by Celia Aaron
Bad Boy Valentine Wedding
The Hard and Dirty Holidays
Celia Aaron
Bad Boy Valentine Wedding
Celia Aaron
Copyright © 2015 Celia Aaron
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Bad Boy Valentine Wedding
The Hard and Dirty Holidays
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter One
Jess
“I don’t know.” I turned this way and that, looking at the dress from every angle.
“It’s perfect.” My Aunt Carrie clasped her hands together in front of her.
Michael’s mother, Evelyn, dabbed at her eyes. She had the same green eyes as Michael, but her hair was an ash blonde with streaks of gray. A beautiful woman, she’d created an equally beautiful son. One I intended to marry in three short months after a three-year engagement.
“That dress was made for you.” Evelyn coughed to try and cover her tears. She was a wonderful woman, strong yet gracious.
I tended to agree with her. I had never been in a more luxurious article of clothing. The dress was white lace at the top with a sweetheart neckline, lace shoulders, and low back. The bottom fluffed out with tulle, but not too much. It was part Grace Kelly, part Cinderella. The price tag would have likely made me queasy, but Michael sent his mother along to ensure that I got exactly what I wanted, no matter the price. The sales people had hidden the tags from me when I ventured through the racks.
As much as I wanted Aunt Carrie and Evelyn to love the dress, all I cared about was whether Michael would love it.
The sales associate walked up and pinched his chin between his bright blue fingernails while eyeing me up and down. He snapped his fingers at an assistant behind him. She scurried away and returned with a tiara and veil.
He climbed up onto the white podium and surveyed me in the wide mirror. “This will set it off perfectly.” Arranging the tiara in my dark hair, he hooked the veil on as well, and let it float down over my face.
Then he backed away, pinching his chin again as his platinum blond hair fell lazily into one of his eyes. “Magnificent.” He nodded.
I stared at myself, ignoring his sales talk, and tried to see myself as Michael would. Just the thought of his green eyes watching me walk down the aisle made my heart speed up. I closed my eyes and let the room fall away right along with the sales associate, my aunt, and Michael’s mom.
It was just me in the church, walking toward the man I loved. There, at the end of the aisle, Michael stood and waited for me to arrive. His black tux was perfection on his broad shoulders and narrow waist. I smiled and my imaginary Michael smiled back, pure joy on his handsome face.
I opened my eyes, only then noticing they were teary. “I’ll take it.”
Aunt Carrie and Evelyn clapped and hugged each other as the sales associate grinned.
“Excellent choice. Absolutely stunning. I’ll have Margo begin alterations immediately. We already have your measurements.” The sales associate helped me down the two steps to the floor and escorted me to the changing room.
After some help with the clips used to hold the back together, I slid the dress off and donned my skirt suit and pumps. Before I left the room, I trailed my fingers over the lace, still not believing that in a few short months I’d no longer be Jess Shakoor. I’d be Mrs. Michael Williams. The thought made me smile and the tears welled in my eyes again.
The three years since I’d met Michael had flown away, eaten up by law school and his photography career, not to mention our frequent travel and nights of lovemaking. I sighed just thinking about the whirlwind he’d swept me up in that day when he came knocking at my door like a hungry wolf, asking me to let him inside my apartment. I’d let him in and then some, loving every second I spent with him.
I gave the sample dress one more goodbye pat and re-entered the main store area. Evelyn and Aunt Carrie stood.
“I can’t believe I found it on our first shopping trip.” I smiled as they both embraced me.
Evelyn let go of her tight hold on my neck and smoothed a lock of hair behind my ear. “When something is right, you just know it.”
I returned her smile, remembering how Michael and I first met. “I know exactly what you mean.”
Chapter Two
Jess
“Mmmm.” A delicious sensation swirled through me. I was panting, my body drawing tighter even as I slumbered.
My eyes fluttered open, the sun barely peeking through the penthouse blinds. I was on my side and Michael was under the covers, licking my pussy and gently spreading my legs just enough to get his tongue to my clit.
I moaned when he stabbed his stiff tongue inside me. He threw the blanket off and spread my legs all the way, diving onto my pussy like he was at a feast. I squealed as my nipples pearled from the cold air and the deliciousness of his mouth on my most sensitive flesh.
I dug my hands into his hair as he licked my clit and sucked it between his lips. My back arched from the bed as his large palms pressed my thighs apart.
