by Tess Oliver
I fired up the motor. “Hold on real tight, little wife.”
“Hunter Stone, I’ve been holding on real tight forever.”
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With polished wood and gold leaf details, the inside of the hotel elevator was nicer than any house I’d ever been in. Colt, Slade and Jade had pitched in and reserved us two nights in a honeymoon suite at a fancy, upscale hotel a couple hours from home. Considering we’d had no real place to be alone— ever— it was like the best damn wedding present in the world.
The elevator door shut, and I dropped our one small duffle on the floor. We hadn’t needed to pack much because we’d decided from the start we’d been spending the full two days naked in bed. And I, for one, was anxious to get started on that decision.
I hit the button for our floor and turned around. Amy was standing against the shiny wood wall of the elevator. She was still wearing her satiny white dress, only it was covered by her coat. I pressed my hands against the wall on each side of her and gazed down. “I’m just going to warn you that I’m feeling extremely powerful and possessive right now. And I’m so fucking horny, I’m feeling slightly unhinged. So, when we get into that room, unless you want that pretty little dress ripped to shreds, you’d better take it off the second we walk in the door.”
She flashed me that mischievous lip curl I knew too well, a smile I had the privilege of seeing every day now. “Why wait for the room?” she said in a seductive whisper as she rubbed her hand over my fly and my rock hard cock.
A low groan rolled from my throat. “That, baby, is why I fucking love you. Any other girl would have been cowering and holding onto her dress, but you, my erotic little angel, know how to meet my dirty thoughts head on.”
She placed her hand on my face. “Say it again. Say, I fucking love you again.”
“Amy ‘Street’ Stone, I fucking love you.” I took my hands off the wall and grabbed her to me. My mouth slammed down over hers just as the annoying bell on the elevator rang. I pulled my mouth away just as the doors slid open. An older couple glanced in at us and suddenly decided to take another elevator. The door slid shut.
“Thought they’d never leave,” I muttered as I turned back around and grabbed her against me again. The bell sounded again, and I groaned in disappointment.
“No, it’s our floor,” Amy said.
“Thank god.” I grabbed up the duffle and threw it over my shoulder and then swept my extremely hot little bride into my arms. She held tightly to my neck as I carried her to the room. She pushed the card into the slot and the door opened. I carried her inside and lowered her feet to the ground.
It was a plush, expensively decorated room. Amy stood in the center of the vast floor and spun around. “So this is what it feels like to be a princess.”
“To hell with the princess,” I said. “I want my sex goddess. Now what did I warn you about that dress?”
Amy put her finger to her mouth as if she was thinking about it. She smiled at me as she slipped off her shoes. “You know, I only plan on wearing the thing once, and it was cheap.”
I lumbered toward her and took hold of the tiny strap. “I gave you fair warning.”
“Yes, you did.” She laughed as I snapped the strap, causing all the tiny beads to fall to the carpeted floor. I tore the other strap and the dress slipped to the floor and pooled around her feet.
I looked down at the puddle of white silk. “Huh, that wasn’t as satisfying as I’d hoped. I was picturing much more ripping and shredding.” I reached for her panties and broke the thin band of lace. She looked down as they fell to the floor.
“Actually, those I sort of wanted to wear again.”
“Oops,” I said as my mouth came down over hers. I lifted her and carried her to the bed and lowered her down against the mountain of satiny pillows. She leaned back luxuriously, stretching like a cat and I watched her as I yanked off my rented suit in record fucking time.
I lowered myself over her and kissed her as I settled myself between her legs. I reached down between her thighs and pushed my fingers through the folds. “God, baby, you’re so wet already.”
She pressed her hand against my face. “Always. I’m always ready for you, Hunter.”
I rubbed my thumb along her bottom lip. “The only thing hotter than this mouth—” I watched her face as I slid my cock into her. “Is the way you look when my cock enters you.” Her hot pussy tightened around me. “You’re a perfect fit, baby. You’ve always been a perfect fit.”
I moved against her slowly at first, feeling her small body beneath me warm with a flush. She was already close. I knew everything about her. And I loved everything about her. I slid my hand under her ass and pushed her pussy higher. She held tightly to my arms as we both came together. I stayed inside of her, right where I belonged.
I leaned forward and kissed her lips. “You realize that was just the warm-up.”
“I should hope so.”
I gazed down at her. “Well, Street, looks like it’s you and me against the world now. Are you happy?”
“What the hell do you think?” Tears filled her eyes as she pulled my face closer for a kiss.
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