by Eva Luxe
I was completely shocked, but part of me believes that that once he saw me doing what I truly wanted, he was inspired to do the same. Since then both he and my mom have been a lot more pleasant to be around. And even more importantly, they’ve both seemed a lot happier.
“Thanks again for coming, Dad,” I tell him.
Damien and I brought them here in Damien’s jet— our jet, now— and they are staying in separate rooms. Even though he’s here, though, part of me wondered if at the last minute he’d turn back into the father I had grown up with and lecture me or belittle me.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he replies.
I guess he’s finally realized that I really have grown up. And I guess he’s grown up some as well.
“Everyone’s ready to go,” I announce, and we all begin our walk to the best moment of my life.
Finally, we are at the ceremony and my bridesmaids squeeze my hand and say, “Love you!” before walking down the aisle ahead of me. Our viola player begins Canon in D and I take the biggest breath I can muster in my wedding gown that scrunches tight at the waist.
It’s a sigh of nervousness but also of excitement and relief. I’m marrying the man of my dreams. And it’s the most gorgeous setting on earth.
The turquoise water shines behind us. White sand comprises the earth beneath our wedding guests’ feet. And birds sing overhead, a sound even more beautiful than the classical music playing from the viola.
As my dad takes my arm and we begin walking down the aisle, I look straight into Damien’s eyes and he’s looking back into mine. We are silently telling each other “I do” even before the officiant instructs us to. Our eyes are also saying “I love you.”
Our guests stand to watch me walk down the aisle. I nod and smile at them and then hug my mom in the front row.
I smile at Asher and Cameron and Jameson. I’m glad my boss could make this trip and I can’t help feeling a little lonely for him. He’s the only named partner at the firm who isn’t married or in a serious relationship. But if I know Sugar Daddy Central— the name that Raquel has come to know through the many times I’ve repeated it to her— things won’t stay that way for long.
My dad walks me to where Damien is standing and then sits down. Now it’s just Damien and me, still looking into each other’s eyes and speaking our silent language of love to each other.
As the officiant welcomes everyone and thanks them for waiting because it wouldn’t be a wedding without them, Damien and I smile at each other. I’m glad everyone could finally make it but if Damien and I were the only two people on this beach— the only two people on the planet— today would be just as amazing.
We say our vows to each other and then the officiant pronounces us man and wife.
“You may kiss your bride,” he says.
Damien bends me backwards and gives me a passionate kiss.
Everyone claps and then starts to joke, “All right you two, that’s enough. Rent a room.”
“We did,” Damien says to our guests.
Then he whispers to me, “But we’re not going to need it just yet.”
I raise my eyebrows at him, wondering what he has in mind. Another cabana, perhaps?
But as if on cue, a horse and carriage arrives. I hear the horse whinny and I look up at Damien in confusion and awe. I had planned this wedding down to the very last second, and I certainly hadn’t planned this.
“I ordered you a little surprise,” he says, smiling.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the officiant announces, “The bride and groom are going to take a tour of the lovely island and have some alone time as husband and wife while you are welcome to begin having tapas and sangria at the reception area of the beach.”
“Now we’ll never see them again,” Asher groans from where our wedding party is standing behind us.
I turn around and shake my head at him and then look at Madilyn, who winks at me as if to say, “Excuse my husband, please.”
Then I catch Ruby’s eye and she smiles her big gorgeous smile at me. I give her a thumbs up sign and both she and Madilyn return it.
This is the best day of my life. I’ve married the man of my dreams and my best friends are at my side. And apparently, I think, as I turn back towards the horse and carriage, it’s only going to get better.
“I formally announce the brand new Mr. and Mrs. Damien Hudson,” the officiant says, and we practically float down the aisle to where the carriage awaits.
As soon as we’re on our way, Damien can’t keep his hands off me. He’s kissing my mouth, my neck, my cleavage. He’s squeezing my thighs and my ass.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he says. “I can’t believe you’re my wife.”
“How can I enjoy our tour around the island and see the beautiful scenery when you won’t stop kissing me?” I ask him, playfully.
“Oh darling,” he says, as he nods to a deserted area of the beach while the carriage slows down. “We’re not going on a fucking tour. The only sight I want to see is your naked body.”
I laugh, thinking that he can’t be serious, but my pussy starts to drip for him, telling me it hopes that he is.
“What about my wedding dress?” I ask him.
“Haven’t you heard of that new tradition where brides trash their dress after the wedding ceremony?” he asks.
I smile at him. He must have really done his research.
“I know you have the party dress to wear to the reception,” he says.
“Yes,” I agree. “The Wedding Party Dress.”
It’s what I’d nicknamed the short, lacy cream dress I’d bought for the reception. The style is a perfect mix of sexy and fun. It’s pretty enough for slow dancing with Damien but it won’t slow me down from doing the Cupid Shuffle with Madilyn and Ruby and Raquel.
