“You tell him sweetheart,” Pop sniggers.
That’s when my soon-to-be husband if they would all just be quiet snaps.
“All of you shut the fuck up,” Knight shouts impatiently. “How the hell am I supposed to tell Zara I love her more than anything, that I’ll cherish, adore, and make her happy every day for the rest of our lives if you can’t quit bitching at each other for ten fucking minutes so I can make it happen?”
“On that note,” the officiant mutters, “I think we’ll begin.”
*****
“Happy, baby?” Knight asks, swaying me gently in his arms as we dance to what I hope is our last song for the night.
Post quickie wedding ceremony, after Knight and I exchanged rings – a simple, wide platinum band for Knight, and a platinum band, inlaid with fifteen diamonds, amounting to two and a half karats for me – we and the rest of our guests headed to the restaurant Ashleigh had booked to host our reception.
Thankfully, the food was good and the champagne even better. Although, I would have preferred a beer or possibly a daiquiri or ten. Another plus was that no one was kicked out due to the number of complaints the staff had received about the noise level and vulgar language coming from our party. What can I say? My family, you can’t take them anywhere.
Peering up at my husband, my eyelids are hooded, and my thighs rub together restlessly, trying to alleviate the ache that’s been building steadily over the last several hours.
“Yes,” I reply. “But do you know what would make me even happier?”
“What, sweetheart? Tell me and I’ll do it. That’s all I want; to make you happy, make you smile.”
Pressing my lips to his, I kiss Knight deeply, I pour every ounce of the love and longing I have for him into it. Stroking my tongue against his, I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders and tangle my fingers in the longer hair at the nape of his neck.
Quickly, our kiss goes from soft and passionate to all-consuming and carnal. I’m hanging on by a thread when Knight’s hand snakes its way under the hem of my dress as he begins to stroke my inner thigh, and I’ve never been more grateful for Ashleigh than I am right now.
On entering the restaurant, Ashleigh pulled me aside and shocked the hell out of me by telling me,
“I cased this place out before I made the booking. The coatroom is up front near the hostess station, but I don’t think that will work since it doesn’t have a door. There’s a disabled bathroom that will do the job, but I worry about you catching something because you never know how clean these places really are. Your best bet is the storeroom which is in the same hall as the bathroom, two doors down on the right.”
“What are you talking about, Ashleigh? You’re kinda freaking me out. Do we need somewhere to store the bodies before we can arrange transportation, or are you planning on locking the animals up so we can enjoy ourselves? Either way, you know I’ll cover for you.”
Smiling at me, Ashleigh shakes her head as if I’m the one being ridiculous.
“Albeit neither of those are bad ideas, they weren’t exactly what I had in mind.”
“Okay,” I reply suspiciously.
“Zara, you just married an extremely attractive, very healthy alpha male, do you actually expect to make it out of here without Knight dragging you off somewhere to seal the deal?” She asks, quirking one perfectly manicured eyebrow at me.
“Seriously, if the next thing you say has got anything to do with you and my dad, and what you two got up to on your wedding day when you guys disappeared for an hour, and no one could find you, I’m going to be sick,” I counter, glaring at her.
Ashleigh laughs at my obvious disgust. However, I’m not finding the first thing about them doing that thing no child shall ever refer to in relation to their parents funny.
“In case you’ve forgotten, I am a woman, Zara. And your father is most definitely all man.”
“Stop,” I shriek, throwing my hand up to cut her off. “I do not, under any circumstances, now or ever, want you to finish that thought. It’s bad enough my bedroom shared a wall with yours for fifteen years, let alone having to hear all the dirty details.”
“Anyone would think you were a prude or something, Zara,” Ashleigh scoffs. “Don’t think I didn’t hear you sneaking boys into your room at all hours of the night when you were still living with us. You should be thanking me for keeping your dad occupied because if I hadn’t, Lower Falls would have seen an increase in the number of eunuchs around the time you turned nineteen.”
“Oh, my ears. My poor, poor ears,” I wail dramatically, desperately trying to hide my grin. “There’s no amount of bleach that will get rid of that mental image, so thanks for that.”
“You’re very welcome,” she retorts sweetly.
Slinging my arm around her waist, I lean into her as we make our way back to the rest of our group.
“I have to say, you deserve and A for your superior research abilities, though.”
“I thought you would appreciate that.” Hugging me briefly before walking straight into my dad’s outstretched arms, Ashleigh murmurs, “I love you, my beautiful girl. I didn’t carry you inside me for nine months or give birth to you, and even though we don’t share blood, flesh, or bone, you are no less my daughter than Locke, Rhodes, Slade, and Paxton are my sons. I want you to remember that, Zara. No matter where you go and where life takes you, you will always be the daughter of my heart.”
Both of us shedding a few tears, I hug Ashleigh again. Before letting go, I tell her what I should have said so many more times over the last twenty-two years.
