My limp is almost gone just in time for the wedding. The press had a total field day when they found out what all had happened.

Yeah, I came totally clean about the engagement, the contract--everything. Amber insisted.

It didn’t really matter that she had been my fake fiancée, because by that point she was my real fiancée. If anything, it just gave us a great story to tell our kids. Edited for content, of course.

Cynthia Frost became an infamous household name. Winston sold his story to a movie studio for a huge chunk of cash.

And you’re probably wondering what happened to Anton... Well, obviously I’ve asked him to be my best man--

Just kidding. Fuck that guy. He’s serving at least nine years in a federal penitentiary for being an accessory to kidnapping. I had my lawyers hold off on him--just a little bit--for finally getting some balls at the last minute, after he’d fucked up everything and almost gotten everyone killed.

There’s a knock on the door, and I say absently, “Come in.”

I think it’s going to be James or one of the other staff, but when I turn around, I see it’s Amber.

She’s wearing nothing but a t-shirt. A white one. I can see her nipples pointing right through the cloth.

“Amber,” I say. “We aren’t supposed to see each other on our wedding day.”

She gives me an evil grin. “Now that we’ve seen each other, we might as well fuck.”

She licks her lips, and my cock springs up rock-hard. I’m just wearing boxers, and my cock presses right through the opening.

Her eyes widen as she looks down at me. “Damn, well I guess you’re ready then.”

When my leg was still messed up and in a cast, we had to get really creative. Amber rode me a lot, but I always liked being in control. Let’s just say I got an incredible workout every time we fucked.

Now that I’m free of the cast and mostly recovered, going back to the basics feels too good to pass up.

I grab hold of her through the t-shirt, squeezing her hips. I feel her bare skin on the lower part of my palm, and her warmth through the thin cloth on the top. I reach down instinctively, getting my hands below the shirt, and I squeeze her ass cheeks in both hands, pulling them up as I squeeze.

Her soft body presses against and into me, and I feel her pointed nipples hard against my abs. I take in a deep breath of her hair. Even after all this time, her scent drives me wild--she’s a drug I can’t quit.

Her lips press wet against my chest, and she runs her tongue up my neck as I lean down into her. Our lips meet, pressing together and opening up until our tongues drink each other in.

Her taste fills me up even more, and I find my hand letting go of her ass and sliding around to her front. My finger finds her wetness, and I run it up and down her swollen lips.

She moans into me as we kiss, and when I slide my finger up inside her, she releases the kiss. Her head leans back, and I kiss her exposed neck as I plunge a second finger into her sopping wetness.

I press her up against the wall, and she raises her leg up to give me more access. She rests her heel on the dresser, and I start to pump her hard with my fingers. Her inner walls squeeze and writhe against me, and her big breasts shake and bounce as I penetrate her.

I lean forward and pull her hard nipple between my teeth. I bring my lips--still wet with her saliva--over my teeth and I bite down hard. She squeals, and she bucks her hips against my fingers.

I feel wetness surging within her, so I move faster. I want to feel her cum all over my hand, and when she’s cum so hard and made herself soaking wet, only then will I turn her over and shove my thick cock inside her.

I run my tongue against her nipple and suck hard as she begins to tremble and convulse all over my fingers. She gasps and screams out my name, and already I feel my cock twitching with anticipation.

A surge of wetness flows across my fingers as all the muscles in Amber’s body tighten against me. Her pussy grips my fingers like a vice, but she’s so wet that I slide in and out effortlessly.

She exhales with a moan and a scream, and she pulls and tugs at my wrist.

“Please, Liam,” she says. “It’s too sensitive.”

I pull my fingers out, and I lick her thick juices off them, savoring her taste.

She falls down onto the bed, her ass riding up in the air. She knows exactly what has to happen next.

I see her reaching between her legs and gently fingering her clit.

“I thought it was too sensitive,” I say, grinning.

“Mmhmm,” she moans. “I’m still so horny. I’m ready for it, Liam.”

I’m on top of her in an instant, my hands gripping tight against her waist. I slap my hard cock against her back and run it across her ass, teasing her for as long as I can bear.

“Put it in,” she pleads.

The pain in my leg is just a vague shadow of what it once was. It’s not enough to stop me or slow me down at all. I’m so hard for Amber that not even another bullet could stop me at this point.

I run my cock against her wetness, and I press the tip right in. Warmth envelops me, and my eyes roll back into my head. I’m barely an inch in, but the anticipation of being balls deep into Amber’s pussy spikes my adrenaline through the roof.

I dig my fingers into her thick thighs as I press in deeper. The warm, wet tightness is just as good as it was the first time with her. My cock is so big that she has to really stretch for me to get in, but she’s always wet enough that it glides right in--I just have to take it slow at first.

I start to fuck her as I work my girth all the way in. I pull back, and then push back in, always going a little deeper than before. If I just rammed my cock inside her, it would be too much for her tight hole.

“God,” she says. “You’re so good Liam; it’s always so good.”

