CHARLEE

“Hurry up,” I whine.

Drew digs the keycard out of his wallet at an annoyingly slow pace. “What’s the matter, baby? You can’t wait to hop on my dick?”

I narrow my eyes. Mostly because he’s right.

“You wish,” I huff.

Drew laughs and leans down to kiss me, melting my irritation. “You’re right; I do wish.” I yelp when he scoops me up bridal-style and holds the key against the door.

I smack his shoulder. “What are you doing? Put me down!”

He turns the handle when the light turns green. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m carrying my bride over the threshold.”

Oh. I like that idea.

When I don’t say anything in response, Drew gives me his signature panty-melting grin and carries me inside. He sets me to my feet, grabs the bottle of champagne out of my hands, and takes a long gulp.

“Are you going to share that?” I ask.

The bottle was already uncorked in the limo but we didn’t exactly have time to drink it, so we took it to go and proceeded to chug straight from the bottle. We’re classy like that.

Drew grabs my hand, leading me into the attached bedroom. He props our wedding photo on the nightstand and hands me the champagne bottle so I can take a quick swig. “We can have more later. After I get you naked.”

I smile as I set the bottle on the dresser. “I can get onboard with this plan. But only if you’re naked too.”

He laughs and grips each one of my hips, pulling me into him. “I’m okay with that plan.”

I nibble his stubbled jaw. “What are we waiting for?”

“I have no fucking clue.” Before I can say anything else, Drew is lifting my arms and pulling my dress straight over my head. He eyeballs my boobs and bites his lip. “Hello, ladies. I’ve missed you so much.” 

I start to laugh but that quickly dies out when he pushes the cups down and sucks my right nipple into his mouth. “Aaah, fuck.”

I can feel his smile against my skin. “That’s the idea, honey.”

I fumble with the button on his pants, practically screaming in delight as I lower the zipper and grip his cock through his black boxer briefs. “Christ, I don’t know if this thing is going to fit.”

He unclasps my bra and throws it across the room. “I’ll make sure it fits, baby.” He resumes palming and licking my breasts. “God, I love your tits.”

“They love you, too,” I pant. Drew starts backing me into the king-sized bed but I halt when I remember something. “Hold on. Where’s my purse?”

“Who the fuck cares?” he murmurs against my skin.

I spot it on the floor about five feet away. I don’t even remember dropping it. “There it is! I need something out of it.”

Drew releases a sigh as he pulls away from me but he grabs it for me nonetheless. “What could you possibly need out of this right now?”

I open the zipper and hold up the string of Magnums I had stashed in there. “These. I bought some from the vending machine in the ladies’ room earlier. Based on the little preview I got in the hallway, I figured you needed the big ones. I know we’re technically married but I stopped taking the pill a while ago and I don’t think either one of us want to make a baby tonight so...”

He grabs the condoms and throws them on the mattress off to the side. “You are the best wife ever!”

Drew pulls his t-shirt over his head with one hand and throws it behind him. Holy hell, his right nipple is pierced with a barbell that’s almost identical to the one in my hood piercing. Fuck, that’s hot. I crawl backwards onto the bed and with the denim falling off his hips, exposing a deeply indented V, Drew stalks toward me with a predatory grin. I play with my breasts and pull on my nipples while he watches with rapt attention.

“Get over here and make this marriage official, Big Guy.”

He loses the pants and boxers in one fell swoop. My God, he has the biggest, prettiest dick I’ve ever seen. It’s long and thick and proudly points toward his laundry-worthy abs. It’s a little intimidating, to be honest, but in the best way possible. I discreetly check for drool as I continue staring at it.

Drew joins me on the bed and says, “With pleasure, honey.”