Chapter 41

Mariah

 

Five months later, I’m marrying the love of my life. I walk down the aisle to meet him as he stands and waits for me under the altar. My dad isn’t here – I didn’t ask him to be. I haven’t heard a word from him and don’t expect to. But that’s okay because I have Wesley. And we have our business, together.

I’ve been working as a senior realtor and closing so many deals that they’re going to make me a partner soon. I know that one day Wesley and I will own it all – not just as husband and wife, but as equal partners and owners in the business. But I want to earn it the old fashioned way.

Kristy isn’t around to accuse me of anything, but no one can say I slept – or married, or inherited – my way to the top of this company. Everyone has seen me there working late, even sleeping on that couch sometimes out of sheer exhaustion – and closing deals.

Wesley’s mom is among our guests, as his Aunt Shelley of course. She’s ecstatic that we’re getting married, and tells me she always knew we were meant to be, from the first moment she saw me. I’m glad I have such great support from his family, because I don’t really have any from my own. But, I do have friends here, who have become like family. Sterling and Elle wave at me from the front row, beaming at the sight of me in my wedding dress, which was specifically tailored to float right over my baby bump.

Wesley and I had decided to get married before I have the baby, but wait until after the baby arrives and is a bit older to go on our honeymoon. I want to drink some alcoholic beverages on a Caribbean beach, after all.

When I take my place in front of Wesley, I notice that a slight tear is running down his cheek. “You look beautiful, my wife,” he whispers to me.

The pastor starts the ceremony, and when it comes time to say our vows, which we wrote ourselves, neither of us has ever been more honest in our lives.

“I promise to tell you the truth, always,” I tell him. “To not let any secret come between us. To let you into every part of my life.”

“And I promise to stand by your side always,” he says, “To live with you, work with you, parent with you. To respect you, to protect you, and to honor you always.”

We dance with our guests until late into the night. And then later, in our honeymoon suite at the hotel where we had the wedding, he picks me – and my baby bump – up and carries us through the door.

“Look at my strong man, picking me up like that,” I laugh.

“Oh please,” he says. “That was nothing. Plus, I want to ravish you.”

“Ravish me?” I ask him. “Didn’t you just vow to respect me always?”

“I respect your curves,” he says. “And I respect your wet pussy by sliding my cock into it.”

“Is that so?” I ask him, as he struggles to undo the lacy tie on the back of my dress.

He bends me over the bed and takes me from behind, just like I love to feel him do. And now, he can cum in me without us having to worry about anything. He spreads my ass cheeks wide and sticks his finger into my pussy.

“You’re so wet for your husband,” he says, rubbing the slick juices between his fingers.

“I sure am,” I agree.

He spanks my ass, but not too hard – he’s been gentler ever since he’s found out I’m pregnant, although he tells me that after the baby arrives and I’ve had time to heal, he’s going to take my anal virginity just like he took my regular virginity.

He thrusts his cock inside me and says, “What a bad girl you are. Letting me spank you and fuck you.”

“I’m your bad girl,” I tell him. “Your bad wife.”

“And I’m still your boss, for the next couple years or so,” he says, as he thrusts in and out of me. He reaches around to play with my clit while he fucks me. “And don’t you forget it.”

“Yes, sir,” I tell him, as he holds onto my hips and moves me front to back while his cock has his way with my pussy. “Yes, boss.”

When he starts to play with my sensitive nipples, I lose my mind, crying out “Oh, my God, Wesley, I’m cumming,” as I let the wave of a powerful orgasm wash over my entire body.

“Cum for your husband,” he commands me. “For your boss. Cum all over my cock.”

As I’m doing so, I feel his cock pulsing and throbbing as he, too, cums in me. He shoots his load inside me, filling me up with his warm cum.

“Holy shit,” he says, taking his cock out of me and pausing, with an arm on the bed. But with his other hand, he rubs his cock around my pussy and ass, saying, “I left such a cream pie in your pussy. I can’t wait to put one in your ass, after the baby gets here.”

“I can’t wait until you do that either,” I say.

He picks me up and carries me onto the bed, where he wraps his strong arms around me and gives me a kiss goodnight, on our wedding night.

“Good night, my wife. I love you.”

“Good night, my husband. I love you too.”