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  Her eyes meet mine and I watch as tears form. I made the wedding planner set this up for me. She tried to argue that she didn’t have the time, or the resources. I gave her a handful of cash, and magically, it was completed.

  “Now, show me what I bought,” I growl.

  Her eyes widen, and a smirk appears on her lips. “Here I thought you were being romantic,” she muses, shaking her head as she walks over to the bed.

  My cock hardens as she hitches her dress up and tugs her panties down before she sits on the edge of the bed. “That wasn’t romantic?” I ask, tipping my head to the side.

  Tilly bites on her bottom lip, her legs slowly spreading apart. I’m unable to keep my gaze away from her parting thighs. My cock hardens immediately, and when I see her pussy glistening in the candlelight I groan.

  “Romance me, Sterling,” she pants.

  I grin. “Not sure I know how, pretty girl.”

  “You did all this,” she states waving a hand in the air, before she re-grips the hem of her dress.

  Shaking my head, I grunt. “I didn’t, I paid someone to.”

  “Still, it was a romantic gesture,” she whispers. “What do you want me to do, now?” she asks.

  I think about her question. I’m not a romantic man, never had to be, but I want to do nice things for her. Maybe that means I’m only romantic for her? Or maybe it doesn’t mean a goddamn thing. Who the fuck knows? Right now, all I know is that I want that wet pussy I own, all over me.

  Ignoring her romantic gesture statement, I give her an order. “Keep those thighs spread wide for me, Tilly. You close them and I’ll fucking spank you,” I growl closing the distance between us.

  I sink to my knees in front of her, humming when I catch a whiff of her scent. Her pussy drives me insane. I know that I own her, but shit, this cunt owns me just as much. Leaning forward I drag my tongue from her ass, to her clit, swirling around the little nub before I slide my tongue back down to her slit, and slip it inside.

  “Sterling,” she moans, as one of her hands fists my hair gently.

  I close my eyes, enjoying the way she tastes on my tongue. Before Tilly, eating pussy was something I did out of obligation. Give and take so to speak. Now, I’m fucking cunt drunk on her flavor. Everything about Tilly renders me weak and fucking owned, and her taste is no exception.

  “Oh, God. You feel amazing,” she gasps.

  I grunt, grabbing ahold of her inner thighs and pushing her legs apart even farther. Lifting my focus back up to her clit, I suck on her before I flick it with my tongue.

  Goddamn.

  She shakes against me, her thighs trembling against my fingertips firm grip. I don’t give a fuck. I don’t slow down, and I refuse to stop until she’s screaming.

  Her taste floods my tongue, and a second later she cries out with her climax. I lap at her center, collecting every fucking drop of her cum. With my free hand, I unbuckle my pants, shoving them down as I stand to my feet.

  Without a word, I wrap my fingers around her hips and I slide inside of her wet, still pulsing pussy.

  Keeping my eyes on hers, dressed in pure white, I fuck my wife. My bride. Mine.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  TILLY

  Sterling and I walk out of the little gardener’s shack, me on extremely shaky legs. Thankfully he slips his arm around my waist to keep me steady. With a much slower pace, we head back to our wedding reception.

  “Your mom will probably kill us,” I mumble.

  He snorts. “She can try, but I paid for everything, so we can do whatever the fuck we want to,” he shrugs.

  Leaning my head against his shoulder, I let out a small giggle. “Okay, Sterling,” I sigh.

  I can hear the music grow louder as we approach. I yawn, covering my mouth, my body is sated and happy right now. I could curl up next to Sterling and sleep for a week. “Where have you two been?” Darla, the wedding planner hisses as we approach her.

  “Not your concern,” Sterling states, arching his brow, daring her to defy him.

  She lowers her gaze as she clenches her jaw. “Understood, sir. There were some guests that attempted to gain entrance. They’re being held by security, for you,” she grinds out.

  Sterling’s brows furrow, and he thanks her. Dismissing her without saying a single word as such. I watch her swiftly walk away before he turns to me. “I’m going to go check that out. You go with the guys, or my parents, okay?” he asks, concern obviously written all over his face.

