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Beneath the table at the Ladyboy Caberet and the alleyway outside.
Magical tattoos and monastery’s curse.
A gambling den and squirting in the face of a mafia don.
Making love beneath a waterfall and orgasming in Lock’s arms.
And now…this.
First comes tequila, then comes love, then comes marriage.
But before that…I guess I ought to come, too.
It’s only par for the course that I should squeeze one last orgasm in before we become man and wife.
And I comehard, humping Lock’s face in desperation and losing control. He wraps his arms around me, pulling my cunt flush with his lips and tongue and teeth. I find myself cradled in his arms, fully supported by his strength, while the candles flicker golden all around us.
My body twitches and spasms and takes every wave of pleasure that Lock doles out, just like always…
But it’s different this time.
It’smore.
“Fuck,” I swear. My chest is heaving, and my body feels full of the same light that surrounds us. Now, the world is glowing on the outside and glowing from within, too. “Lock…”
He smiles up at me, lips glistening with my honey. “Yes, my bride?”
“I want to suck your cock real, real bad right now, handsome.”
“Mm. Beautiful.”
He slides a hand up my stomach, stroking the bodice of my wedding gown. It’s gorgeous, inlaid with crystals and pearls. When I asked Ladyboy Celine Dion where she got it, she put her finger to her lips and poured me another shot.
I didn’t ask again.
“Please, Lock.” I can feel my mouth watering just at the prospect of having his cock between my lips again before he makes me his wife. “I can be quick about it.”
A devilish gleam appears in Lock’s eyes.
“Who said anything about being quick?” he asks me, and suddenly my world’s spinning.
Before I know it, it’s Lock who’s got his back against the temple wall.
He’s not wearing anything fancy, but I don’t mind. Somehow, it’s difficult for me to imagine Lock in a suit or a tie. His white button-down is buttoned down just a little too far, and his tan slacks are just a little too tight.
He’s perfect, is what he is. And the tightness in his pants…well, that’s gotta be at least 25% bulging hard-on.
We’ll see if they don’t accommodate him a little better once I’m done draining his balls.
As I pull his cock out for what feels like the dozenth time tonight, I can’t help but marvel at what a fuckingmanI’m about to marry. I don’t subscribe to any of that alpha male bullshit that I’m supposed to believe in…but at the same time, I can’t help but feel like maybe I’ve just been waiting all this time to meet therightalpha male.
Lock’s an asshole. I’ll give him that. He’s a womanizer and a playboy, and he thinks too fucking highly of himself—all of that’s true.
But he’s also cultured. And he’s fucking gorgeous. We want the same things out of life, and at this point, I’m finally realizing how important that is.
Eggs would have had me scrubbing the floors in his shadow while he fought the good fight.
Lock and I can fight that fight side-by-side.