“Thank you, mom. Thank you for making my dad so happy, for giving me four brothers and being the glue that holds our family together. I know I don’t say it enough, but I don’t know what we would have done if you hadn’t come into our lives when you did. All I do know is, I wouldn’t be the same person I am today without you having been there to guide and love me like you have. I love you, mom. With all my heart.”
And that, ladies and gentlemen, brings us to now.
*****
“Where are we going, baby? Are you okay?” Knight questions, his voice edging closer toward concern with each step we take further down the darkened hallway.
I don’t answer him until I’ve opened the storeroom door, pushed him inside, and flicked the lock to ensure we won’t be interrupted for a while. Breathless, I palm the thick ridge of Knight’s cock and apply pressure until I’m sure I’ve got his undivided attention.
“As my husband, you have certain duties to perform to keep me happy. You’re falling down on the job already, hubby because I need you.”
“Really?” Knight murmurs, flipping our positions so that my back is pressed hard up against the wall. Grinding his erection into my belly, he hitches one of my legs around his waist, leaving the other firmly planted on the ground.
Knight’s mouth meets mine as he kisses me feverishly. Heat rushes to my core, down my spine, and the sensation of our tongues dueling in a battle for dominance I’ll never win makes my head spin.
Gripping my hair in his fist, Knight yanks my head back breaking our kiss and looks at me. It’s dark, but there’s just enough light spilling in from the crack under the door to make out the carnal way his lust-filled eyes travel up and down my body.
“You wanna play, baby, then we’ll play. But we’re playing by my rules, not yours.”
I can’t help the shiver that skitters across my skin electrifying my nerve endings at his demanding tone. When I thought about Knight, and what it would be like to have him fuck me, this is how I always imagined it. Hard, rough, with Knight not asking for control, but taking it. The difference now is that I don’t have to rely on fantasies to get me off. I’m not alone in bed, late at night with only my hand or vibrator to take the edge off. Thank God.
In one fluid movement, Knight drops to his knees, hooks both of my legs over his shoulders and ducks his head under the skirt of my dress. Knight’s low groan at his unencumbere
d view of my freshly waxed pussy and the first swipe of his rough tongue over my clit has my eyes rolling back in my head.
“Oh fuck, Knight. Yes. Fuck yes,” I moan, threading my fingers through his hair to pull him closer.
After eating me out for over an hour last night, I made him promise that he wouldn’t ever shave off all of the stubble covering his cheeks and jaw. The way it scratches the inside of my thighs adds a new level of sensation that only heightens every orgasm he’s given me orally.
Knight uses two fingers to spread the lips of my pussy open, running his tongue along the length of my slit and back again. Tremors wrack my body as he pushes three, thick fingers inside of me, pumping them in and out mercilessly. Just as I’m about to come, Knight pulls his fingers from my body and sucks them clean, ignoring my whimpered protests.
“Please, honey. I need you,” I mewl, digging my fingernails into Knight’s scalp.
“Yeah, I know. But you can wait until I’ve got my cock inside you before I let you come,” Knight growls, unbuckling his belt.
Popping the button, Knight slowly unzips his jeans and lets them fall to his knees. My man goes commando all the time, but that doesn’t change the fact that every time I see his beautiful cock my mouth waters. Usually, I don’t enjoy sucking a man’s dick; I see it as more of an incentive for them to return the favor. But in Knight’s case, I’d happily feast on all twelve inches of his impossibly long, thick, delicious cock, twice a day and three times on Sunday’s.
I go to reach for it, but Knight’s hand shoots out and grabs my wrist stopping me.
“Later,” he murmurs, letting go and sliding both hands to my ass. Lifting me up, my legs automatically wrap around his waist, and I watch as he fists his shaft, guiding it to my entrance. “No way I can last if you wrap your hand or that pretty little mouth of yours around me, baby. As it is, this is gonna be quick. Tell me you want it hard and fast. Tell me you want me to fuck you like I own you.”
My husband has a filthy mouth, but there’s no denying his words turn me the hell on. And he knows it.
“Yes. Hard. As hard as you can.”
Thrusting his cock inside of me to the hilt, Knight holds still for a few seconds to allow me to accommodate his size. It doesn’t matter how many times he’s taken me over the last twenty-four hours, that first thrust still steals the breath from my lungs and causes a slight twinge of pain.
“You okay, sweetheart,” he asks sincerely.
Positioning my hand around the base of his cock where we’re connected, I can feel every pulse of his cock, letting him know I’m fine, and that I’m ready for him to move.
“More than okay, Knight. So much more they haven’t invented a word that covers how good you feel inside me yet.”
With an animalistic growl, Knight pulls out until only the tip of his cock is left inside my pussy, slamming back into me as deep as he can. My back bows with every thrust, and I’m forced to remove my hand from between us so that I can wrap both of my arms around his neck. Holding on as he takes his pleasure from my body, I moan his name and a bunch of indecipherable words that only spur him to fuck me harder.