  “Okay,” I nod.

  Turning from him, I hurry toward the first group that I see, which are Connery and Bexley. When I arrive, at their side I give them both a bright smile, pretending that I’m not concerned about who could be causing problems at the front of the house.

  “It's all so pretty,” Bexley whispers.

  I smile. “Thanks, it’s all Natasha though, she came up with everything,” I admit.

  Bexley shakes her head, “Doesn’t matter, it’s still gorgeous,” she winks. “And the coffee was to die for,” she sighs.

  “Was it? I don’t drink coffee, but Natasha special ordered it.”

  Connery slips his arm around Bexley’s waist and tugs her against his side. “Bex has a serious love affair with coffee. In fact, I think she likes it more than she likes me,” he winks.

  Her face turns red, but she shakes her head. “I was a barista, you know…” her smile fades. “Before.”

  I nod, her words clear as day. Before her brother and my parents, sold us off to auction. Connery frowns, something dark coming over him and I watch as he removes his hand from her waist. He runs his fingers through his hair, then adjusts his glasses.

  I’m afraid to say anything, the air is suddenly thick around us and filled with static. “Before I fucked your life up?” he asks, a murderous gaze pointed directly at Bexley.

  Slowly, I take a step back from them. Not wishing to get in the middle of their argument. However, I do hear Bexley’s soft voice before I’m out of earshot.

  “Conny, you know that’s not what I meant.”

  She sounds like she’s pleading with him, like maybe this conversation isn’t new. I wonder if it’s her, or if maybe his guilt is eating him alive.

  STERLING

  I shouldn’t be surprised by the two people my security guards have corralled against the corner of my home. Aymee and Joseph Harrington in the flesh. When Aymee’s eyes meet mine, she gives me a smug smirk.

  “He’ll tell you, we’re his in-laws,” she snaps at my guard.

  I chuckle, walking a little closer before I rock back on my heels. “Oh, they know who you are.”

  Both Aymee and Joseph’s eyes narrow as they look at me. “Steven, make the call,” I announce, not looking away from my in-laws. He mumbles a yes, Sir.

  “You two aren’t allowed to be here. I told you to stay away from Tilly,” I drawl.

  Aymee puffs her chest out. “We’re her parents. You married her today, which now makes us family. The rules were different before you two tied the knot. You can’t keep us away from our daughter,” she states as though she’s declaring some kind of fucking law.

  I laugh, which makes Joseph, the pussy, pale. “You aren’t shit. I told you, you weren’t shit, and it still stands now. You don’t know Tilly, and she doesn’t know you. You don’t exist to her, and she doesn’t exist to you.

  “Yes, Tilly is my wife now, which incidentally still means that I control who she comes into contact with. The game hasn’t fucking changed, Harrington’s. You attempt to make contact with her again, and I’ll just call the police again,” I shrug. Leaning in I hiss. “Try me, fucking please test me. I would love to watch your asses get thrown into jail.”

  The words leave my mouth right as a squad car appears in the driveway. I inform the officer that I’m the groom, this is my home, and that the two individuals are trespassing.

  I watch as they’re escorted off of the premises and I file a report, just in case they try to get mouthy with me in the
future. I wasn’t joking when I said I’d watch them get thrown in jail. Paper trail is key, and I’m going to build that shit up, starting today.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  STERLING

  “This dress is bullshit. I’m about to cut you out of it,” I growl as I attempt to unbutton the back of Tilly’s wedding gown.

  She hums, and a drunken little giggle escapes her lips. She wiggles, and I release the dress in exasperation. That is, until I realize why she’s wiggling. She’s hiking her dress up, and when it’s all the way up to her waist I groan.

  No fucking panties.

  “Maybe you could fill me up, while you unbutton?” she asks, throwing a heated look across her shoulder.

  Deciding her idea sounds pretty good and being a bit annoyed that I didn’t think of it myself, I quickly undress. I wrap my hand around my cock and squeeze to relieve a little of the ache that’s been building.

