by King Ellie
“You know how long I’ve been waiting to just fuck your brains out?” he says as he removes his suit jacket.
In true rockstar fashion, Bowie’s chest is bare under his suit jacket. The only accessories there are his multiple necklaces. He looks fantastic and I watch him as he throws it somewhere, not caring if it hits the floor. “Get on the vanity. We only have so much time.”
“30 minutes to be exact,” I say breathlessly.
Bowie smirks and runs his fingers through his hair, “That’s not enough time for me but we’ll make do. Maybe a little quickie to get you pumped and ready for the altar.” He says as he walks over to.
He unbuttons my pants, pulling them down with my panties too. Bambi groans and he shoves me against the wall instead. Bowie doesn’t even take the time to warn me as he kneels down, lifts my leg and I cry out as I feel his mouth on my pussy. I throw my head back because it’s too intense and too much all at the same time. Bowie is the King of eating pussy right along with Phoenix. I swear both of them could eat pussy for hours. I don’t know where they had the practice from but I know that I’m lucky to have men whose biggest desire is to please rather than receive.
“Bow…” I cry out, my body shaking hard even though he has yet to begin what he truly wants to do. Bowie groans deep, and it vibrates through my entire body. I throw my head back against the wall and I cum hard. Bowie sucks on my clit while I cum and I feel light-headed.
Bowie comes up my body, he pulls me into a kiss that drives me wild. I know he wants to take this slow but I also know we don’t have the time for that. I hear as Bowie fumbles with his belt buckle while kissing me. After a second, Bowie does what Bowie does best, he slips inside of me and I feel way too full. I shudder but he doesn’t let go. He doesn’t even give me a second to breathe. I don’t even know when my leg came out of my pants, but it did. He lifts my leg up and he thrusts deeper. I rip my lips away from him and I moan; I know if anyone is passing by, they can hear me. “God, baby, you feel so damned good,” Bowie whispers. He tugs my bottom lip in his mouth, sucking hard as he fucks me even harder.
“I can’t take it anymore,” I cry out. “I’m going to cum, Bowie, I really am,” I moan again.
“Good. Gush on my dick, lovely, make me cum just as hard inside you.”
Bowie touches, kisses and fucks me like he’s performing. My breath is cut short because of the intensity of his thrusts. The power in how he fucks me makes me want to shout his name for the world to hear. “Condom…” I breathlessly say.
“Yeah, take this raw dick the best way you know how, little baby,” he grunts.
“God…” I shout as I cum.
Bowie picks up speed and strength, giving me more than I could ever ask for. I know my make-up is ruined and I don’t care. I smile as Bowie groans loudly as he cums. “God, I love this pussy.”
“You love me too, right?” I tease as I look him in the eye.
He snickers. “Shut up, little asshole.” He kisses me hard and when we pull away, Phoenix grunts. We turn to look at him and he tugs hard on his exposed dick and cum.
“Fuck, this is how it should always be.”
Phoenix
“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride,” the priest announces.
I smirk pulling back Bambi’s veil and I grab her jaw. Instead of kissing her, I turn to look at our guests in attendance. “Leave,” I say.
It surprises most people at my command but Andres eyes me up and down, cocking his brow. I bite my lip, giving him a boyish grin and shrug my shoulder. He lightly chuckles, causing other people to stare at him with astonishment. He stands, fixing his suit buttons, taking his sweet time just to taunt me. He grabs Kal’s hand and places his hand in his pockets then he walks out of the room with my nephew in tow. His men, the ones who protect him after me, follow without a word. Majority knows what’s going to happen. Orion glares at me and stands but I don’t care for him as he whispers something in Ainslee’s ear.
Ainslee’s eyes widen and her mischievous smile makes me smile wider. This was always me and Ainslee’s problem, we enjoyed doing crazy shit way too much as kids. Ainslee gives me a wink and pulls Jagger. He still doesn’t get what’s going on. He’s still trying to understand everything. Keep up, motherfucker.
Bambi’s whimper and the slight swat of her hand catches my hand. I turn to face her while the other guests leave. I grunt and I reach out with my other hand grabbing the soft material of her white pant suit combo. I smirk at the choice of her wardrobe. She gave me a hard-on when she stepped out for me to see her as she walked down the aisle. Her diamond encrusted veil is her train making up for the lack of dress. I eye her again, lust taking over my body so powerful, I’m glad that I didn’t fuck her in these three weeks that we waited. We’re going to wear her out. Her oversized white blazer lets me get a perfect view of tits as they sit so pretty for me in the low-neck position. Her pants are not tight, but they fit nicely, and I groan when I notice the heels she’s wearing.
