Sadie throws her hands up onto my chest. “Wait. You need to give me five minutes. I have a wedding night surprise.”
Five minutes sounds like five hours, and I look up at the ceiling and groan. “You’re trying to kill me on our wedding night.”
“I’ll make it up to you,” she promises as she rushes into the bathroom.
“I’m going to hold you to it,” I shout to her through the door. While she’s getting her surprise, I strip out of my torturous pants and underwear and stretch out on the bed. At four minutes and thirty seconds, I’m starting a countdown in my head when I hear the bathroom door slowly open.
My mouth falls open, and my dick rises to tent the cover as I see perfection walking toward me. She’s wearing some thin, see-through, pure white, silky thing that leaves nothing to my imagination. Her tight pink nipples are peeking through the delicate material, and I nearly come before she even makes her way to me. Sadie reaches the bed and takes hold of the sheet, then pulls it off of me and drops it on the floor at the foot of the bed. Her eyes land on my rock-hard cock, and I watch as her pupils dilate.
“Do you plan on staring all night long?” I groan.
When she takes a finger and runs it through the cum seeping out from the tip of my dick, then brings it to her mouth to suck it off, more cum shoots out of my erection as I nearly lose control. “You’re fucking killing me.”
My wife winks at me, saying, “I need you alive for what I have planned,” before she leans over and wraps her luscious lips around my cock and sucks. My hands grip the bedsheets as my back arches off the bed, and it takes all of my control to stop myself from coming.
“I love your plan,” I manage to grunt out before Sadie’s talented tongue causes all thoughts to flee my mind. Since I don’t plan to come down my wife’s throat on my wedding night, I find the strength to grab the back of her head and pull her juicy lips away from my cock.
When she pouts at me, I somehow manage something close to a smile. “As much as I love your attention, I’m about to come down your throat.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” She smirks, and I pull her sweet body over mine before smacking her ass.
“I have other plans for you tonight.” I soothe the slight sting with my palm, then run my fingers between her legs and feel the wetness gathering on her silky thighs. My thumb slips under the flimsy material and teases her slit before sliding into her wet channel.
After Sadie’s lips cover mine, she slips her tongue into my mouth as I roll us over. Our tongues duel while her soft hands run down my back to run across my ass cheeks. When she slips her little hand down further and lightly fondles my balls, I realize my control is slipping. I lean back and look at my wife from head to toe. Seeing her laid out on the black comforter in the white concoction causes my heart to race, and I run a finger around a tight nipple before leaning over to suck it into my mouth. Sadie grips the back of my head and calls my name.
“Your plans are good, too,” she breathlessly whispers, and I smile against the silky, wet material before moving to the other side and giving it the same attention.
I grab the thin band of the lacy thong and pull it down her long legs. Sadie’s looking at me with hooded eyes as I lean down and run my tongue around her clit. Spreading her legs, I run my tongue up her slit before slipping two fingers into her tight center. Her knees tighten around my head, and she cries out my name. It’s too much. I know I need to be inside her this second, or I’ll fucking embarrass myself on my wedding night.
I crawl up her body and pull the sheer nighty over her head. “I can’t wait another second to make love to you,” I groan against the side of her neck as I push into her tight pussy. Sadie’s legs wrap around my waist, and I start to thrust. Hard.
The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room as my pace increases. Sadie’s soft hands hold on to my shoulders, and her sharp nails dig into my skin. “I’m not going to last.” Leaning back, I pull her leg over my arm, and the change in position causes her inner walls to tighten around my shaft.
Nearly losing my mind, I reach between our sweaty bodies to rub her tight little clit, and she screams through the orgasm blasting through her body. When her inner muscles contract around my cock, the room darkens around me before lights burst behind my closed eyelids. I hold her hips in a bruising grip as my cock jerks inside her tight center while I come.
I drop onto my side and pull her up against me. “I love you,” I whisper against her temple.
“I love you, too.” She places her chin on my chest and smiles. “Thank you for our wonderful day.”
I run my hand through her beautiful red hair before leaning up to kiss her lips and smiling. “We have many more coming. Now, speaking of coming.” I wiggle my eyebrows as she runs her hand down my chest. I’m going to love being married. Turning Sadie from Ms. Off Limits into Mrs. Mackenzie was the best idea ever!
Epilogue
Sadie- Six years later
As Tanner flies in through the back door, I look up from the list I’m making and frown. His little cheeks are stained bright red from exertion, and dirt streaks are running down the side of his face and arms. Sometimes, I have a hard time believing how much he looks like his Uncle Justin. This morning, his chocolate brown hair was nice and clean, but now it’s got dirt and small sticks clinging to the short strands. “Mommy, look what I’ve got.” He smiles, and my heart melts when I see the gap caused by his missing front tooth. Our son is such an active little guy. He’s always into some mischief or another and keeps me on my toes twenty-four hours a day. When Tanner was three years old, he fell off the swing set while trying to do a stunt and knocked his front tooth out. We had to deal with the trauma of him losing the tooth early, but over the last couple of years, I’ve become accustomed to seeing him with the small gap in his mouth. The dentist assures us the permanent tooth will grow in when the time is right, so we just need to be patient.
Since taking care of Tanner has been a full-time job, we haven’t added any more kids to our family, yet. I barely have time to breathe, chasing him throughout the day. In two weeks, however, he starts kindergarten, and I’m not sure what I’ll do with myself. I keep thinking that maybe it’s time to talk to my husband about adding to our family.
Tanner stomps his foot impatiently, bringing me back to the present, and I smile at him and ask, “What do you have?” I hold out my hand without thinking when he smiles innocently. It’s a decision I instantly regret when something soft begins wiggling against my palm.
Sebastian walks in from the living room at the same time I realize my child has handed me a live mouse. The look of shock on my husband’s face matches the look on the rodent’s face as I fling the little creature across the kitchen. It hits my husband square in the chest before bouncing off and scurrying away. Sebastian closes his eyes then looks up at the ceiling. “Great. Now we have a mouse on the loose. Did you have to practice your baseball skills in the house?” Sebastian tries to tease me, but I’m still hyperventilating.
“Your son is trying to give me a heart attack,” I manage to wheeze out as I rush over to scrub my hands at the sink.