“I also ordered another wedding dress exactly like the one you have on,” he says. “In case you wanted to save it for the memories, or perhaps pass it on to our daughter one day.”
I look at him.
“Our daughter one day?”
“A guy can dream,” he says, running his hands through my hair. “You’ve already made all my other dreams come true, so I figure we’ll probably have a baby eventually.”
I smile up at him.
“I was just joking with the girls about your recent baby talk. You didn’t even used to want to get married, or have kids. So it still surprises me.”
He shrugs.
“I’ve heard the same things from you. But clearly dreams can change.”
I grin. The horse and carriage come to a complete stop.
“Thank you,” Damien says to the driver, as he gets out.
He holds his hand out to help me off the carriage step.
“Come back in forty-five minutes with the bag of clothes to change into, please,” Damien instructs him. “And not a minute sooner or I can’t promise we’ll be decent. Nor clean enough to sit in your carriage, for that matter. I am going to really dirty up my bride.”
The carriage driver nods and tries to keep his face neutral but I see him trying to hold back an amused smile. Then he drives off, the horse leading the way as if to escape before he has to watch what Damien’s about to do to me.
Now it really is just my new husband and me, alone on a deserted island— or at least part of a deserted island. Behind us there’s a backdrop of a rocky cliff and all around is turquoise water and white sand.
He kisses me while ripping off the top part of my dress. At the same time, he takes off his pants. He holds my head back by my hair as he kisses my neck and then my breasts.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he says, “and I want to claim you as my own.”
He bites my neck and my shoulders, and I shiver even though it’s very hot out.
He lowers me onto the ground in front of him.
I’m still wearing my dress and he gets behind me while holding its skirt up.
“I’m going to fuck my bride like I did when she was
a virgin,” he says, kneeling down behind me and spanking my ass and then squeezing it.
“And I’m not going to wear a condom. Is my bride going to let me do that?”
“Yes, Boss,” I say, as the waves crash over my knees.
He pushes my thong over to the side.
“I’m going to spread open your ass and your pussy so I can do what I want with them.”
“Please, Boss.”
He puts a finger on my clit, which trembles under his touch. The waves beat against my breasts and my legs.
“And what are you going to say after I fuck you hard and fast?”
“More, Boss.”
“That’s right,” he says, as he enters me.
I’m flooded with memories of the first time we had sex— which was my first time ever— in his office. How he made me feel so complete. And how he still does now, while he fills me all the way with his huge cock.
He shoves it deeper and further inside me, thrusting in and out of me as the water washes over us. My wedding dress is as wet and dirty as my body, which belongs to him completely.
“Oh my God,” I moan, as I lean back further into his cock, to take it all the way inside me while I come.
“Come on my cock,” he tells me, pulling my hair and spanking my ass.
“Yes, Boss,” I say, feeling the sensation of an orgasm begin to wash over me.
“I’m your husband now,” he says, spanking me again. “Call me Husband.”
“Yes, Husband,” I say, full of pleasure so strong it’s overwhelming.
“Let me fuck you whenever and where I want, for the rest of my life.”
“Please, Husband.”
I moan and whimper over the sound of the waves crashing into us as he thrusts himself inside me still. When I’m released from the grips of my powerful orgasm, he says, “Now what do you want from me? Now and always?”
I lean back and look into his eyes, knowing that even when I’m spent and exhausted and dirty, I’ll want him more and more.
“More, Husband.”
Damien
Now that I’ve given my bride pleasure, it’s time to give her some pain. I rub some ocean water on her ass hole and then use my finger to push my way inside it. I move my finger around inside her perfect ass hole, getting it ready.
“Are you going to let your husband fuck you in your ass?” he asks.
“Yes, Husband.”
I still love the way she submits to me. And I love even more the fact that she will do that for life.
I push my cock into her ass hole and she cries out into the wind and the waves.
“Don’t protest,” I tell her, slapping her ass.
“Yes, Husband.”
I thrust my cock in and out of her ass, pounding it like the waves are pounding us. I squeeze her ass cheek with one hand and hold her hip with my other hand.
I feel myself being to throb inside her, harder than any of the rocks we’re fucking beside right now. But I don’t want to come in her ass. I have other plans.
“Turn around,” I tell her, pulling my cock out of her and helping her lie down on her sore ass in the sand.
I pull her wedding dress up so that I can see her perfect pussy even though the water is washing over it. I wash my cock off in the ocean water and then I plunge it into her eager pussy.
She’s as wet as the ocean now, and she’s arching her back and saying my name.
“Damien, that feels so good,” she calls out, as I play with her clit while I fuck her. “Oh my boss. Oh my husband. I’m going to come.”
I play with her nipple with my other hand. My cock bulges inside her, feeling the depths of her pussy and reminding me that there’s nothing coming between us.