I’m going to fuck her up against the wall with her wearing them. They match the veil and the spikes on them look like they could hurt me, which I want so badly. I tighten my hold on the lapels of her blazer and pull her to me. I lean down and kiss her hard, not caring about the people I hear either shuffling out or whispering. I smile as my hands abandon where they were positioned before as they travel lower and lower until I reach the buttons of her pants. Bambi holds on to my arms as the sound of her zipper fills the air. I dip my fingers in her pants and rip my lips away from her when I realize that she went commando for the wedding. I stare at her as I play with her clit.
“What is he doing?” I hear someone whisper.
“Dirty fuck.” I hear Ares with amusement in his voice.
“Ssstop, Mar—.” Bambi begins and I glare at her.
“Say it!” I yell as I get rougher. I stop playing nice and I can tell by the crackle in the air that my demeanor has changed. Those who have never seen this side of me had better be out of the damn hall. “Call me that name so I can fuck you while everyone is still shuffling out, pretending like they don’t want to see what I’ll do next.” I smile, knowing what I look like to Bambi.
I must look like the devil in disguise finally showing his true self, his horns on full display. She faces a dilemma. Call me by my proper name in front of everyone else or call me Markos and pay for that shit. Either way, she loses. Ever since I first laid my eyes on her, there was this look, this glint in her eyes when she’s about to do something that even she knows is dangerous. It’s so clear that I drip pre-cum. I speed up the assault on her clit and she throws her head back, forgetting about everyone.
“Markos!” She yells out and I chuckle like a fucking crazy person. This is a genuine victory and my balls are heavy wanting me to stick my dick in her and cum so hard, my toes curl in these expensive ass shoes.
I pull my hand out of her pants and lick my fingers. I pop them out of my mouth, sniffing my fingers, and my lashes flutter shut from her scent. “Get on your knees, Bams. You’ve got until I open my eyes.”
“Nix,” she whispers, only for me to hear, which means she’s closer to my body.
I feel like my body temperature has skyrocketed. I open my eyes and grab her pants. I grip the ends of the zipper with both hands and pull them apart. I hear gasps as her pants rip in half, but I know what I’m doing. I would never expose my girl like that so her oversized jacket is covering her, well barely. I let the pants fall to the floor and I sidestep her, turning her around to face the small crowd we seem to still have. The founding family members are a bunch of kinky fucks that don’t know when to leave the room. I know that it’s like watching a car accident, you shouldn’t be looking but you can’t look away. If these people think I can’t perform in front of them, tough luck. Luckily, Bambi’s adoptive parents are flying in later on for the reception or they would’ve fainted.
I unbutton my black suit jacket, contrasting all the white that’s around. Th
e theme with what the guests had to wear makes me stick out like a sore thumb, but fuck it, it’s our wedding. I shrug off the suit jacket, letting it fall wherever as I loosen my tie. I cock my brow when I notice Esme is looking at me like I’m a fucking nut. Oh, you poor, poor girl, consider yourself lucky or this would’ve been you and your parents would’ve murdered us.
I smirk at her and turn my attention back on my baby. I lean in closer and I know Bambi’s eyes are shut. I lean in her ear, “you pay when you disobey me, sugar. You know that, but I think you enjoy it. I think you want me to take you like this.” I groan in her ear as I bite down on her earlobe. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that the DJ setting up in the next room is going to have to blast the music to drown out your pleas. Fuck, you’ll be begging me to let you cum, but baby, you won’t. We, your husbands, control your body, your mind and your soul with how much you love us so get ready for me to fuck your love.”
I unbutton my pants and unzip; I pull out my hardened dick, rubbing the pre-cum right on her blazer. She knows what I’m doing. I lean in grabbing her hips and as if she realizes what’s going to happen, Bambi grasps my wrists fast as I lift her and slide home. “Fuck!” I cry out the same time she whimpers.
I didn’t think about how tight she’d be. How sliding in her warm, wet pussy would shake me to my core? Fuck. I just didn’t think. The world disappears as I lift her up and down off my shaft. Each time, Bambi’s hair—that she straightened and is down the middle of her back—slaps me in the face while the spikes of her heels graze my thighs. No, this isn’t enough.
