Page 100 of Race or Ruin

“Are you ready, Bellamy?” the coordinator asked.

“Yes. I’m ready.”

The coordinator led the way to two closed doors. She reached for the handles and was going to open them when Bellamy asked, “Will this be shown live online to our family?”

“Yes. If they’ve logged in, they’ll be able to see it all.” The coordinator touched her arm in a comforting manner. “Congratulations on your big day. I’ve gotta say that man of yours is lethal. It’s a good thing you’re marrying him, I’ve had to shoo away two other prospective brides and a couple of their bridesmaids,” she teased.

Her words had the effect she desired. Bellamy could feel the smile spreading across her face although a pinch of jealousy for a brief moment. Time to get down that aisle and tie that bad ass biker to her for life. She nodded her head to the coordinator and the door was pulled open. She waited for the music to begin, then started her trek down the path of pale pink rose petals.

Her breath caught in her chest at the sight of Race standing at the front of the room. He was wearing a nice pair of dark jeans, a white button-up shirt and his cut. His boots were clean and shiny. He stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, his hands clasped in front of him. Even from this distance she could see the flare of heat in his eyes as he got his first good look at her. It made her happy that he liked what he saw.

The whole ceremony took maybe twenty minutes from Race’s “You look beautiful” as she finally made it to him to the “I dos” at the end. It had been quick and simple. Just like them.

When it was time to kiss the bride, she felt one of his big hands cup the back of her head while the other palmed her butt, bringing her in closer to feel how very excited he was to call her wife.

Now they were back in their room and their phones were dinging like crazy with friends and family wanting to wish them congratulations. Race texted Dagger and told him to spread the word that he and Bellamy appreciated their well wishes but were moving on to the honeymoon portion of their trip and to leave them the hell alone. They’d be back tomorrow evening.

“Fucking beautiful, baby.” Race pulled Bellamy into his arms, lowering his head until his lips met hers in a sweet but sexy kiss. “I threw wood as soon as you started down the aisle. That’s why I had my hands clasped in front of me. Didn’t want the fuckers back home to see.”

“You were looking mighty fine up there yourself.”

“As gorgeous as you are in that dress, gotta get it off of you. Wanna fuck you, Mrs. Walker.”

“Is that so, Mr. Walker?” She smiled playfully up at him.

“Yeah.” He took her by the shoulders and gently spun her around so he could unbutton her dress. What should have taken mere seconds to accomplish took a little longer with his big fingers trying to maneuver those tiny buttons. “If you weren’t so fond of this dress, I’d rip it open back here so I could get you out of it.”

Bellamy chuckled and tried to stand still while he worked to get the buttons unfastened. “Please don’t. I rented it. I have to return it tomorrow.” Biting into her bottom lip, she reached behind her until she found his hard cock under his jeans. She closed her eyes and moaned, imagining all the things Race would do to her once he freed her.

“Fucking finally. I swear. I think these dresses are specifically made to torture the groom. All he can think about is getting his woman naked so he can fuck the living daylights out of her and the damn thing is like a steel trap.” He slipped the dress over her shoulders and down her arms until it was a puddle of white at her feet. He kissed the side of her neck and took a step back, watching as she stepped out of her dress.

“Fuck me.” His voice was low and gravelly with tension and need, causing her already wet panties to get even wetter.

Bellamy turned to find Race running a hand down his face as he stared at what she was left wearing. “You like?” She held her hands out to her sides, allowing him time to take it all in.

“Uh yeah, I like.”

She wore an adhesive bra so it wouldn’t be seen through her dress, a white sheer lace g-string, thigh-high white stockings and white high heel shoes. She’d never worn a bra like that before, but it did it’s job. She couldn’t say it was the most comfortable thing she’d ever worn, but she’d kept worrying her boobs were going to pop out and be seen in the shear part of the dress. That’s all she needed; side boob in all her pictures.

She reached for the buttons on his shirt and went to work. When she got to the waistband of his jeans, she pulled the shirttail out to get to the rest of them. She helped him get his cut off which he placed in a chair close to the bed. Then off went his shirt. All that hard muscle just for her. Just for her hands to explore and just for her mouth to enjoy. She smoothed her hands over his lightly-haired chest, loving the feel under her palms. She skimmed them down to his belt and set about getting it unbuckled and his jeans unfastened. Using her thumbs hooked into the sides of his jeans, she slowly worked them over his hips. It didn’t take long for her to see that he was commando and as soon as his pants cleared his hips, his hard cock bounced into view.

Her breath sped up and she licked her lips. Her pussy clenched and she couldn’t wait any longer to touch him. Wrapping her hand around his hard cock, she looked up his body from her position of kneeling at his feet to find him watching her. His jaw was clenched tight, his focus hot and intent.

“If you keep looking at my dick like that, you’re going to have to suck it.” He smoothed his hand over the top of her head.

She didn’t need to be told twice. Sucking his cock was exactly what she wanted to do. She slowly stroked her hand down his length and back, giving it a little squeeze toward the top. A drop of precum was her reward. She couldn’t hide her satisfied grin if she tried, loving the way he reacted to her touch. Unable to stop herself, she hummed as she took him into her mouth, making a big production of licking the fluid off as he watched.

Race inhaled sharply, the hand that had been stroking her hair gently moments ago, he now gripped more tightly. The man couldn’t help it. He was all alpha male and thank God he’d never change. The man had to be in charge of everything. Except, once in a while he’d allow Bellamy to be in charge. For a little while he’d let her play, then he’d flip her to her back and take over. Kind of like what he was getting ready to do at any moment.

She swallowed his cock and sucked him deep, using her tongue to tease the head as she came back to the tip. She carried on in this fashion for a few more minutes, occasionally reaching between his legs to fondle his balls.

“Baby, I’m not going to come down your throat. The first time I take you as my wife, my cock is going to be balls deep inside you when I come.” It would seem her new husband had reached his limit. He pulled himself from her mouth with a ‘pop,’ reached beneath her arms and helped her to her feet. “Bed. Now,” he commanded as he got his jeans the rest of the way off along with his boots.

She was lying in the middle of the bed, her legs spread wide as she watched him prowl toward her, his hard cock swinging. She licked her lips as her body vibrated in anticipation. There was no way he would miss how soaked her panties had gotten. He stopped between her legs, on his knees. His mouth curved upward, the outer corners of his eyes crinkling. “Pretty proud of yourself bringing me to my knees, aren’t you?”

Her head dipped to the side, her smile seductive. “Maybe.”

He grunted and took himself in hand, leisurely stroking his cock. “Take that bra thing off.”

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