“I love your sweet pussy.” His throaty growl had me pulling his hair.
He fastened his entire mouth to me, lashing my clit with the tip of his tongue until I was writhing and squeezing him between my thighs. He reached around my legs and gripped
my breasts, pinching my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
“Michael!” I dug my heels into his back.
He seized my clit again, sucking and nipping at it before settling in and licking it furiously, the hard ball of his tongue piercing heightening every stroke. My pussy tightened, and he squeezed my nipples harder as I came to the edge of my orgasm. I rocked up to his mouth and looked down to him. He watched me, taking in every movement, every sigh, and his eyes sent me plummeting over the edge.
My hips froze as pleasure exploded through every nerve ending. I came on his name, over and over again, his name and nothing else. He was all I could think, all I could feel. He groaned into me as I relaxed and let my thighs fall open. He was still licking me, even though I made a half-hearted attempt to pull him away from my so-sensitive spot. He gave me one more long lick and prowled up my body.
His cock dangled hard and ready beneath him. He claimed my mouth and plunged inside me at the same time. I moaned and wrapped my arms around his neck. This was my favorite way to wake up. His tongue plundered me, rubbing against mine as he slanted over me. I was completely open to him, everything his to take and enjoy.
He started a hard rhythm and before long his hands made their way to my hair. I raked my nails down his back as he wrenched my head sideways and bit my neck. His thighs slapped into mine as he grew even rougher, just the way I wanted it.
“You like that?” He grunted, starting the dirty talk early. “My perfect little slut.”
“Yes,” I cooed as he pulled my hair even harder and kissed to my collarbone.
“My little whore likes getting fucked hard whenever and wherever I want. Isn’t that right?” He bit my hard nipple and I shuddered.
“Yes.” I gasped as he rolled my nipple between his teeth.
He moved to the other nipple, biting it even harder as I moaned and scratched his shoulders, each one of his hard strokes sending a buzz through my clit.
“That’s it.” He kissed up to my mouth again and braced one hand on the bed next to my head while using the other one to spread my leg out as wide as it could go. He pushed my thigh down, opening me up so I felt each impact as deeply as possible.
I closed my eyes, awash in the sensation of being filled, being surrounded by his scent, his body.
“Watch me, Jess. I want to see those gorgeous eyes when you come.”
I opened my eyes and stared up into his. He was rubbing me just right, his hard chest pressing into my breasts as his cock plunged again and again. My pussy began to grip him tighter and I clutched at his back, hanging on as he brought me to the edge again.
“Come on my cock. Come for me, wildcat.” His voice was guttural, strained.
I arched up to him, getting every single bit of contact on my clit. A few more hard thrusts and then I exploded in a surge of pure bliss.
He stared into my eyes as my orgasm rolled over me, delicious waves licking me as he pumped harder, pistoning into me. I wanted to close my eyes, but I couldn’t. I wanted him to see what he did to me, how much he made me feel every single second of ecstasy.
“Fuck, you are so beautiful when you come.” His cock grew even harder and he took my mouth again, biting my lower lip as he exploded inside me with a groan. He pumped a few more times, his cock kicking as he released. When he was finished, he eased his bite on my lip, kissing the sting away.
He sank onto me with a whoosh and wrapped his arms around me before flipping to his back, carrying me with him so I lay against his hard chest. We lay like that, him still inside me, coming down from the high and catching our breaths.
“I’m going to need a shower.” Despite my words, I snuggled against him, laying my head over the ink above his heart.
“You took one last night.” He kissed the crown of my head.
“Yeah, but sex hair only looks good on you, babe. Not me.”
He reached down and palmed my ass, giving me a good squeeze. “Everything and nothing looks good on you, wildcat.”
I smiled and nipped at his chest. “You know I love it when you call me that.”
“I know you love it when I call you all sorts of things.” He surged up, his cock trying to come back to life inside me.
“No, no, no.” I tried to push away from him. “You are not making me late for work again.”
He laughed, a deep rumble against me, and gripped my ass harder. “You aren’t going anywhere, wildcat.”
I pushed harder, knowing full well putting up a fight would seal my fate.
Just as I suspected, he grinned and rolled me over. I tried to shove him off and scoot away, but he didn’t let me escape, didn’t even let me get far enough away for his cock to slide out. Instead, he gripped my wrists and pinned them over my head.
“You know I like it when you struggle, wildcat.” He grew even harder inside me.
