I take her hand and bring her pointer finger into my mouth. “I can’t live without you, so I guess we’ll have to go together.”
She cocks her head as she watches me suck her finger. “You’re awfully romantic today.”
“It’s our wedding. And no matter all the stuff that we have to work out, I needed this to be ours. Because at the end of the day, that’s what it is: you and me.”
She pulls her finger out and stands on her tiptoes to whisper, “Edge and Dolly forever.”
“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” I growl in her ear.
Looking around at the craziness that is already happening, I don’t bother saying anything to anyone.
I want to escape, not think about anything but being with her. I meant it when I told her I needed our wedding to be special. This moment… that feeling of love at seeing her happy, both of us happy, can only be topped by her having my baby.
I scoop Dolly up. Her long-ass dress drags on the floor as I head toward the door. Doug runs over with her purse and bends to hold the back of her insane dress as Axel opens the door.
The strippers are arriving and there are catcalls as we leave.
The limo driver opens the door and we slide in. The loud screams are thankfully down to a dull roar as I shut the door and lock us in.
We both kind of slink into each other’s arms as the limo takes off toward the Bellagio.
“Congratulations.”
“Thank you, Robert. This is my husband, Edge.” Dolly sits up and shoots me a sassy smile causing my dick to get hard.
I’m about ready to shut the partition and fuck my wife, when I hear, “You’re a very lucky man.”
“I am.” I shouldn’t be aggravated that he said it, but my possessiveness seems to have doubled in the last hour.
“Let me know if you need my services while you stay here. I gave Doug my card but here’s another.” He holds it up for Dolly to grab.
“Robert, I have to say this has been one of my best days ever. And you played a part in it. Thank you.” She sits back snuggling under my arm. I look out the window. We’re almost at the casino. Fucking her can wait.
I need time to savor every moment.
EDGE
Thirty-one years old
Robert maneuvers the large limo up to the entrance. I climb out first so I can help Dolly out. I can’t wait to get her out of her dress for numerous reasons. But first, we have to somehow walk through the casino with this crazy train.
“Thank you for taking care of my wife and her friends.” I count out ten one hundreds and lace the cash into his hands.
“It was my pleasure.” He smiles a big white smile.
“Thanks, Robert. Hey, if you’re not tired, I’m sure Doug could use a ride back here too.” Dolly tries to hug him, but the end of her dress is still in the limo so it’s almost as though they air hug.
And then it all makes sense. Fucking Doug and the driver. I almost hug him myself.
“Absolutely. In fact, here’s an extra hundred.” I hand it to him, but he holds up his hands and looks around the posh hotel entrance.
“Thank you, but you have been more than generous. Congratulations.” He nods.
Dolly pulls the dress out and I lift her in my arms causing a bunch of pedestrians to cheer.
Weaving our way through the casino, I notice the old clanking of money from the slot machines is oddly gone. The blinking lights and the crowds are still happening, but there’s something nostalgic about money pouring out of a slot machine. Whatever. I don’t have time to dwell on it.
As I push the elevator button to take us to our suite, Dolly is quiet. Once we get to our floor, she almost hides her face in my neck as I walk us to the room.
Mine.
She’s so light and petite—everything I find attractive.
I set her down at the door and put the card on the scanner waiting for the green light to appear. Swooping her up, I say nothing as we walk in. The lights of Vegas pour in through the huge windows, filling the room.
“This is like a dream. I never imagined us getting married like this.” She looks up into my eyes.
“And I have pretty much imagined us getting married everywhere.”
She grins. Her hand comes up to trace my lips as I feel the monster come out, almost as if it’s a full moon and I’m being hypnotized. All I wanted to do tonight was make love to her slowly. But the primal urge to claim her, fuck her so hard she can’t walk, is overriding that.
“I don’t think I could have had a better wedding day.” Her voice interrupts my thoughts.
“I love you,” I rasp.
