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“Hey!” I shout as I slap his arm. I won’t be ignored. He can do this to me in the office, but this was as much a shock to me as it was to him. He could at least pretend he understands how I feel about it all.
“¡Dios mío!6” he roars, and I’m taken aback by his rage as I’m left with a red-faced Diego acting as if he’s ready to shred me to bits.
I know what happens in horror movies when this happens.
You fucking run.
I try to do that, but I’m not used to heels, especially ones this high, so I kind of stumble on the floor. He lifts me up in one swoop.
“Put me down! Put me down! ¡Dejarme7!” I scream as he walks as if I’m as light as a feather. In any other setting, this would be romantic, but with my new husband, it’s far from it. Until we reach a bush, and just like I commanded, he drops me.
He doesn’t put me down. He just lets go.
“My leg!” I scream in pain.
Then he helps me to my feet. It’s as if I’m not in control of my senses, let alone my mind, with his face so close to mine. He’s holding my face, and the reflection of the moonlight is the only light I have to see he’s angry.
Maybe.
I can feel his heart beating next to mine and his other hand making its way up my dress. Then he grabs my butt and says, “No underwear on your wedding day.”
“I’m wearing atanga8.”
I would never buy a thong in a million years, and the worst part is that they aren’t even mine. Some part of me wonders if Belén had everything planned. She insisted on me wearing them.
“I love thongs. Your butt is so tight and full, ready to be pinched.”
He squeezes so tight it’s borderline painful, but it doesn’t feel that way. If anything, it’s as if he desires me so much and this is why he did that. Our mouths are so close as he lifts me up his six-foot-two frame. I wrap my legs around him as if on cue. We’re stuck in this position, as if each breath I exhale he inhales and vice versa. I smile at the idea of him only tasting chocolate on my breath whereas with his, it’s a mixture of champagne andjamón9.
No more do I have the fighting spirit that I had when he lifted me up like some caveman and carried me in here, but I just want him to kiss me already. What’s he waiting for?
One hand moves to my back and the other to my butt as he leans me against the wall. It’s cold and tiled, no doubt a feature for the gardens, but I’m not here to examine my surroundings, only to be with my husband, even if I signed the registry as my sister. His hand shifts from holding my leg, to in between my thighs, slowly making his way to my entrance.
“You like that, don’t you?”
Before I have a chance to react or say a word, he moves the thong out of the way which starts to turn me on. I don’t have a chance to react before he snaps it.
Someone could see us, or even hear us. But then none of this seems to bother Diego, and it becomes the least of my worries as he continues to tease me by moving his hand nearer and nearer to my entrance.
“Come!” he commands, and like that, without even his finger touching my pussy, I start to grind against it, because I'm so turned on right now. Then, I close my eyes as I enjoy the sensation of his finger as it slips inside of me. He creates circles in and out of me. Every time his finger leaves, it’s as if there’s an emptiness inside of my pussy and I want it back.
“Good girl,” he snarls, holding me in position. I’ve lost all control and am not even holding back, but just coming as I let go off all the stress of the day.
Being late to help my sister on her wedding day.
The wedding becoming mine.
Her leaving and not saying a word.
Then he starts to play with my clit. No more holding back as if he loves to watch me. I open my eyes and there he is just holding me in position and watching my every move.
“Sí!”
“Come on. I know you want to.”
He’s not wrong, as I don’t try to resist coming and completely let go. He traces another finger in and out of me.
“Imagine if it were my cock inside of you.”