“Jesus. Your pussy fits me like a glove, baby,” he grunts. Grinding his pelvis against mine, the coarse hair that surrounds his cock stimulates my clit making me clench my inner muscles down around him. Hard.
The wet sounds of our bodies slapping against each other fill the tiny room, and the smell of sex hangs heavy in the air. My orgasm is just out of reach, but as if he can sense what I need from him, Knight’s thumb finds my clit and begins to rub.
Within the span of a few seconds, I’m screaming his name as I come all over his cock. Dropping his head to my shoulder, his ragged breaths tell me he’s close. Well, that and the fact that his cock begins to pulse relentlessly as he drags it in and out of my tight, dripping pussy until my eyes cross, my toes curl, and I can feel the beginnings of a second orgasm creeping over me.
Sinking his teeth into the column of my throat, Knight bites down hard enough to leave a mark – something he seems to enjoy. He’s territorial like that. When Knight’s hips begin to jerk erratically, I know the stranglehold he has over his control is lost. And I’m right.
Half a dozen strokes later, Knight throws his head back and shouts my name as I feel him release inside of me. Jet after jet of hot, thick come splashes against the inner walls of my pussy, and I can’t help wondering if he knows what he’s doing.
Late last night we had the obligatory conversation all couples have about protection and birth control. I told him that I’m on the pill, which he already knew, and he said that aside from Lena he hasn’t been inside another woman bare before. Knight was so against using condoms with me that he had actually thought ahead and gotten himself tested, bringing the results with him.
We didn’t get as far as discussing pregnancy and babies before we got distracted. Or I should say, Knight got distracted by my lack of panties under his shirt. He ripped – as in, literally, tore – his shirt off me, flipped me to my stomach and fucked me on all fours until I was so lost in the pleasure he was giving me that I forgot my own name.
“How many?” Knight asks, his breathing still labored as he cages my head in with his forearms.
“Get out of my head. Not only does it creep me the fuck out when you do that, but it’s also rude,” I snap and push against his chest, signaling for him to put me down.
Knight merely shakes his head and grinds his still hard cock into my heat.
“Answer the question, wife. How many babies do you want me to put inside of you?”
Stroking the soft skin of my belly under my dress, Knight presses his lips to the shell of my ear making me shiver.
“Three,” I state resolutely when I can’t handle his brand of torture anymore.
“Should I start at ten and we can negotiate from there, or is that your final answer,” he asks far too seriously for my liking.
“If you think for one millisecond that I’m carrying ten of your demon spawn around inside my body for nine months, only to have to push them out, doing irreparable damage to my vagina, you’ve got another thing coming, big guy,” I snap.
“I’ll kiss it better.”
“The hell you will,” I snort. “I swear if you impregnate me ten times you’ll never get close enough to see my vagina ever again, let alone kiss it.”
Pulling back a couple of inches, Knight grins at me.
“Wanna make a bet? It doesn’t matter how many times I knock you up, baby, there’s no way you’ll deny me access to that sweet as fuck body of yours. You like my cock too much to say no to me.”
Well, he’s not wrong, except for the like part of that sentence. I don’t like his cock; I love it. As in, given the chance I would worship at the altar of his dick if it, in fact, had one. Come to think of it, that’s not a half-bad idea. Maybe if I get him drunk enough or offer him a months’ worth of blowjobs, Knight will let me make a cast of his cock that will come in handy when he’s not around. I’ll have to make a mental note to ask him about that later.
Slowly lowering me back onto solid ground, Knight grips my hips, holding me steady until I find my feet.
“You good?” He checks unnecessarily.
“Mmhmm,” I mumble, trailing my hands over his chest.
“Want to skip the rest of this party so that I can take you back to our suite and fuck you until you pass out?”
Hmm, let me think. Um, hell yes!
Nodding my head, I grab a handful of paper towels and try to clean myself up as best I can. Knight delivers a swift slap to my ass as I bend over to dispose of them in the trash can in the corner, and I glare at him over my shoulder.
“What was that for?”
“Hurry up, woman. My cock’s hard again, and it’s hungry for your pussy. But if you keep bending over like that, I’ll get tempted and have to fuck your ass before we leave instead,” Knight groans, his eyes lingering on my ass long enough to tell me he’s dead serious.
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br /> Turning around, I shove at his chest to get him moving.
“Take me back to the hotel, and if you’re a very good boy, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”
Knight bends down kissing me quickly, uttering what I have a feeling will be nothing but the truth when it comes to our lives together.
“I don’t have to be good for you to let me do whatever I want to you, baby. I fucking own you, as you do me.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
~ Knight ~
“When killing them with kindness doesn’t work…try a baseball bat.”
– Knight’s suggestion to Paxton
Searching the gym for my wife, I find her over by the free weights going over one of our newer clients training programs with him. An irrational surge of jealousy hits me at the sight of her bent over in front of him. Zara’s giving him a bird’s eye view of her tits. Tits that are mine to stare at. Mine to touch, lick, suck and bite. Fuck me, I’m losing it.
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