Chapter 21

I squealed as Jay scooped me up and carried me over the threshold of our hotel suite. He carried me straight through the living room and down the hallway to the bedroom, depositing me on the bed.

“Do you have any idea how difficult it was for me not to rip that dress off you the second I saw you in it?”

I hugged myself, my eyes wide. “You’re not going to rip my wedding dress. Please don’t wreck it.”

Jay’s eyes flared. “Okay, I won’t if you don’t want me to.”

He ran his fingers over the sheer fabric, brushing over the lace on my breasts and traced them down the glittery piping. He undid the lace-covered buttons that ran from the base of my back to the bottom of my ass. I stepped out of my shoes, dropping five inches.

“Leave them on.” His eyes shone down on me and I stepping back into the shoes.

Jay hooked his pinky fingers under the shoulders of the dress, his eyes glowing. He moved his hands out, taking the dress with it, until it was off my shoulders. Without breaking eye contact, he flicked his pinky fingers, letting the dress fall to the floor around my feet.

I stood in front of him in my lace panties and Louboutins.

He cupped my breasts, his touch electric on my bare skin. His hands moved down, leaving a trail of sparks behind them. When he got to my panties, he grabbed and ripped them from my body before I could stop him.

“You didn’t say I couldn’t rip the panties.” He came closer and kissed my neck, his closeness moistening my pussy. Knowing I was about to sleep with Jay as my husband for the first time made me ache for him.

“I hope you’re going to undress for me,” I said with a coy smile.

He put me on the bed, still in my shoes, and stripped. Completely naked, which was a nice treat for me. The sight of his cock, swollen and ready for me made me sit up and crawl to it.

“Easy, stay there.” Jay put his hand on my shoulder and laid me back down. I complied, and he turned his attention to my shoes.

He ran his fingers along the edge between my skin and shoe. He got onto the bed, between my legs and rested my feet on his shoulders.

My legs elevated, he squeezed my ass. His fingers raced up my skin to my mound, fumbling with my lips and into my wet hole. They prodded me, my pussy becoming wetter and tingles radiating further out my body.

Jay withdrew them, and leaned over to kiss me, but my legs didn’t bend like that. He moved back, readjusting my legs, and tried to get his tip into me, but still couldn’t.

Frustrated, he pushed my feet off his shoulders and laid himself on top of me, his hard cock against my mound. Our lips met with a laziness intended to savor every moment.

He trailed kisses across my jaw and neck while rubbing his cock against me. I wrapped my legs around his, willing his cock to enter me. For a moment it did, and my eyes rolled back in relief. But he took it away after five thrusts.

Before I could whine or moan, he said, “I want to see your feet in these shoes while I fuck you.”

“I’m not that flexible.” My hands tugged at the muscles on his back, trying to coerce him back in.

Jay hooked his arm under my thigh and pulled it up at the same time he pushed back into me. His thrusts were forceful, but slow in pace. There was a pause between each one while he was motionless, deep in my pussy. My body submitted itself to him, to do with as he pleased.

He released my leg and caught my eyes with his. We stared into each other while he continued to thrust into me. My insides danced and my breathing quickened. My pulse raced as he gave me more and more pleasure.

“I really want to see these shoes.” He reached back and grabbed one, pulling my leg in a way it couldn’t be pulled.

“Hey.” I wrestled my leg free, smacking his ass with my hand.

“Beautiful, come on. Let me see them.”

I thought for a moment, knowing there was no way my legs could be the way he wanted them. I pushed on his chest.

“I know a way. Get off me.”

Jay pulled his cock away, my pussy pulsing in anger at its departure.

“Bend you over the bed?”

“What? No. You go on bottom.”

“You want me, on the bottom?”

“Yeah, then you can see the shoes.” I wished he’d shut up and fuck me.

“I don’t go on the bottom.”

“Do you want to see the shoes?”

“Of course.”

“Then go on the bottom. Or don’t and don’t see the shoes. It doesn’t matter which, just get your cock back in my pussy.”

Jay hesitated, as if thinking it over. I’d never seen him like that, unsure of his next move.

“Okay, fine.” He laid flat on his back, his head nearly touching the headboard.

I stroked his cock with my fingers as I climbed onto him. Jay put his hands down and grabbed his cock, trying to guide it into me.

“Stop it, let me do it. Put your hands by your head.” The whole situation hit me and I started laughing.

He moved his hands out of the way. I sat onto his cock, using my hand to guide it in. I gasped as its full length filled me. Jay started moving his hips, rocking and thrusting them up and my body bounced along, my pussy screaming out in bliss.

“Hey, I’m supposed to be on top here.”

I lifted off him and leaned down to kiss him. Our tongues twirled, his getting more and more frantic as he tried to coax me back to his cock.

“Where are the shoes?”

“I’m going to hit you with them in a minute.”