I let her slide down my body, her fucking full tits spilling out of the top. And that’s it. I don’t need her permission. She wants this as much as I do. I can smell it on her.
My hands jerk off the tie. Her breath comes in excited, tiny bursts as I unbutton my dress shirt and toss it on the floor.
Grabbing her face with both hands, I tilt it so that the Vegas lights show me everything I need to see. Her love pours out of her and it fuels me better than any drug.
I brand her lips in a kiss that makes my cock leak. My hands travel down her neck. She moans instead of stiffening and I know that this is our night.
This is the night that we let go of the past. “Jesus, I love you. Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
She grabs for my hair and her nails latch onto my neck and I’m gone. The world outside doesn’t exist.
Edge and Dolly: that’s my world. With a growl, I reach down with both hands and rip the front of her dress down.
Her fucking luscious tits with large dusty rose nipples spring free as she moans something about money and Doug being pissed.
“Shhh.” I lightly bite her bottom lip and start to suck on it as if I’m possessed. Maybe I am.
I grab her dress and rip it in half, her body swaying into mine with the force.
“Holy fuck.” Is all she gets out as I thrust my tongue into her mouth and lift her onto my hard erection. I rub her slick, wet juices all over my dress pants.
“Fuck. I’m so hard.” I need to get them off or I’ll be paying for them too.
I slam us into the wall as my hand leaves her mouth and I attack her neck. My other hand releases me from the confines of my pants.
“I fucking need to be inside you. I can’t stop.” Gazing at her, I lift her up and pull her panties to the side. I should have ripped them off, I think, as I thrust into her wet cunt.
Deep.
Hard.
Fucking demonic.
She feels so good that my eyes roll back in my head as I fuck her. In and out, I pound into her honey core, her moans and whimpers fueling me. I’m undone as our bodies slap together, each thrust deeper, harder than the last.
“Mine,” I spit out as I bite down on her neck and suck the sting away.
My hips pick up the force as I rut inside her. Her head is twisting back and forth. Her red lips parted as she moans and whimpers in the darkness.
“So. God. Damn. Tight. Wrap your legs around me.” She does as I thrust in deeper. Her heels grind into my ass.
“Fuck,” I roar as my stomach tightens. With my hands on her breasts, I twist her nipples causing her to scream.
“I’m going to come.” She digs her nails into my back. “Edge!” Her pussy contracts and her nails latch on to my shoulders. Her head falls back as she convulses on my cock. With eyes shut, she moans through her orgasm. Her face is so beautiful my cock swells as her greedy cunt tightens up. I kiss her hard. I’m sure her lips will be bruised, but I’m beyond caring.
She’s my wife. And I’ve trained her to take it, want it.
My hips don’t slow down as I keep fucking her. Her screams that she’s sensitive go ignored. I wouldn’t be able to stop even if I wanted to.
And I don’t. This is us.
She whimpers and her orgasm goes on and on. I jerk her head back, my mouth nipping her chin, moving up to her lower lip, and instead
of sucking, I bite needing to taste her blood tonight.
“Jesus, Edge,” she screams, her eyes wild. Passion and lovemaking with her seem almost magical. Her juices run down my balls and inner thigh, covering my wound, making the sting and burn that much more painful, but I don’t care.
Climbing to my own personal nirvana, I grab her ass. My hips don’t let up while I fuck her, my cock thrusting in and out deeply. Her head hits the back of the wall as she comes again.
“Mine. You’re mine.”
“Yes,” she pants, raking her long nails down my chest.
That’s all I need. Just like I wanted to taste her blood, she needs to make me bleed. We’re a perfect fucked-up horror show and I love it.
My balls tighten, and I can’t last anymore. My body jerks into hers, spilling my load inside her. The force of it is intense enough to make my legs shake… and they won’t stop.
Our breathing is so rough that neither of us moves. Locked in each other’s heat, we hold that connection. I remain inside her while I kiss the sheen of sweat on her forehead and make my way down to her lips. They’re so swollen I pull back to look at her.
