EPILOGUE

Cas

One month later

I’m wearing cake on my face, and carrying Jade out of the elevator, hurrying down the hall with her to our suite.

She’s laughing hard, tears streaking down her cheeks. “Slow down,” she gasps, her mirth lightening her voice. She nuzzles my cheek, her tongue stroking out to lick some of the chocolate wedding cake from my face. Jade moans and my cock answers with a jerk.

It’s not soon enough that I have her spread out on the bed, my hands attacking the layers of my tuxedo.

“My great-aunt and uncle are going to think we’re crazy.”

“Nah, baby girl,” I drawl. “Your family was more excited at the prospects of being close to a casino. I believe your great-aunt and uncle were feeling luckier once I cleared the space for guests. They’ll be too busy gambling to be looking out for us. We snuck off at a perfect time.”

Jade grins, raising her arched black brows. “What about you? Are you feeling lucky tonight?”

I laugh. “Only if the beautiful lady smiles down on me.” Dragging my eyes over my wife’s curvy body, her dress’s shit-ton of ivory white material can’t mask her hourglass shape. I suck in my bottom lip, my teeth locking down on the flesh.

Popping my lip out, I say, “Not that luck has a place here. It has nothing to do with what’s gonna happen with us, babe.”

“So you say.” Jade smirks, turning to present her back. She gestures for me to get the buttons and ties of her wedding dress. Sweeping her long, sleek ponytail out of the way, she warns, “Don’t you dare rip or tear the buttons.”

“I’ll buy a new one,” I say.

She shoots me a glare. “And I want this one, so treat it nicely.” She’s attached to the confection of a dress. It is sexy as fuck, though I’m starting to hate its elaborate ties prolonging me from getting at her.

“Jade, you’re testing me.”

She laughs a silvery sound that arrows my heart. “Unwrap your present, husband of mine.”

I’m struggling to do as she wishes. Finally, with a patience I didn’t believe I possessed, I free her of the dress.

I work off my dress shirt, using it to wipe off the cake Jade hasn’t licked from my face. I can get more expensive clothing where that came from. I loosen the belt from my dress pants next, dropping them to the floor.

My briefs follow, and my erection bobs out proudly, a flagpole of the desire I’d been leashing through the ceremony and the opening of the reception. It’s a wonder I lasted through photos, a first dance, and what felt like was a gazillion well-wishing speeches from family and friends, before my resolve broke at the cake-cutting.

Jade’s dress pools around her feet. She lifts it up and spreads it on the tufted ottoman foot stool. Once she’s done, I make a grab for her from behind.

“Cas!” she squeals, her delightful giggle washing over me. She grinds her thong-clad ass against my shaft, her light blue bustier straining at the top with her generous breasts. The whole of her body teases me.

Reaching behind, Jade’s hand grasps my cock and I groan, thrusting into her soft palm. “Fuck. You’re beautiful. And you’re all mine, aren’t you?”

She pumps me, her hand massaging my veiny, thick shaft from base to weeping tip. Jade moans when I lower my head and nip at the juncture of her neck, my teeth sliding over her leaping pulse.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You,” she breathes.

“And who the fuck do I belong to?” I latch onto her throat, suckling roughly, the need to mark her possessing me.

“Me,” she says, gasping when I sink my teeth lightly into her, but not enough to break skin. Only to exaggerate the love bite I’m admiring. I kiss the reddened area over her skin. It glows beautifully with the indentation of my teeth and lips.

Jade fists me faster, her movements growing jerkier; her arm must be tiring in this awkward position. Not wanting to come too soon, I force her hand from me, hating the contrast of her tender palm and tight grip leaving me so soon.

Kneading my cum-heavy balls, I move to pinch the tip of my cock. I hold on fast, palming my crown, willing back the urge to paint her ass with my seed. All of it would be saved for when I’m buried balls-deep in my girl. My woman. My wife. And the mother of my unborn first child.

I mean to return the favor.

Looping an arm around Jade’s trim waist, I sweep my hand over her baby belly. She’s growing more taut in the middle, and I imagine the life we’ve created nestled inside of her womb. I slide down past her stomach to her mound, my fingers purposefully brushing over her hard clit.

“Cas,” Jade hisses, her hands falling over my forearm, not holding me back from my questing trail though. I hook my chin on her shoulder, watching her watch my fingers slip down to the apex of her thick, pale thighs.

I grit my teeth at my unexpected find. “Jade…” I trail, closing my eyes, no longer grinning like an idiot. To think I had the upper hand for a moment, while she was playing the long game all along. “Crotchless panties,” I clench. “Really?”

She laughs softly. “I thought they were cute, and—bonus—easier access for you this way.”

“You mean I could have held you on my lap and fucked you at the head table. Slipped right into this bare cunt of yours.” I flash open my eyes. The fantasy has me licking my lips, my fingers teasing over her wet pussy lips.

I can’t take it anymore. Whatever final bit of restraint I had evaporates.

Jade yelps.

I’m hauling her through the air, dropping her onto our bed. I have her on her knees, spacing out her legs for me to slip my head between them. She stares down at me, her bustier still in place, her breasts heaving over the top at her quick intakes of air. Her puffy pussy lips stare me in the face, the pale pink folds glistening with her honey.

I lick my lips again. “Give it to me, babe.”

She moans my name. “Cas, I…”

I hush her. “No getting shy on me now. Smash that pussy into my face like you did the cake. Get in here.” Keeping my eyes on her, I lift my head and touch my mouth to her cunt, my hands digging into her plush ass and forcing her down to meet my wriggling tongue.