Six months later Jake got down on one knee in the exact spot where we'd had our first kiss (the pantry, fairy lights still strung up from that fateful party).
He didn't have a ring box. He had my ripped lace thong from that night stretched around a simple platinum band.
"Marry me, Em," he said, voice rough. "Let me own you in front of the whole fucking world the way I already own this pussy every single day."
I cried, nodded, and then he fucked me on the pantry floor until the shelves collapsed and canned goods rolled everywhere. The ring slid onto my finger slick with both our cum.Wedding planning was foreplay.Venue hunting: he dragged me into an empty ballroom after the coordinator left, bent me over the grand piano and fucked me so hard the lid slammed shut on every thrust. He came inside me while whispering, "Imagine saying 'I do' right here while my cum drips down your thighs under your dress."Dress shopping: I tried on a backless mermaid gown. He waited until the consultant stepped out, then shoved me against the three-way mirror, yanked the skirt up, and railed me from behind while I watched us in every reflection.
"Look at my future wife," he growled, hand around my throat. "Getting fucked senseless in her wedding dress like the perfect little cumslut she is."
I came so hard I left a puddle on the fitting-room carpet. We bought the dress that day.Cake tasting: we fed each other bites like good fiancés, then he pulled me under the table at the empty bakery, spread my legs on the chair, and ate my pussy instead of the red velvet. He licked frosting off my clit until I sobbed his name into a napkin.
The baker walked back in just as he was zipping up. We smiled sweetly and ordered three tiers of that exact flavor.Bachelor/bachelorette parties? Canceled.
We spent the weekend in a cabin instead, no phones, no clothes.
He tied me to the porch railing at sunrise and fucked every hole until I was hoarse.
Made me crawl to him on the dock and beg to suck his cock while loons called across the lake.
Carried me into the water at midnight and fucked me slow while I floated on my legs locked around his waist, ring glinting under the moon, whispering, "Gonna put a baby in you the second we're married."The wedding day was perfect chaos.I walked down the aisle in white lace, no panties, his cum still inside me from the quickie he gave me in the bridal suite twenty minutes before ceremony.
He stared at me like he was starving the entire time. When the officiant said "you may kiss the bride" Jake grabbed my veil, yanked me to him, and kissed me so filthy half the guests gasped. Then he bent and whispered against my lips, loud enough for the front row to hear:
"Ready to get bred by your husband, Mrs. Jake?"Reception was a blur of champagne and dirty promises.First dance: he held me close, hand low on my back, fingers slipping under the lace to tease my asshole while we swayed.
"Feel that?" he murmured. "Whole room watching and my husband's already planning which bathroom he's gonna fuck me in first."He didn't even wait for cake.Ten minutes after the toast he dragged me into the coat check, locked the door, and bent me over a pile of winter jackets that wouldn't be needed until next season.
Dress rucked up to my waist, veil still on, he slammed into me so hard my tiara fell off.
"Say it," he snarled, pounding deep.
"I'm—fuck—Mrs. Jake now—"
"And whose cumdump wife are you?"
"Yours—only yours—breed me, husband, please—"
He did. Filled me until it leaked down my legs under the gown, fixed my veil, and walked me back out like nothing happened.We never made it to the limo.He fucked me in the garden, against the ivy wall, veil tangled in the leaves, my legs around his waist while fireworks from someone else's party lit up the sky.
Then in the back of the photo booth—four flashes, four positions, four loads. The strip came out perfect: me with mascara tears, him grinning like a devil, my wedding dress ruined with cum stains.Honeymoon was two days in a private villa, no staff, no rules.
He kept me naked the entire time, collared with the garter I'd worn, crawling, begging, constantly dripping his seed.
On the third morning he woke me with his cock already inside me, slow-rolling his hips.
"Morning, wife," he whispered, kissing the ring on my finger. "Time to start putting babies in you for real."I wrapped my legs tighter around him and smiled.We had ten years to make up for.
Now we have the rest of our lives to keep trying.And we haven't stopped fucking like newlyweds since.