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She turns to Noah. “Do you, Noah, take Ashton as your wedded husband?”

“I do. Forever. Only death will separate us.”

“By the power vested in me by the state of Washington and Ordainit.com, it’s my honor to present Ashton and Noah James. You two can kiss to your hearts’ content.”

“I plan to kiss you to my heart’s content for the rest of my life,” Noah croons, cupping my face, and doing what he said he’d do—kissing me to his heart’s content.

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We can’t contain ourselves.

We drove the two plus hours straight from the ceremony, after the little dinner party Kate hosted, with all the things married couples do. Even with a small guest list, it gave us time to visit with everyone who is important to us. We had our first dance, shoved cake in each other’s faces, and listened to Liam and Tia give their speeches.

It was a beautiful day. A wonderful day. And it’s not over yet. We hurry from the car to the back door of the cabin, and don’t make it past the kitchen.

We’re still in our suits, which makes it a little challenging, but I need to fuck my husband. I have no patience. We promised we’d be good until we were able to be by ourselves. But, we’re hungry, frantic, and to be honest, a little violently aggressive for the other.

“I knew I should have changed into my track pants,” Ash huffs; he’s making quick work of my belt, unzipping my jeans. He drops to his knees, his fingers digging into my thighs, and twists my body around. He’s passing go and collecting two hundred dollars as his tongue begins to lick my hole. His fingers push past the tightness, and with his tongue and magic fingers, I’ll come all over the granite countertops if he’s not careful.

“Fuck me, husband of mine. I need you to fuck me right now.”

We’re not patient, as our dress shirts are still on our bodies. I’m naked from the waist down, and I’ve missed how many clothes my husband still has on.My husband. My husband is rimming me, my husband is fingering me. My husband is about to top me, fuck me, make love to me, and when he’s done, it’ll be my turn to fuck him.

“You’re my husband, Ash. I will fuck my husband, and my husband will fuck me. My sweet Ashton. As much as I’ll never tire of fucking you or being fucked by you, more so, I’ll never tire of calling you my husband.”

He’s quiet, but his goal is apparent. He’s going to make me pass out from the pleasure by his hand. He’s finger fucking me, tongue fucking me and…

“Holy heavens and the angels fucking sing, I’m about to come.” His hand cups my ball sack, and when I’m about to release my wedding jizz all over the kitchen, he spins me around, shoves my cock down his throat, and I come in his mouth. An orgasming penis is super sensitive but fuck me twice, and he sure as hell will, his tongue wrings out every part of my orgasm.

“Holy shit balls, Ash, you gotta do that again. Yeah. And now I’m dead.”

He spins me back, my body facing the counter, and pushes my torso flat on the surface. “If you think that’s something, wait until I dick you up.” This is Ash, and I love to be dicked up by him.

Somewhere, somehow, he’s found lube. “Fuck me hard, husband. Fuck me so hard.”

“That I can do.” He moves his face around to mine. “And you’ll take it like the slut you are for my cock, my husband the cock whore.”

“Shit! Holy hell. Call me names. Do what you want, but push that cock in me. Without you, I feel so fucking lonely, honey.”

He’s not gentle. I don’t want him to be. He thrusts inside, fast and hard. “I love you so much, Noah James.”

His pace increases but he’s holding on to his orgasm, and I’m fucking here for the ride. “Want my cum to fill you up, my dirty cum slut?”

His dirty talk may be the only reason I come again, so soon.

“I love it when you take charge, tell me how it’s going to be.” He’s pretty bossy when he bottoms, but he’s downright obscene when he fucks me.

“Let’s see, you’re my jizz taker, my cock whore, cum slut. Fuck, baby. I’m going to come, but I want to be inside of you for so much longer.”

“Um, Ash?”

“Yeah, my cock whore?”

I’m not expecting words, which sends a shiver down my spine. “We have our whole lives together. What we don’t do now, we can do later because we have forever.”

“Holy fuck. Your words are pure poetry. And believe me, I won’t make it an hour before I’ll want to do this again.”

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