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“What the hell are you talking about, saving her?” Emerson growls in demand.
“I’ll explain in a moment. Right now, I need my Cupcake,” I tell him, then lace my fingers through the back of her hair and pull her face to mine. I kiss her like a man in need of air and she’s the oxygen tank that will be my key to survival.
She whimpers and moans as our tongues tangle together in a needy mess.
Quickly, I make work of moving as much of this damn dress as I can with my free hand, not daring to break away from my woman.
When I feel the warmth of her pussy, I brush my knuckles against her panties. She moans into the kiss, grinding her core against my painfully hard cock.
With fumbling hands, I free myself, then move her panties to the side, line my cock up with her dripping entrance, and shove her down, making her take my fat cock in one go.
She cries out, and I groan, “So fucking tight.” In the haze of things, I forgot how big I was.
“Oh, god, Alistair,” she sobs out.
“That's it, Cupcake. Scream my name,” I growl, gripping her hips and forcing her to ride me. She feels like heaven, so wet and warm, strangling my cock like a vice grip.
She pulls back enough to brace herself on my shoulders, her nails digging in. I can feel them through the fabric of my jacket, that's how hard she’s gripping me.
I fucking love it, snarling as I work her on my cock, hard and fast.
Her lips part, chest heaving, eyes lidded as she revels in the pleasure I’m giving her. “You feel so fucking perfect, Scarlett,” I growl. “I’ve been dreaming of this pussy since that night. Aching to be inside you again.”
“Me too,” she whines. “Oh, fuck, you're so big. I-I don’t think I can do this.”
“You can, and you fucking will. Take my cock, Scarlett, cum for me, and scream my fucking name.”
Emerson moves closer and moves his hand under her dress. When she closes her eyes, her head drops back in pleasure, and I know he’s rubbing her clit.
“Cum for him, Scarlett. Remember how much of a good girl you are? How much you were begging for our cocks and cum? You're doing so fucking good, taking every thick inch of him.”
“Oh, god, yes! Emerson, Alistair, fuck!” she sobs.
I already feel myself barreling toward my orgasm as I frantically fuck into her.
“So good. So fucking good,” I moan, breathing heavily.
“Don’t stop. Please, I’m so close,” she begs.
“That's it, Cupcake. Cum for us. Cover my cock in your cum, so I can fill your cunt with mine,” I snarl, and she comes apart. Her cries of pleasure fill the back of the limo, and she cums so hard, she falls forward.
I grip her ass hard enough I know it’s going to leave bruises, thrusting up into her one last time before letting out a long, pained groan. “Fuuuuck.” My cock jerks inside her, filling her cunt with rope after rope of my warm cum until I can feel it leaking out of her and onto my dress pants.
A dopey smile finds my face as I close my eyes, wrapping my arms around her. I pet her head and murmur praises of how well she did, of how good she made me feel, as we both catch our breath.
“Now, if you're done fucking my wife, do you mind telling me what the fuck is going on?”
CHAPTER 11
EMERSON
Alistair and my new wife both turn to me, cheeks flushed and shy smiles on their faces. “Any day now, I’d love to know what the hell is going on? Do you always cheat on your husband minutes after you say I do? Your sudden change of heart makes a lot more sense now, Alistair. Seems you’ve been keeping secrets.”
After helping my wife off his cock, Alistair offers her paper towels from the limo's small bar to clean up as best she can. He tucks himself away and smirks when he sees her straightening that god-awful wedding dress.
“You knew? So you played me on the phone? Why? You could have just told me.” Scarlett looks at him, her expression full of pain and unanswered questions.
“I didn’t know until you called, Cupcake. If it was someone else you were about to marry, I promise I would have rushed to your rescue. But you told me about the church and, of course, this is where Emerson’s nuptials were taking place. No church can hold two weddings simultaneously. This is a sign. You were meant to be mine… ours,” he whispers, his voice filled with longing.