Damn right it is. I cup her breasts, letting her nipples slide between my fingers. I squeeze them between my fingers as I slide the last few inches inside her.

I feel my balls pressing against her backside, and I know I’m all the way inside her. I stay still like that for a few moments, just to marvel at the tight fit and the overwhelming sense of togetherness.

I squeeze her tits, and my cock twitches, urging me to finish what I’ve started.

I buck my hips, and Amber screams out.

I’ve taken it slow long enough, and I immediately begin to pound her raw. Her pussy gushes wet as I plunge hard and fast down her slick channel. My balls slap loudly against her, and I look down at her slim waist and thick, wide hips as I slide in and out of her. Her thick cream is coating my dick, and she arches her back down.

She moves her ass wildly against my cock, and the friction intensifies. I pound her hard for a long time, occasionally slowing down--more to give her a break than for myself. Any time I feel an urge to cum, I suppress it. I let it all build up more and more so that I can explode inside her with an intensity she’s never felt before.

And when I feel she’s about to cum--which I can feel with clarity from having been inside her so many times--I slow down and keep her just on the edge of orgasm. It’s a delicate dance, but it will all be worth it in the end.

I pull her off the bed and shove her face first against the wall. She gasps. My leg hurts, but nothing hurts as good as my cock feels.

I slam it into her from behind, and she squeals, digging her elbows against the wall. Waiting for me to pump her to orgasm and fill her up full with my seed.

I oblige.

I ram her so hard that her ass cheeks slap hard against my muscular thighs. I see her thick white cream coating my dick as I plunge it in and out of her. I feel her wetness coating and engulfing me each time I delve into her deepest depths.

And then her pussy clenches and tightens around my veiny rod, but I keep going, never slowing down.

Her body trembles against me, and her pussy gushes wet all around my cock. She milks me from within, and I finally allow myself to release. To cum.

My balls tighten up, and I thrust in as deep as I can as my cock finally explodes. My head swims and my eyes roll back into my head. It’s too intense. I feel my thick load blasting up into Amber’s channel, and then another, and another.

I love to know that I’m filling her up, and that she’s no longer on the pill. Each load I shoot is strong, and she’ll be full with my child in no time.

Her legs tremble, and I have to hold her up with my strong arms.

I push her flat against the wall, my cock still twitching deep inside her.

She laughs from pure happiness, and I press my lips right to her ear. “Did I ever tell you that I love you?”

She turns and kisses me. “You tell me every single morning, and then again every night.”

I grin.

“I never thought I’d be here,” Liam says.

“Where?” I ask. “At your mom’s wedding?”

He grins. “At my mom’s wedding, with my wife as my date.”

I laugh. “You really never thought you’d get married?”

He shakes his head. “Not until I met you.”

“Davis and your mom sure took their time,” I say.

Liam grins, still looking as handsome as ever, even after five years.

“I guess they didn’t need to rush,” he says.

“Sophia is taking way too long, isn’t she?” Liam asks.

“I’ll go check on her,” I say.

I go into the bathroom, and I see Sophia looking like she’s about to cry.

“Mommy,” she says, looking up at me. “I’m nervous.”

“You’ll be the most beautiful flower girl ever,” I say. I really mean it, too. She looks so adorable in her long dress, with ribbons in her golden hair.

“No,” she says. “I don’t want to get pee on my dress.”

She looks down at it, and I laugh.

* * *

I come out of the bathroom holding Sophia’s hand.

“What took you so long?” Liam asks, looking down at his watch. “Did you reinvent the toilet while you were in there?”

I never thought Liam would be one to crack dad jokes, even after he settled down. There must be some kind of biological switch in a man’s brain, though, where as soon as he sees his own offspring, his entire sense of humor shifts.

Sophia laughs. At least she thinks it’s funny. “Toilets are all the same, Daddy!”

“In China,” he says, “they are a hole in the ground. In Japan, they have little water jets that--”

“Okay,” I say, cutting him off. “She’s ready. Isn’t this exciting?”

Liam smiles, taking her in. “You look so beautiful, Sophia. Ready to wow everyone?”

She smiles. “Where do I get my flowers?”

* * *

Liam and I sit along the aisle together, on his mom’s side near the front.

I feel bad that I’m more excited to see my own daughter walk down the aisle than I am to see Liam’s mom and Davis get married--but I’m just being honest with myself. I won’t tell Liam that.

The minister talks, saying a lot of nice stuff that makes us all get a little teary-eyed. And then, finally, the music starts.

Sophia walks out first, throwing flower petals up into the air with a flourish. I see everyone turn back to look at her, big smiles breaking out on their faces.

“Awwww!”

“She’s so sweet!”

“What a beautiful girl!”

I beam with pride, and the biggest smile ever fills my face.

Liam grips my hand in his, and I feel his breath on my ear. “We did good, huh?”

“We did,” I say, still beaming.

“Let’s do it again,” he says. “I think it’s time.”

I smile even wider, but for an entirely different reason than before.