Page 103 of Heartstrings & Horseshoes

Connor shakes Reid’s hand, and hugs CJ goodbye.

Three of the most important people in our lives get into the car to presumably head back to the airport to return to Colorado.

Only half an hour has passed since we stepped out of the limo, and in that short time, everything has changed.

Our limo pulls away from the chapel and we have our first private moment as husband and wife.

I straddle Connor’s lap and crash my lips to his. His throaty laugh sends vibrations to my core. I kiss his neck, unknotting his tie, unbuttoning his shirt, and trailing kisses onto his chest.

“Baby, what are you doing?” Connor groans but doesn’t stop me.

I wrench his clothes aside to reveal the sun tattooed on his pec. I trace it reverently with my tongue, overflowing with love because he got this tattoo for me years ago, years before he knew I loved him back.

“I love you so much, Connor. I can’t find the words. I need you.” I’m burning up and need him inside me. He thickens in his pants and shamelessly grinds me down onto him.

“We’ll be in our hotel room in a few minutes, and you’re going to take your husband’s cock into this tight little cunt.” I moan at the delicious friction between my legs.

The rest of the drive passes with heated promises and sparks of incomplete orgasms. By the time we get to our room, I’m feral for him.

Connor carries me across the threshold to our marital bed. As soon as he sets me down, I’m on him. I carefully set his cowboy hat on the nightstand before I ravish my new husband.

We kiss and hump like teenagers, and it’s hotter and more fun than I could’ve dreamed. Laughter fills our suite as we fumble out of our boots. I unwrap him from his tuxedo and he takes his time peeling me out of my wedding dress.

Connor lays on his stomach and shoves his shoulders between my thighs, holding me open for him. He licks me through my lace thong, soaked with my arousal.

Nothing will ever be better than this—having the man of my dreams, the love of my life, my husband, bathing me in pleasure.

“Sorry doll, I hope you didn’t like these too much,” Connor says as he rips the delicate lace from my body and discards it on the floor.

His tongue spears inside me, and I go delirious the same way I always do when his mouth makes love to me. I’m already close from dry humping him in the limo and on the bed, so when his beard scrapes my inner thighs as he sucks my clit into his mouth, penetrating me with two thick fingers, I come.

I’m shaking in the aftermath of my explosive orgasm as Connor kneels between my legs, trailing wet kisses up my belly and across my breasts. I need him inside me, now.

“Fuck me, husband.” Connor’s pupils blow, his chocolate eyes going molten with lust.

He fists his cock and smears the pre-cum from his slit down his length. He knows how much I love watching him touch himself.

“You want your husband to fuck you, baby?” He notches at my entrance. “Does my wife need her husband’s cock deep inside her?” The tip of his cock breaches my hole, and I tighten around it involuntarily.

“I need my husband’s cock. Please, baby. I need you,” I beg.

He slides into me achingly slowly, in halfway and back to the tip until I’m delirious.

“My wife,” Connor growls as he punches his hips forward, filling me completely.

“Yes!” I cry.

“You’re my wife.” Thrust. “Mine.” Thrust. “Say it,” he demands.

“I’m your wife.” Thrust. “Yours.” Thrust. “Always yours.” I whimper.

Primal need radiates from him, instinct taking over as he fucks into me with abandon.

“And what am I, baby? Who am I?” he taunts.

“My husband.” His thrusts becomes erratic, and I know he’s close.

“You’re my husband. You’re mine.” I moan, grabbing his tight ass to pull him deeper, my nails digging into his flesh.