  Our wedding lasted far longer that I wanted it too, but I couldn’t pull Tilly away. She was having far too much fun. Now, I’m on edge, ready to come all over her pretty ass that’s bared and ready for me.

  Easing my cock against her soft, wet pussy, we both groan. “Hold on to the footboard, pretty girl,” I murmur.

  She does, and I can feel her body brace for impact, but I don’t slam inside of her. I slowly sink into her waiting pussy. I feel her relax around me as I bury myself to the hilt. Only then do I reach up and slowly unbutton her dress.

  “Sterling,” she whimpers.

  I chuckle. “You had a good idea, pretty girl, now quiet while I unbutton this dress.”

  “But, I need you to move,” she whines, turning her head to look at me over her shoulder again.

  Shaking my head, I make a tsking sound. “Just feel the way I fill you up, Tilly,” I hum.

  She sucks in a ragged breath, then slowly exhales. I take my sweet fucking time unbuttoning her dress, enjoying the way with each button, more of her sexy back is exposed. When it’s completely finished, I think about helping her pull it off, but I want to fuck her in it one last time.

  Slipping my hand beneath the bodice, I cup her tit, finding her nipple and gently pinching it. She moans, her pussy growing a little slicker as I play with her gorgeous tits. Tugging, pinching and massaging her, I start to slowly ease my cock from her tight heat, then slide back inside.

  “Sterling,” she moans, her breathing coming in sexy pants.

  “Mrs. Montgomery, your pussy is fucking delectable,” I state as my hips continue to slowly piston in and out of her cunt.

  She whimpers, pushing back against me, with each forward thrust of my hips. “Can I touch myself, I’m so close,” she cries.

  “Touch that pretty clit for me, Tilly. Make your pussy squeeze my cum out, so that I can fill your cunt up to the brim,” I growl.

  Her hand leaves the footboard, and I moan when I feel her fingertips graze against my balls. It spurs me on, fucking her harder and faster. My control finally slipping as my hips slam against her sweet ass.

  I hear her scream, the sound like music to my ears as her pussy clamps down around my cock. She does just what I demanded of her, she milks my cock of its release, I roar as my cum fills her tight body.

  TILLY

  Sterling’s warm breath fans my shoulder as he presses his chest against me and attempts to catch his breath. His cock is still buried deep inside of me, and I can feel our combined release sliding down the insides of my legs. It makes me moan, feeling us against my skin.

  “Did I not satisfy you, Mrs. Montgomery?” he whispers in my ear.

  I smile, looking over at him as best as I can. “You did, but feeling our release, all sticky and warm…” I blush unable to finish my sentence.

  “It turns my pretty girl on,” he says finishing my sentence.

  I nod, biting the corner of my lip. “Good,” he grunts slipping from my pussy. Standing straight, my dress falls to my feet. Turning around, I watch him, waiting for him to speak. “I think you need to come before I fill you up, again.”

  “Again?” I breathe. “I mean, we’ve already done it twice today,” I smile.

  Sterling grins, then he winks, “Pretty girl, I’m going to have that pussy overflowing with cum by the time we fall asleep tonight. You’re my wife, now.”

  “Okay,” I say tilting my head to the side, confused.

  He lifts his hand, cupping my cheek. “And now you’re one hundred percent mine to do with as I please, Tilly. All I want to do is bury myself in your sweet pussy day and night. All I want to see, is my cum leaking from your center, all day, every day. Am I going to get what I want?” he rasps.

  My breath hitches, images of his words flashing in my mind. Leaning forward, I whimper as I press my lips to his. “Yes, Sterling. Whatever you want, it’s yours,” I whisper.

  I mean every single word of it too.

  Every single solitary word.

  I am his—mind, body, and soul from now until I take my last breath.

  Epilogue

  Two Years Later

  STERLING

  I grip her hips, slamming her down on my cock. “Yes,” she cries, throwing her head back.

  Her tits sway, with each move either of us makes. My fingertips dig into her flesh, forcing her down again before I slide my hand up the center of her chest, wrapping it around the front of her throat.

  “Come all over me, pretty girl,” I grind out. “Make a goddamn mess,” I growl.