I drop to my knees with her in my arms. Bambi places her palms flat on the floor along with her knees, arching her back. I groan as my dick twitches at that move alone. She remembers how I like her position. I sit up gripping her wrist as I thrust in her like I’ve wanted to since I first saw her again. I slap her ass hard not losing momentum and she cries out. I slap it again and again, interchangeably making sure each cheek gets the proper attention.
“Nix!” She yells out as the DJ does exactly what I said he would. He drowns out her moans and cries. I’m the only one who hears her call me that name.
By now, everyone has left the hall scarred for sure except for Bowie Hanlon. He doesn’t even care that I’m staring him in the eye as I fuck our girl. One thing about Bowie is that he loves to torture himself with Bambi. He likes to wait it out, tease himself until he can’t take it anymore, and then he’s going to completely destroy her again. His eyes flicker down to Bambi and he watches in fascination as he gets to see what her face looks like when she’s being fucked by me. He unzips and removes his dick from his pants. Dirty motherfucker. The quickie was just an appetizer.
I grab Bambi’s hair and make her look up at him. “Look at your husband, Bambi. Look how much he wants to fuck you. He’s torturing himself just because he thinks he can’t handle being inside of you again.”
“Fuck you,” Bowie grits as I shut my eyes, losing myself in fucking Bambi.
“You’re being a complete pussy right now while I’m drowning in our girl’s pussy. What the fuck are you going to do about that, rockstar piece of shit?”
I hear Bowie curse in French, and I want to laugh. “Fuck you, you big bitch. You’re getting her ready for me, don’t you worry…” He starts. “Oooh little lamb,” he croons, while he stares at her. “I’m going to fuck you so damned hard; you’ll forget how I just took you. That was nothing. This here is going to be what takes over your mind. You remember what it feels like to have us both take you, baby?”
Bambi gushes at Bowie’s words. “Oh, yes, Bowie… Yesss,” I feel as she tightens around me in a vice like grip. Fuck, I love the way she responds to us. I smirk, going back to the task at hand. I pump, hitting her G-spot with the way I maneuver my waist and hips. But in doing so, it drives her closer and closer to completion. But I know she won’t make it. “Please…” She cries out. “I’m sorry.” She pleads with me, but I laugh hard as I continue to torture her.
“You want to cum, baby?” I taunt her.
“Yes!” Bambi sobs.
“Beg me, Bambi, fucking beg me.”
I lean in, hovering over her and bite her shoulder, not breaking our rhythm as she meets every stroke and gives me just as much. We’re so in sync with not only each other but the songs that are playing for cocktail hour.
“Please, Phoenix. Oh, Bowie, let me cum. Please, baby…” she mewls.
I have to give it to her; she knows that this is my favorite term that she calls me and the way she says it. I lean in closer to her ear and clamp my hand over her mouth.
“Welcome to hell, baby Bambi,” I announce as I plant my free palm right over hers and increase the intensity of my thrusts. Bambi bites my hand that’s over her mouth and I almost shoot my load. Fuck. Sexy. “Bite me again, baby. Bite me.” I kiss the side of her head and nip at her jaw.
The fire I feel for her, and what she feels for me, makes us behave like wild animals. I should give my wife a room, a bed and all the above because I love her, but this is how I express the way I feel about her. How I honor my promises. I rut her like she’s a sex doll, a whore, my whore, and she fucks me back like I promised to get her out of the brothel. Her ass connects to my pelvis and hips like she’s going to milk me out of the money that I have because she knows she worked hard for it; like her snatch deserves it. She fucks me like her pussy is golden because it is. If Alexander, the Great started a war for a woman he claimed he loved then I would murder in cold blood for mine. My dark thoughts have my balls in a vice like grip and don’t let go as I get closer and closer.
“Holy fuck, Bambi, I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum in this golden snatch of yours. The perfect fucking pussy.” I move my hand from her mouth, reaching under to entice her clit. I’d worship her pussy if she let me. Swear it and with that admission, I release a sound that’s either a groan, a moan or a grunt or maybe a combination of all three. Fuck, I could get shot right now. Take one to the head and it wouldn’t stop me from pumping in and out of her. We both cum hard even though I promised that I wouldn’t let her cum. No, that would be for later, for now… I want my baby to cum as hard as I do.
