Chapter 18
Amelia
With the help of the pack and the clan, we threw together a wedding within the week. My mother’s wedding dress needed a bit of altering, but only a few changes were necessary. I planned to wear Ford’s mother’s veil as a sign of the two families merging, and my mother couldn’t stop crying. My father was beaming with pride, telling me how proud he was of the decision I was making for the family.
But I wasn’t making it for the family.
I was making it for myself.
My parents left the room and I took a good look at myself. The dress had this beautiful sheer print on the back of it with satin buttons lining my spine. It hugged my torso before draping over my hips, then fell into a trumpet billow at it hit my ankles. The veil I was wearing was lace and long. It left a grand trail behind me wherever I went and was attached to a comb I stuck in my hair.
Which was piled high on my head and hair sprayed to perfection.
A knock came at the door before it started to open. I figured it was my father coming to get me, but once I saw the tuxedo I freaked. What the hell was he doing here? Was he insane?
“Don’t come any closer, Ford.”
But he stepped into the room and shut the door behind him.
“Are you crazy? We aren’t supposed to see each other before the wedding!”
His eyes locked onto me, slowly roaming my dress and taking it all in.
“You look… phenomenal, Amelia.”
“And you just ruined the surprise,” I said.
“You could never be ruined,” Ford said.
“This is bad luck, you know. You’ve doomed us to seven years of bad marriage.”
“I think I have to break a mirror for that one,” he said.
“That’s seven years of bad luck. It’s different.”
“How so?”
He slowly walked towards me, his eyes dancing between mine. He looked wonderful in his tux. Tailored to his muscles and pressing lewdly against his cock. I could practically see the outline of it as it grew at the mere sight of me. I felt shivers run down my spine as I backed into the mirror I was looking at not too long ago.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Taking a good, long look at my wife,” Ford said.
“We aren’t married yet.”
“But we will be soon.”
His hand dipped down to my waist, fingering the satin fabric against my skin. I looked up into his eyes and saw the want he had for me. It robbed me of my breath as his hand trailed up my body. Fondling my waist and cupping my breast before his palm cradled the back of my neck.
“We can’t,” I said with a whisper. “My father will be back any minute.”
“Then I guess we better make it quick.”
In an instant, I was bent over the table next to me. My bouquet was on the floor and his hands were tossing the fabric of my wedding dress over my head. I felt alive against him. Trembling with anticipation as his pants fell to the floor. His cock slipped between my swollen pussy folds, their wetness in anticipation for what was to come.
“Always so ready for me,” Ford said. “I like that.”
He slid into me, pushing me hard against the table. I gripped the edges with my hands, trying to keep a lid on my sounds. I couldn’t bite down on my lip because I would ruin my makeup and Ford couldn’t grab my hair without ruining it. His fingertips sank into my hips as he settled against me, then I felt him lean his lips down into my ear.
“I love you, Amelia. And nothing in our lives will ever change that.”
He slid out of me and thrusted back in. I swallowed my groans as he pressed his chest into my back. He moved at an agonizing pace. One I knew would surely get us caught. I pressed back into his hips, feeling his tightly-coiled curls raking against my skin.
I couldn’t stand it any longer.
I needed to feel all of him.
I reared up from the table and wrapped my arms around my head. I threaded my fingers through the tresses of his hair, pulling his lips into my neck. He scooted us to the side, thrusting up into me as my legs parted for him. His eyes watched my reflection in the mirror as my jaw unhinged, his cock filling me to the brim only minutes before our wedding.
“This is how I want to remember you,” Ford said. “Wearing the innocence of white while dripping on my cock.”
“I love you,” I said breathlessly. “I love you so much more than I should.”
I felt Ford smile into my neck as his arms wrapped around my waist.
Faster and faster he went, sending my arousal down the insides of my thighs. I could feel him pulsing against me as his hips began to stutter. I was so close I could taste it. So close I could take off like a bottled rocket and aim for the sky. My nails scraped along his scalp as he nipped at my neck, his face being careful with the makeup my mother had painstakingly applied.
“It’s coming. It’s coming. I’m come-... F-... or-”
I stood on my tiptoes as his hands cupped my breasts. My pussy throbbed around him, pulling him deeper into my body. He buried his face into the crook of my shoulder, groaning my name and grunting with his efforts. I felt him still against me, spilling into my body as relief coursed through my veins.
But the moment was short-lived when we heard footsteps coming down the hallway.
The two of us put ourselves together quickly and Ford went to hide in the closet. I smoothed my hands out over my dress, hoping the shaking of my thighs weren’t noticeable. I stood there with my bouquet and my veil, taking deep breaths to rid the blush from my cheeks.
Then the footsteps started to fade away.
I snickered and began to giggle as Ford stepped from the closet. He came over and wrapped his arm around me, then placed a kiss on top of my head. Without another word he headed for the door, opening it to make his exit.
“I’ll see you down the aisle,” he said.
And tears of happiness lined the rims of my eyes.