The lights of Vegas flash silently all over her face and body as I caress her with my eyes.
“Fuck. Baby… did I hurt you?” I pull out as she tries to hold me inside her with her legs.
“Hurt me?” She grabs my face. “That was unfuckingbelievable.” She kisses my face and licks the sweat from my neck.
I unlock her legs and gently pull out. Raking a hand through my hair, I blow out a laugh.
“Christ, if you can walk, it will be a miracle.”
“I needed it.” Her hands dig into the wall for support. Her panties are soaked and still pushed to the side as my seed trickles down her inner thigh.
And it aggravates me. Which is irrational. I reach over and in one jerk rip them off.
Her hair is wild, her lips red, and instead of taking her into the bathroom and running her a bath, I want to keep loving her like I want so desperately to do.
I drop to my knees. “I smell us.”
“Edge,” she whispers as I wipe my seed away. Again, it’s not her fault we have gravity. I know this in my logical mind. Taking her hand, I lower her with me and lay her on the carpet. Her dark hair fans out, her chest rising up and down in excitement as her nipples stand erect as if begging for me to suck on them. That can come later. Now I need her pussy.
“I’m going to eat your cunt. Spread your legs and don’t move.”
“Oh my God,” she groans into her shoulder as she bites down on her already swollen lip.
I crawl over her. All the lights seem to be gone as if my body has sucked them up. She lies there panting, looking at me.
“I’m sensitive already.”
“Good.” I lower my head to take her throbbing clit into my mouth and suck on it, not hard though. It’s already juicy and swollen and if I continue sucking, she’ll come way too fast. Her greedy little pussy is already filling my mouth with her slick excitement.
“I love the way you smell and taste,” I say, letting my tongue take over.
Her hands weave into my hair and her hips arch up, and like a cat in heat, she moans. Her hands pound the carpet and she digs her nails into it.
Opening her legs further, I lick from the top all the way to her rosette hole and for a second, I wish we had lube. Tonight, I want to be inside her in every way possible, but that can wait until we get home. I lick it.
“Oh fuck, Edge,” she pants.
Yeah, I’ve trained her well. She loves anal. We don’t do it often. I save it for when she needs it.
“Not tonight, baby.” My tongue returns to her pussy, which is so wet my mouth easily slides up and down.
Sitting up, I flip her on all fours, pushing her head into the carpet and her ass in my face. “Just because my cock isn’t going in this hole tonight doesn’t mean it won’t get fucked.”
I let go of the back of her neck as I spread her legs so that I can eat her cunt and ass.
“God,” she moans. “It feels so good. I want to come.”
“You want me to suck on your clit and finger fuck your ass?”
I spread her ass open so that my tongue can get it wet. She doesn’t answer, only moans into the carpet.
“Tell me,” I demand, my tongue going in anyway. Wrapping one hand around her, I rub her wet pussy with the other. Before she gets to come, she’ll tell me what I want to hear. I rub her clit harder. “That feel good?”
“Yes,” she puffs out.
“Tell me what you want.” Her excited scent almost makes me grab my thick, hard cock and jerk myself off. But we have all night.
“Tell me what you want,” I coax.
“You. I want you.” She starts to move her ass in rhythm with my fingers.
“I’m yours. What else?” My finger stops rubbing her slick cunt and moves to her small, puckering hole.
“Say it.”
“Edge…” she moans.
I rub my thumb back and forth, but I’m not gonna let her have anything until she says it. Dolly gets shy admitting that she likes anal anything. Usually I think it’s cute. Tonight though, I’m starting to get pissed.
“Now.”
“Just do it,” she whimpers.
“What? And say it loud.”
“Finger fuck my ass,” she cries out.
“That’s it, baby. Now you get to see fucking stars.” I slowly start to insert my finger in her hot little hole. As she leans her ass into me, I smile.
“Whose ass is this?” I ease my other finger in and start to fuck her. In seconds, her ass grabs hold and pulses, her cunt convulsing with pleasure.
