I came hot, fast, and hard.
I reached up, careful to avoid the shiny new ring on my finger, and stuffed my fist into my mouth. It was all I could do not to scream.
Roman didn't care about staying silent. He growled his satisfaction as my muscles convulsed, sending me to ecstasy, making me squirm and rock and thrash against his face. His powerful hands held me down, held me open, kept the pleasure coming strong.
It took what seemed like forever to come out of the hot white heat. When I did, an insatiable fire tore through my veins. I wanted him inside me.
My mouth, my pussy, my ass. Anything was game. Everything belonged to my old man now, and I wanted to give it to him in spades.
I reached between my legs and felt the massive bulge beneath his trousers. I shifted my legs, fumbling with his zipper.
“Babe, we're almost there...” Roman looked out the window.
I looked at him and winked. “I know you need it. Now, who's getting camera shy?”
Jesus, he was hard, like warm steel, and I wanted him inside me until he melted into slag. I brought my lips to his, flicking my tongue into his mouth, feeling for the zipper.
Then there was a clicking sound, and we were bathed in evening light. The neat dressed man who'd been hired to play chauffeur coughed uncomfortably.
“Fucking hell.” Roman gently pushed me away, and handed my panties to me. “Put those things back on, babe. You've earned it. We've gotta go.”
On our way out of the car, he leaned over to me, and grinned. “Better Jeeves here than the brothers. They'd have never stopped giving me shit for fucking you in the backseat on a ten minute ride. Not that they'll do any better when they finally get hitched.”
Arm in arm, we smiled for the brothers and old ladies flashing cameras, and went inside.
Our first dinner as a married couple went by in a blur. The men were getting rowdy by the end, hitting the dance floor with their girls.
Even the whores like Twinkie got in on the action, swinging around and giggling as Asphalt hurled her around the floor, snatching her close for a thick, drunken kiss.
Everybody congratulated us again. We waited for the liquor to keep flowing so we could make our exit unseen. By the end, things were turning really wild.
Harsh biker laughter cut through the booming music, and all the dark corners had couples together, caving to the passion and revelry building in the air. I watched Roman take one last swig of his tall beer, before he grabbed my hand and leaned over.
“Time to go, babe. Let everybody else have their fun, and we'll have ours. No bullshit – I'm gonna fuck you 'til sunup, 'til you scream, 'til the whole damned bed's soaked in our come.”
His hand reached for my thigh, squeezing it through my dress. I thought for sure my sweet white bridal gown would combust.
He didn't have to ask twice. With a snarl, he grabbed me, and carried me over his shoulder all the way down the hall to the elevators. Our room was attached, high up on the top floor. The place had an awesome view Rabid and Christa told us about when they'd stayed here in the summer.
But by the time we pushed into our room, the only view I cared about was the one in front of me. Roman threw me onto the bed and pinned me down, smothering me with his lips, stamping fiery kisses down my neck.
His fingers went straight between my legs, cupped my wet mound through my panties, and squeezed. I couldn't take it. I wasn't even sure why I'd bothered to put them on.
I pushed against him, trying to find room to take it all off. I'd never wanted us naked and joined so fucking bad before. Every nerve ached, and the swelling fire in my womb made my fingers nimble gymnasts. I was halfway stripped in less than a minute, only stopping to struggle with the zipper on the back.
Growling, Roman turned me around. I shivered with delight when his thick fingers found the zipper and yanked it down. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed everything down, unwrapping me, baring the gift he'd claimed. His hands slid back up, cupping my breasts, squeezing them so hard my nipples puckered.
“Hurry,” I begged. “I. Need. This.”
“Stand up and let it drop, babe. Everything except the stockings and those heels. It's all you get to fucking wear for the next twenty-four hours.”
He stood up with me. I barely shuffled out of the dress and unclasped my bra, freeing my breasts, before I was transfixed on him undressing.
The jacket dropped, and so did the suit, piece by piece. The bad boy underneath emerged in all his glory, the furious ink all over his hard torso rippling like a canvass in the evening light. When he shoved down his boxers, the bead in his cock shined, making it a target my lips couldn't resist for anything.
He smiled, watching me sink to my knees. I wrapped my hand around his length, feeling his hardness, and squeezed.