Wicked Wedding
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I still haven’t decided what I want to do with said license, though. I’m sure I could easily find a job, but Andrew wants me to consider opening my own practice. He knows how much I enjoyed the challenge and he says I’m an entrepreneur at heart. He’s agreed to finance it for me, but I’m not sure how I feel about that.
I mean, technically I’m his wife and I shouldn’t think twice about it, but still… I might need more convincing.
Regardless, I can wait to discuss all that with him later. I mean, we have the rest of our lives and right now, all I can think about is having sex with my husband who I haven’t seen for several days.
I’ve also been cooking up something that is going to drive him crazy, and I can’t wait to get started.
“In the bedroom, baby,” I call back with a sexy purr.
There’s a sort of crashing sound and a curse by Andrew. When he rounds the corner to the master suite, he’s got his shirt off and is working at his belt buckle.
His eyes land on me, and he groans when he sees what I have in my hand.
“Jesus, Brynne,” he mutters, gazing at where I’m lounging completely naked on the bed. He nods toward the object setting flat on the palm of my hand as I present it to him. “You’re ready for that?”
“I’ve been practicing,” I say impishly as I toss the heavy glass butt plug I’d been holding. It’s far thicker and longer than anything he’s used on me before, but I know that telling him I’ve been using this thing on my own in his absence would produce an animal-like effect.
I’m rewarded with his eyes darkening and his cock rapidly swelling against his jeans. His voice is thick and raspy as he asks, “You put that thing in your ass? By yourself?”
“It was uncomfortable,” I admit, knowing it will turn him on even more. “And required some flexibility. But yeah… I did it.”
“Brynne,” he murmurs with so much aching need in his voice it makes me sopping wet between my legs. “I’m not sure I can handle the thought of you doing that to yourself.”
“How about you do it to me instead?” I say with a grin as I toss him the implement. He catches it deftly, then examines the size of it.
“My cock isn’t much thicker than this. You’ll be ready for me soon.”
“Tonight,” I tell him with a sly wink. “I’ll be ready for you tonight.”
“Jesus…” Groaning, he leans over the bed to kiss me. When he pulls back, he asks, “Where’s the lube?”
I’d had it sitting by my hip, so I merely pick it up and push it into his other hand.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants like I’d just given him the answer to all his prayers. Then he orders me, “Hands and knees, baby.”
A thrill races up my spine, and I hasten to obey him. I like when Andrew takes charge, which is most nights in our bed. I’ve become more and more adventurous with him, wanting to always show I admire and adore his kinky side. In fact, there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for him if he asked, and I’ve let him do some dirty shit to me. I’ve been working my way up to anal sex, not just because he likes it, but because I know I will, too.
I shudder when I hear him open the bottle of lube, then moan when he peels my ass cheeks apart. The cool liquid hits my sensitive skin, and he doesn’t hesitate. He murmurs soft words to me as he puts the tip of the plug to my ass and starts to press the thick piece of glass inside of me. I stretch and burn and conform, groaning with pleasure when it moves past my tight ring and settles in heavily.
“Fuck, that’s beautiful,” he says, rubbing the palm of his hand along my goose-prickled flesh.
“Baby?” I ask hoarsely.
“Yeah?”
“I’d like to bring up the subject of that post-nuptial agreement,” I say with a dark laugh.
I’m rewarded with the crack of his palm against my ass, jostling the plug inside of me. I shriek from the pleasure and pain, egging him on as I wantonly spread my legs.
Looking over my shoulder, I say, “I don’t want your money, and I think it’s only fair I sign one.”
Bracing myself, I’m rewarded with another stinging slap, this one with his open palm against my pussy. My clit spasms and my belly tightens, even as I cry out from the pain.
“Christ, Brynne,” Andrew says in wonder as his fingers come back to the warm area he just spanked. “You’re soaked.”
Andrew shoves two fingers inside me, then slaps my ass again. My pussy spasms on him and when I hear his pants unzip, my breath starts coming in harsh pants.
The fat head of his cock presses against my pussy while the palms of his hands massage my ass cheeks, which in turn moves the butt plug back and forth in my tight passage. The sensation is overwhelming. When he plunges inside of my wet channel, I burst apart with a vicious orgasm that catches both of us unaware.
“You are the goddamn hottest thing I have ever seen,” he growls as he starts pounding inside of me.
Andrew grunts and curses, and I try to concentrate on the spasms of orgasmic pleasure being extended from the way his cock batters my insides.
When he pulls out, I mourn the loss and cry out, “No.”
“Easy,” he soothes with a warm hand splayed on my lower back. “Hold still.”
My head drops, and I stare with bleary eyes at the comforter Andrew let me buy because I didn’t like the monochromatic gray he’d chosen.
And then he’s pulling the plug out of my ass, and I’m yelping because he doesn’t do it slowly.
Then I moan so low and gutturally I’m almost embarrassed as his shaft slides inside to replace it. He goes slowly, not because he’s afraid I can’t take it—because I can—but because he’s relishing every increment as his cock lays claim to a part of my body that has never been shared before.
When he bottoms out, he hunches his entire body over my back, putting an arm across my belly and holding me tight.
“Brynne… you feel so good to me,” he murmurs at the base of my neck. “Thank you for giving me this.”
“I love you,” is all I can reply to him, because that’s why I did it.
It’s why I took the time to prepare myself for him. So he could have something that belonged to him and him alone.
“I love you, too,” he whispers as he starts to move inside of me. “It’s more beautiful than anything I’ve ever had before.”
And I feel the same exact way.
Wicked Wedding is the fourth book in the LEFT AT THE ALTAR series in a collaboration of six New York Times Bestselling Authors: J. S. Scott, Ruth Cardello, Raine Miller, Sawyer Bennett, Minx Malone, and Melody Anne. CLICK HERE to see the entire LEFT AT THE ALTAR series!
About the Author
Since the release of her debut contemporary romance novel, Off Sides, in January 2013, Sawyer Bennett has released multiple books, many of which have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestseller lists.
A reformed trial lawyer from North Carolina, Sawyer uses real life experience to create relatable, sexy stories that appeal to a wide array of readers. From new adult to erotic contemporary romance, Sawyer writes something for just about everyone.
Sawyer likes her Bloody Marys strong, her martinis dirty, and her heroes a combination of the two. When not bringing fictional romance to life, Sawyer is a chauffeur, stylist, chef, maid, and personal assistant to a very active daughter, as well as full-time servant to her adorably naughty dogs. She believes in the good of others, and that a bad day can be cured with a great work-out, cake, or even better, both.
Sawyer also writes general and women’s fiction under the pen name S. Bennett and sweet romance under the name Juliette Poe.
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