by Ivy Jordan
“No,” he said.
“What if it gets messy?” I asked, remembering what he told me about real relationships, and why he didn’t want one.
“A wise man once told me that life is messy, love is messy, and without love, there is no life,” he said.
“What about Isabella?” I asked.
“Izzy’s done nothing but whine about you coming back home since the day you left,” he said.
“I love you, too, Gavin Bellefonte. Yes, I’ll come back home,” I gushed as he slid from his side of the booth and into mine.
His arms wrapped around me, squeezing me tightly. It felt so good to have his lips on mine once again. I never wanted them to leave me again.
Epilogue
Stella
Life had been a dream, truly a dream, for the last four years. Izzy was fourteen. Her blonde hair fell past her shoulders, and her bright-blue eyes lit up the entire church as she walked down the aisle in her blue bridesmaid gown.
She looked over her shoulder, winking at me as she started her walk toward her father. He was so handsome. He wore a grey tuxedo with a blue vest, and even though we were both ready for this day, you could see the anxiety oozing from his skin.
The music played, and I took my first steps toward the rest of my life. It was a day like no other, and as long as I live, I’ll never forget it.
“I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride,” the preacher announced proudly.
Any sign of nervousness on Gavin Bellefonte fell away like cracked ice to the floor on a hot day once those words were spoken. He scooped me into his arms, lifting me from my feet. I shrieked with excitement from the swiftness and power of his movement. He stared into my eyes with that strange compassion I’d recognized when I was still just pretending. It wasn’t compassion: it was love. No more pretending.
“I love you, Mr. Bellefonte,” I whispered.
“I love you, Mrs. Bellefonte,” I replied softly.
His lips met mine, for the first time as man and wife, and in front of everyone that mattered in our lives.
Izzy rushed toward us, wrapping her arms around us both, and squeezing tightly. “I’m so happy,” she sighed.
I was, too. I’d never been happier in my entire life.
Yes, that was a day I’d never forget. The reception was beautiful, and we were greeted by family and friends, all saying they’d never seen a happier couple. Gavin was still grinning from ear to ear on the limo ride to our hotel. One night, and then we’d take off for Barcelona, where I’d finally experience all the things I’d pretended to before.
Gavin pushed open the hotel door, scooped me back into his arms, and smiled before walking me through the threshold.
That sexy smirk of his returned, and within seconds, I was tossed into the air and let loose to fall onto the mattress. I shrilled with fear and excitement as I bounced on my back from the force.
“I’m gonna do bad things to you, Mrs. Bellefonte,” he teased, his grin growing as quickly as his cock.
I giggled, crossing my legs and pushing my hand to my mouth as if I were scared.
He stripped out of his jacket, slowly removed his tie, and then unbuttoned his shirt with his eyes locked onto mine. I watched, excited to see the flesh he’d hidden behind the thin material of the dress shirt. “You want to see it all, don’t ya, dirty girl?” he teased.
I nodded and grinned.
“Okay. Prepare yourself,” he smiled.
His hands gripped his belt, sliding it through the loops, and onto the floor. One quick motion opened his slacks, and with a quick push, they were around his ankles. He kicked his dress shoes off into the corner, and then stepped out of his pants.
I could see his cock hardening beneath the material of his briefs. His thumbs rested at the top of the waistband, teasing me by pulling it down, and then stopping to grin. “You want it?” he asked.
“I do,” I said.
“Ohhhh. You do?” he teased, pulling them down and exposing his rock-hard cock.
My pussy was wet somewhere underneath the piles of ruffles and lace of my dress. Gavin, my husband, stood at the edge of the bed, his hands on his hips, and his cock hard and ready for action.
“I need to get out of this dress,” I giggled.
“Oh, no. The dress stays on,” he ordered.
My nipples pushed against the lace of my dress as my breasts swelled in anticipation. Gavin’s hand slid to my ankle, and then slowly slithered up my leg. I moaned as he touched me, and let out a sigh once he reached the wet spot between my legs.
“You’re excited,” he announced.
I shoved my pinky nail into my mouth and bit down as I nodded with a smile.
“Roll over,” he demanded.
I quickly rolled to my knees, pushing my body up with my hands and aiming my ass in his direction. My dress was full, and as Gavin worked to push the ruffles over my hips, and expose the flesh he’d been craving, I quivered with excitement.
A slap to my flesh let me know he’d made his journey. His thumb slid between my thong and my flesh, and a quick tug back and forth created friction against my clit that sent another moan rolling from my throat.
He teased me a bit before finally removing the panties that stood between my warm pussy and his erection.
He pulled on my hips, drawing me back toward the edge of the bed. His hand pushed on my lower back, pushing my backside lower and lower, until finally his cock rested between my legs.
My dress rolled up my back and over my head, creating a little hideaway for me to barricade into as my new husband pounded into my flesh, spreading me wide open, and exploring me deeper than he’d ever managed before.
Moans filled the hotel room quickly as my orgasm reached its climax, again and again. I wanted to see his eyes, to watch the expression on his face as he finally reached his climax. I climbed out from under my dress and lifted my body up from the mattress, causing him to crawl onto the bed to stay attached.
I laughed as he gripped my hips and tried to grind me back toward the mattress. I bucked against him, sending his cock deeper into my body, and causing more pleasure than expected.
“Are you ready to cum?” I whispered, feeling his member throbbing inside of me.
“Yes,” he gasped, pulling my hips hard and fast toward him.
I quickly pulled away, leaving his erection without the comfort of my warm pussy. I rolled over, pushing my dress up and over my hips as he stared at me in disbelief. When I finally found the end to my dress, and my legs fell open, his eyes lingered on the place he’d been playing, and a smile worked onto his face. “Delicious,” he said, pushing his mouth to my swollen lips, sucking them into his mouth along with my juices.
I came again while his fingers and tongue played between my legs, and then finally pulled him onto me. “This is what I wanted,” I whispered as he entered me once again.
Our eyes locked, and our hips rocked together with one smooth rhythm, bringing each other to orgasm in unison. “Looks like we just sealed the deal on our final contract,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss my lips.
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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
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