“It’s yours… I’m yours.” I can’t even hear her anymore as I pull my fingers out and jack myself off.
“I fucking love you.” I let myself explode all over her ass and back. “Jesus Christ.” I keep pumping semen on her until I drop next to her.
She lies on her stomach, a huge smile on her face as I turn to move a strand of dark hair out of her eyes.
“I’m going to order room service and let you soak in the bath.”
“Hmmm, that sounds amazing.” Her eyes start to close. I don’t blame her for being tired. I fucked her hard, but I need to get her clean and she needs to eat.
“Come on, baby.” I pick her up, her back wet and covered in my cum.
She opens her eyes and smiles and my heart hurts at how much love I have for her. I always have. For as long as I can remember this… us. Tonight. It’s all I’ll ever need.
Flipping on the light switch with my elbow, we both groan at the bright hotel bathroom lighting.
After I set her down, I turn on the water in the huge tub. Adding some bath salts, I stand up and stretch my arms. The bathroom is huge. White towels are stacked neatly along with white orchids on the large sink. The walls are putty colored, the floor marble. It’s cold and feels good on my feet. A large silver mirror lets me watch Dolly as she pulls up her hair waiting for the tub to fill.
“We need to get a bathtub in our house.” I step into the hot water and hold out my hand to her. She instantly takes it, and we both sigh as we sink into the blissful warmth together.
She lays her head on my chest, her hands caressing my tattoos. I had her face put on my forearm a couple of years ago after another one of our breakups. She loves it.
“You want to get a house?” Her voice goes up an octave. Guess I surprised her.
I smile and kiss the top of her head. “Yeah, I want to buy us a house. I already have the realtor I work with for my clubs looking.”
She turns to stare at me, her forehead wrinkling. “What?”
I use my toes to turn off the faucet, then wrap my arms around her.
“I’m just surprised.”
“You didn’t think we were going to live in your shoebox apartment, did you?” I laugh but she stays still and a small amount of dread enters my body. I push it aside because I refuse to allow old thin
gs to get in our way.
“I’m just… you never talked about this.”
“About buying a house?” I move her sideways so I can see her face.
“Yes. I mean, I’m thrilled. Don’t get me wrong. But I’m surprised.” My whole body relaxes. At least she’s thrilled.
“Why don’t you talk to him and pick out where you want to buy. I know Eve and Charlie love their neighborhood, so maybe try that area.”
Her eyes are huge as she nods slowly.
“Dolly? What’s the problem? We’re married. We need to think about this stuff. You have the salon. I need to be close to the clubhouse—”
“Why?” She cuts me off.
“Why what?” Her reaction confuses me, which is unsettling because I pretty much know everything about her.
“Why do you have to be close to the clubhouse? You have a bunch of legit businesses. Why do you still need the club?”
I sit up. Water splashes over the rim hitting the floor.
“Because I’m a Disciple. I’m the treasurer. That’s my job along with running my clubs.” I stare at her almost daring her to go there tonight.
Thankfully she cocks her head and eases back onto my chest. But all my relaxing has been interrupted, my few precious seconds snatched from me, much like a dog steals a treat.
“I thought buying a house, making it your own would make you happy.” It’s slightly bitter but fuck, what is she thinking?
“You’re right. I’m beyond happy, but…” She sighs and turns her wet body over so that she’s on her side and can see me. “I’m always worried… if we get too happy, too comfortable something bad will happen.”
And just like that my heart starts to beat again. I can 100 percent get on board with those fears.
“That’s normal. We haven’t had the best lives. Something always seems to get thrown in our way. But that’s life. We can’t be afraid of it.”
She blinks at me and caresses my abs. “I’ll try. I think I’d like to live by Charlie and Eve.” She smiles then turns onto her stomach, her breasts rubbing my chest.
“There’s one problem with their neighborhood though. A, it’s expensive. And B, the houses are big and family friendly.” She sighs again like that is a huge bummer.
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