I hiss as I pull out her tight hold. I want back in again. I frown.
Bambi slowly tries to turn around and winces as she sits on her bare ass. Usually, I’d smile, but I continue frowning.
“Truth?” She asks as she looks at me, basically the equivalence of what’s wrong.
“I want in,” I say stroking my dick with her juices mingled with my cum.
“Want in?” She asks.
“Yes. I want to fuck. Open for me, sugar. I’ve been horny for three weeks and thinking of how many times I’m going to fuck you and how. Let me in.”
Bambi looks down at me stroking my semi-hard dick and looks up at my face. “You’re not fully hard.”
I smirk this time, “I know.” I reach out for her ankle and pull her to me. I lean in and position myself right at the gates of heaven. Or is it hell? Fuck if I know or care. I slip inside and damn; it feels just as good the second time. Holy hell. I thrust and I grow harder inside of her. Bambi appreciates this, and she throws her head back. I grab her jaw, making her look at me. “Don’t, Bambi. Please don’t look away from me,” I beg her this time.
There’s a look in her eyes I know is in mine. The first time we made love to each other, the first time we said we loved each other. I place my palms on both sides of her head and move my body the way she loved that night. Bambi wraps her legs around my waist. We’ve learned to properly fuck, even with our height difference. I hover over her, making sure we look at each other and the tears in her eyes make me realize how long we’ve gone without each other. I break first, “I love you, Bambi,” I say and don’t care if she doesn’t automatically say it back because it’s in her touch, her caresses and in the way she looks at me.
Chapter 17
Bambi
Phoenix smirks as they call for the first dance and I don’t und
erstand why he’s so ecstatic. He walks me over to the Center of the ballroom and I take him In. Phoenix and I both changed from what we wore earlier.
He’s wearing a white dress shirt and charcoal pants complete with suspenders and what makes me want to cry. Gray converse with the letters XO on them. I bite my bottom lip as I lift the bottom of my two-piece ensemble: a puffy skirt resembling the bottom half of a ball gown wedding dress. The midriff top is a long sleeve lace that I see through from the shoulders to the sleeves and down my back.
Phoenix realizes what I'm trying to show him. The converses that my parents claimed they got for me as a high school graduation gift. Charcoal gray high tops with the letters XO in red. Phoenix smirks and winks at me just in time for me to realize what our first song is. I gasp as someone strums the electric guitar and the drums join in. I face the live band as the lead singer, my husband, Bowie Hanlon, begins singing the beginning of my favorite song, The middle by Jimmy Eat World. I stare at him as he sings, I take him in. He’s wearing similar clothes to Phoenix with the suspenders and charcoal pants, but his shirt is a silk black one with the top unbuttoned. Bowie is remarkable to look at as he only wears one half of his suspenders, the other half is hanging by his waist.
I scream as I forget my composure and sing along with him because it’s one of my favorite parts. Phoenix grabs my hand and spins me around, into his arms and then out of them. He joins me in the chorus. I forget about the guests as we both jump to the chorus like they once did with me in my bedroom when I was sad. I shake my head, not caring If my hair is in my way. We might look crazy to the world, but in our world, this is the best day of my life. Phoenix lifts me up and spins me. I let go, shutting eyes, and I spread my arms wide open. The intense emotion that I feel deep within me takes over and tears fall down my face.
When the electric guitar solo begins, I lose my mind and Phoenix knows it's because he lets me go, so I can take it all in. I run towards the stage as I watch in amazement at how much Bowie’s band has perfected this song. I wipe the tears that keep flowing. I’m so grateful for Bowie, much more than he realizes. When the chorus hits again, I sing along. Bowie winks in true Rockstar fashion. He does this hip sensual move that has me gasping and he jumps off the stage. He wraps an arm around my shoulder and passes me the mic. I shake my head, but he sings with me. I can’t wipe the smile off my face as we both sing the last verse of the song. There’s always been something about Bowie that I can never shake off and I’m happy I never did. Bowie faces me and is so close that others would call it inappropriate, but I can’t because I want him to kiss me. Speaking of husbands, Phoenix steps in between us, separating us by our foreheads. He cocks his brow at Bowie and Bowie smirks. He gives me another wink before he goes back to the stage. Phoenix grabs my jaw and I look up at him, he gives me one of his drop-dead gorgeous smiles and I fake like I’m going to faint.