“I can’t be late for the associate meeting again. Mr. Avery will notice. And I don’t want to risk losing the Frost assignment.” I couldn’t help moving my hips against him. But only just a little. “Especially since I’m taking so much time off for our wedding in a week.” I tried a chiding tone, but my hips were still working at cross purposes, rubbing my clit against him.
“I can be quick.” He pushed deeper into me as I shoved against his chest.
I bit my lip, my desire for him at war with my responsibilities. “No, I have to shower.”
“Shower, huh?” He grinned wickedly and wrapped his arms around me before getting to his knees and walking me off the bed, all the while still inside me.
“Michael—”
He kissed me, stealing my protest as he carried me to the shower and turned the knobs. Once the water was hot, he took me inside and pinned me against the cold gray tile as the water poured over us from several different angles. He relinquished my lips and kissed down my neck, still surging inside me as I wrapped my legs tightly around him. I thought I was sated, that he couldn’t wring another burst of pleasure from me, but the building pressure between my thighs said differently.
“And you say I don’t know how to multitask.” He laughed against my skin and bent his head to my nipple, taking it in his mouth and nipping at it.
He pushed in and out slowly now and reached down to my clit.
I moaned as he pressed his thumb against it and tried to push my hips away from him and back into the wall.
“Too much, wildcat?” He stood straight and stared into my eyes.
“Yes.”
He quirked a smile and kept rubbing my clit. “Too bad.”
I dug my nails into his shoulders as he picked up his pace and moved one hand to my ass, fucking me harder as our bodies slapped together, the water splashing and warming the goose bumps along my skin. He pinned me with his gaze, forcing me to watch him as he fucked me against the wall. I couldn’t look away from him, didn’t want to.
I relaxed my legs so he could go even deeper, fully opening to him as I submitted to his touch.
“That’s it wildcat.” He sped his pace on my clit, making my pussy constrict even tighter around his thick cock.
I leaned my head back against the wall and he put his forehead to mine, keeping his cock deep and pumping in shorter strokes. His chest pressed into me, my nipples sliding against his slick skin and making my body buzz with anticipation.
“Michael, please. I’m so close.”
He groaned. “Going to come on my cock again?”
“Please.” My stomach clenched, my hips stilling as the orgasm crested.
Right when I started to moan and my pussy clamped down on him, he grunted and pushed deep inside. His eyes bored into mine as we came together.
“Michael, Michael,” I said his name on repeat as my pleasure washed over me.
He slowed his thrusts and stopped before giving me a long, wet kiss.
Pulling away, he put me on my feet – though my knees wobbled – and grabbed a loofa and my body wash.
He waggled his eyebrows. “Turn around. I want to clean you
up real nice for work.”
I cocked my head to the side. “Come again?”
“You heard me.” He soaped up the loofah as I dutifully turned around.
He slapped my ass hard and scrubbed the loofah over my shoulders and down my back. The soapy warmth, especially when delivered by Michael, felt wonderful.
I looked over my shoulder at him. “Go easy on me. You’ve already worn me out for the day and it isn’t even eight o’clock yet.”
He laughed, the sound low and raspy. “Is that so?”
He leaned in and bit my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine as he slid the loofah to my ass. “Bend over and I’ll really give you something to complain about.”
Chapter Three
Michael
“Move a bit more to the right.”
Sadie, nude save for some expertly-applied body paint made to look like a bikini, shifted as instructed and gave her best face to the camera. I took a few more shots, the southern California sun illuminating her skin and giving her a glow.
Her blonde hair flowed in beachy waves over her shoulders as she reclined against the warm sand. I was almost finished with the shoot, but I had to get her photos just right. She wanted to make the cover of the sports magazine this year, having been narrowly beaten by a bustier model the prior year.
“Sit forward a bit and turn your chest toward me. Let’s make the most of the light there.”
“Whatever it takes.” She leaned toward me, her breasts on full display under the paint, the nipples straining to the sky. I moved toward her left, setting up a slightly different shot that highlighted every curve. My assistant moved with me, reflecting the light with a large, silver oval.
She plastered her practiced look of seduction on her face.
“Sadie, I need more from you.” I lowered the camera. “I need you to imagine you’re looking at your lover. A handsome man. The one who will give you everything you ever wanted. And he is about to fuck you, and you desperately want him to. Can you give me that look?”