I sat back onto his cock. My poor pussy didn’t know what was going on, but it clamped onto him, unwilling to let him go again. I put all my weight on it and dragged my feet up alongside Jay’s torso.

It felt a little awkward at first but it sent his cock so deep inside nothing else seemed to matter.

I circled my hips, rubbing my clit against his pubic bone. He grabbed onto the heel of each shoe and started bouncing me again, the motion taking away the rubbing of my clit.

“Stop it,” I said, slapping his chest. In all the excitement, I almost forgot to notice his sculpted chest.

“No, I like to see your tits jiggle.”

I started to pull my pussy away, off his cock, but he stilled.

“I’m on top tonight.” I couldn’t say it with a straight face and we both laughed.

I resumed the circling of my hips, the grinding against my clit until my pussy spasmed in climax, great waves of orgasm pulsed over my body. There was no way I could stop moving, I wanted more and more of them. I kept rocking and grinding him against my clit.

“Ah,” Jay let go of my heels and gripped my feet and squeezed them hard as he pushed his hips up into me.

I orgasmed again at the sound of his groan, my muscles physically rippling, leaving me unable to move. I couldn’t flop forward because my feet were beside his torso. He still gripped my feet and between the spasming of my muscles and the strength of his grip, I couldn’t pull my feet away.

All my strength had drained and it was a struggle to stay upright. I flopped over to the side, leaving his cock behind and twisting my leg in the process.

Jay let go of my feet and I managed to wiggle up alongside him. He lay motionless while I pushed my body into him, into my husband, nestling myself in his body.

“I can’t believe we just got married,” I said.

“I can’t believe I let you do that to me.” He was still on his back, looking up at the ceiling.

“Huh? What did I do to you?”

“That you made me cum in you like that.”

“Like what?” I propped my head on his shoulder, trying to understand.

“Like you just did.”

“You’re not making any sense.”

“Beautiful, do you have any idea of how you’ve changed me? Of the things you can get me to do?”

I laughed. “Not really, or is this another blow job thing of yours?”

Jay rolled onto his side and embraced me, my belly to his. “You’re the only person who has any control over me. Ever.”

“And what control do I have over you?” Judging from today, he had a pretty good hold on me. I mean, I did go out in public and marry him in a see-through dress.

Jay shook his head, with a mix of disbelief and almost, I thought, embarrassment. “I just let you do that to me. To go on top on your terms, not mine. There’s no way anyone else has ever been able to take over on me, I’ve never let them, but…”

“But you let me,” I finished his sentence.

He laughed, “I did. And it wasn’t so bad.”

“Wasn’t so bad? You weren’t complaining a few minutes ago,” I said, poking his shoulder.

Jay kissed my cheek, his lips catching the corner of my mouth. His kisses continued, light presses on my cheek, my neck, my jaw.

“Enough, Mrs. McAllister,” he said with his lips at my ear, his voice low.

I turned my head to get his mouth on mine and sucked him into a deep kiss, our tongues almost reaching our throats.

Jay pushed me onto my back and lay on top of me without breaking our kiss. I encircled him with my arms, wanting him as close as possible. He laid his weight on me, shoving apart my legs.

He pushed his body up, forcing me to loosen my arms. He pulled my arms the rest of the way from him and took one of my hands in each of his and pinned them above my head. His dick twitched between my legs, his cock awakening once more.

My pussy spasmed with excitement. But Jay pinned my arms to the bed and moved his head down, sucking my tit hard into his mouth. He moved across to the other and bit down with his teeth, causing a moan to erupt from my throat.

Jay bit all around my tits. I gulped several times as his teeth pressed into me. But each time he bit me, I got wetter and my body trembled with need.

At last he moved back up. His hands took hold of mine and he pushed them into the bed on either side of my head.

Without warning, he drove his cock into me. I squealed out at its force, slamming it into me over and over.

I tried to free my arms, to hold him as I braced myself from his pounding, but couldn’t budge them. Each time I tried he tightened his grip more.

His strength, his hold over me excited as much as his cock. My body was a foaming pot of boiling water and I screamed. And squealed. And moaned.

He crashed into me, and sent the boiling water over the edge, spilling me into a crazy wave of ecstasy. I stopped resisting him and let my writhing body wriggle on the bed. Jay continued to slam into me, into my now tender pussy, until he grunted and released himself.

Jay kissed my cheek and released my arms. He moved off me, and walked away to the bathroom.

I laid gasping, my ribs moving in and out trying to refill my lungs and calm my pounding heart. My body was emotionally and physically exhausted and it was all I could do to squirm and get myself under the duvet.

Jay returned and climbed into bed beside me, moving his body close against mine and draped his arm over me.

“Good night, Mrs. McAllister.” The words caused a smile to spread across my face.

“Good night, Mr. McAllister.”