. Soon-to-Be-Hayes?”
Her laugh is soft, breathless, perfect. “Been ready since the first night I walked into your bar.”
I push in slowly, letting her feel every inch. When I’m buried to the hilt, when she’s wrapped around me like she was made for this exact moment, I kiss her like it’s the only promise that matters right now.
“I do,” I whisper against her lips.
She smiles through fresh tears. “I do.”
Her nails rake lightly down my back as her lips part on a shaky exhale. “Reed…”
I brush my lips against hers, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes.
“Feel that?” I whisper. “Every inch in this sweet cunt.”
She nods, her eyes glassy as her hips rock in tiny, helpless circles.
“I need—” Her voice cracks. She swallows, tryingagain. “I need it harder, Reed. Please. I want to feel you as I walk down the aisle.”
Fuckkk. My cock twitches hard inside her.
I rest my forehead against hers. “You beg so pretty, baby. Don’t stop, let me hear you.”
She whimpers as her hands slide down to my lower back, urging me closer, deeper.
“Harder,” she breathes. “Please, fuck me harder. I want it rough. Can you do that for me?”
I groan, pulling my cock almost out, until just the tip is stretching her entrance, before I snap my hips forward.
The bedframe knocks against the wall as her cries echo throughout the room.
“Yes, yes, like that?—”
I do it again, setting an intentional but brutal rhythm. Every thrust bottoms out, my balls slapping against her, as my cock grinds against her sweet spot that makes her sob my name.
“Harder,” she begs again, her fingers pulling my hair gently. “Reed, please, don’t hold back?—”
I shift my angle, hooking one of her legs over my shoulder so I can go deeper, open her wider.
“Like that, baby?” I rasp against her ear, picking up the pace as my hips snap with real force now. “You want me to fuck you like I own you? Like this cunt is mine to ruin before I put my ring on your finger?”
“Yes, God, yes—” Her nails dig into my shoulders hard enough to leave half-moons. “Ruin me.”
I give her what she’s begging for.
My thrusts turn punishing, each one driving the air from her lungs in sharp little gasps. The headboard bangs rhythmically against the wall as the bed creaks under us.
Her breasts bounce with each thrust as her pussy gripsme so tightly I can barely control myself from coming right now.
“You feel that?” I growl, my voice shredded. “Gonna leave you sore, baby.”
She’s crying now; happy, overwhelmed tears slipping down her temples.
“R-Reed, I’m, I’m gonna?—”
“Come,” I command, slamming in hard, reaching down to touch her clit, giving her that extra pressure she needs. “Come on this cock, baby.”