I thrust in and out of her several more times as she begins to moan and come.
“I’m going to get you pregnant,” I tell her, as my cock pulses inside her. “You’re going to have my baby.”
“Yes, Boss,” she cries out, her body and her now- filthy wedding dress thrashing around in the waves. “Yes, Husband. I’m coming. I’m coming.”
“Tell me you want to have my baby,” I command, on the cusp of coming along with her.
I just want to hear her say that she wants the same thing I want. I won’t allow myself the sweet release until I hear her say it.
“Please, Boss,” she says, nearly screaming now. “Please, Husband. Please give me a baby.”
I shoot my load inside her, grunting with the force of it, hoping that it accomplishes our goal. I move her hair out of her face and look at it as we both come together.
I stay inside her, my cock pulsing and my arm strong around the shoulders.
Then I finally pull my cock out of her and watch some of my cum drip out, hoping that it’s not too much.
Soon the horse and carriage driver will be back to take us to our wedding reception, where we’ll continue the day’s festivities. I’ve accomplished my main goals— marry her, and begin trying to impregnate her, so now we deserve to relax and celebrate.
I look up at the beautiful colors of the sunset bursting across the sky and I’m reminded of why today is the best fucking day ever.
“And what will you say after we have the baby?” I ask, smiling down at my bride.
“More, Boss,” she answers, smiling back up at me. “Give me more, Husband.”
THE END.
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Chapter 1 – Madilyn
Two Months After Madilyn & Asher’s Wedding
The gel is cold on my stomach, and I jump. But I know that my nervous energy is caused as much by my fear of today’s appointment as it is from the temperature of the gel.
After an amazing honeymoon and two months of wedded bliss, Asher and I are in this sterile, dim doctor’s office where my first prenatal appointment is being held. It should be a time of continued happiness, and it is. But for me, at least—even though Asher always tells me not to worry so much— it’s also mixed with trepidation.
“I’m sorry,” the technician says, reacting to my jump. “I know this isn’t pleasant, but it’s all for a good cause.”
I smile at her even though I don’t feel like it. She looks just as scared as I feel, and she’s obviously pretty new at this. I know it’s not her fault I’m such a nervous wreck.
I squeeze Asher’s hand, glad he could take off work and come with me to my first ultrasound appointment. Things at work have been really busy but he always makes time for what matters, when it comes to us. He squeezes back, strongly and firmly, which I appreciate because I can’t help but feel scared.
After a year of trying to get pregnant and being told that maybe we couldn’t, we are here at the doctor’s office to confirm that the pregnancy is actually sticking. Asher tells me not to use that word— “sticking,” because it sounds impersonal and scary— but all the pregnancy forums I visit online are full of moms wishing each other “sticky baby dust,” or basically, healthy pregnancies.
I know I should stay off the Internet for my own mental health but I seem to have an obsession with finding out everything I can about babies and pregnancies. And mostly, the biggest thing I find out is that there are a lot of things that can go wrong.
So what makes me think that everything will keep going right for Asher and me? I can’t help but think my circumstances thus far are all too good to be true. How could I end up marrying the love of my life and having his baby? It seems impossible that two people could be so blessed.
And, thanks to those pregnancy boards I frequent online as well as Dr. Google, I also know that there are a lot of things that can go wrong in early pregnancy.
That’s a lot of pressure. I can’t help but worry even though I do sense that things are okay.
Ever since Asher’s and my wedding day I’ve had a lot of morning sickness, for example. My breasts seem as if they’ve already doubled in size— much to Asher’s delight, even though he says they were great to begin with— and my nipples are so damn sore.
But I’ve had some headaches and slight spotting, which is why I called to make this appointment a little earlier than my doctor usually does them, which is after the second trimester. I’m glad I could get in for an appointment now because wondering what’s going on in there and not being able to find out has been driving me crazy.
In general I think things are fine and my doctor said that spotting can be a normal part of pregnancy, but I’ve never been pregnant and the Internet gives me a lot to worry about. For these reasons I haven’t let myself get my hopes up about this ultrasound. I don’t want to count my chickens before they hatch— nor have I ever thought of that metaphor in a more appropriate context.
“You said you’ve been having some spotting?” the technician asks.
“Yes,” I answer, becoming even more nervous.
She’s looking at a small screen that is turned towards her, which neither Asher nor I can see. She’s frowning, which I don’t think can be a good sign.
“And have you had any cramping?” she asks.
“Not really.”
My stomach churns. Why is she asking me about cramping? I wonder.
“I mean, early on, but I read that could be because of implantation,” I explain.
She nods.
“It could be,” she says hesitantly.
Or maybe I’m just reading into the things she’s saying, or how she’s saying them. Worries about pregnancy make me feel so crazy that I start to doubt my sanity.