  “Shit,” she curses, lifting her head back up, her big green eyes focused on mine.

  I watch as her climax takes over, her face transforming into something even more beautiful than the way it normally looks. Her thighs shake and her body jerks against my lap.

  I don’t let her relish in the feeling much longer than a second. Instead, I lift my hips and I fuck her, continuing to bring her down, over and over, until I finally spill my cum deep inside of her.

  “Sterling,” she whimpers.

  Releasing her throat, I lean forward, dipping my chin to capture a nipple between my teeth. I tug the bud which causes goosebumps to break out all over her skin. “You think that put another baby inside of you?” I ask, running my other hand over her soft belly.

  “Two isn’t enough?” she asks.

  Leaning back, I arch a brow. “Fuck no. Did you think I was fucking around with you, Tilly?” I ask. She shakes her head, a smile playing on her lips. “Hold your tit out for me. I’m still hungry for you, pretty girl,” I grunt.

  She does as I demand, cupping the bottom of her breast, holding it out for me to suck and nibble on. I take my time, enjoying the way her skin tastes, sucking and teasing her gorgeous tit. They’re bigger than they used to be, and I fucking love it.

  After back-to-back pregnancies, all of her is softer, and rounder than it was the day I bought her. I love every dip and curve of her body, with each changing season she looks even more beautiful to me.

  I continue to take my time with her offered tit. My other hand caresses her soft stomach, my fingers, gently gliding over her clit every so often, enjoying the way her breath hitches when they do.

  “Someone’s going to come in, Sterling. I should go,” she whimpers.

  I chuckle against her skin. Nobody would dare walk into my office with my wife here. Everybody knows the rules. It was the only way I could come back to work after all.

  When we were first married, until Henry was born, Tilly came into the office with me every day. I wasn’t kidding when I said I was addicted to her cunt, I was.

  I had to fuck Tilly first thing in the morning, then by ten I was jonesin’ for more, by noon I had to have another taste, then again at two. By four I was home and balls deep inside of her, again.

  None of that changed when we found out she was pregnant with Henry, in fact, it only got worse. Tilly basically sat on my dick for her entire pregnancy, and the angel never once complained, in fact, she was just as into it as I was.

  Unfortunately, after Henry came barreling into
our world, things were shaken up for a little bit. Not only could she not sit on my cock all day, every day, I found it extremely difficult to leave them alone at home, even after I beefed up security.

  I started working from home, three days a week, and it helped, not only my addiction, but also my need to help care for my son.

  Tilly got pregnant the first time I came inside of her after clearance from her doctor. I didn’t mind, a single bit. She was ravenous for me again; six weeks was all the break she needed.

  Every time Henry was down for a nap, I slid inside of my wife’s sweet cunt. I found myself driving home like clockwork, every two hours. Then, Piper came bounding into our lives, screaming and absolutely beautiful.

  That was two-and-a-half months ago. I’m ready for Tilly to be pregnant again. I want her heavy with my baby, always. Not only does she make a gorgeous pregnant woman, she is a fantastic mother. She’s handled everything with ease, it’s the sexiest thing in the world.

  “Your mother can’t stay there all day,” she whispers breaking me of my thoughts.

  I grunt. “Sure, she can, she’s grandma,” I shrug.

  Tilly giggles, “No, she really can’t. I only told her I wanted to have a lunch date with you. If I’m here longer than an hour and a half, she’ll be calling,” Tilly whimpers, as my teeth sink into her peaked nipple.

  I’m hard again, something I’m in a constant state of, when she’s around me. “Then you better ride my cock again, quickly pretty girl. I’m not letting you up until this pussy is completely full,” I grin. She moans, wiggling her hips slightly. “And if you clean up between now and the time I get home, I’ll be fucking pissed.”

  I feel her pussy grow even wetter when I tell her that, and it makes me chuckle. My pretty girl likes being dirty. She rides me again, her green eyes never leaving mine. I don’t look anywhere but at my Tilly, enjoying the way her gaze glazes over as she climbs closer toward her climax.