The Champ:Bad Boys Book 5(35)

Suddenly, the bracelet took on new meaning. It was no longer an   oversized, overly expensive waste. Instead it was another piece of the   bond that held us together. I wrapped it around my wrist and clasped it   with tears choking me. Later, I'll have to look into the history of it,   for now it was enough that my husband to be thought I was worthy of  it.





Wyatt





"What did she say?" I stood at the altar as the strains of the wedding   march begun. "She freaked." I smiled at the imagery. I knew she would,   but I also knew that I needed her to have it today of all days. One of   my ancestors had earned that for bravery. It was a toss up whether or   not she'd see the correlation, but I thought she was the bravest person I   knew and wanted her to know it.

It had taken some doing to get it back from the Smithsonian where it had   been on loan for quarter of a century, but grandpa had put the screws   to someone to get it in time.

I heard movement at the door and my heart went into overdrive. I saw ma   and the others walk down to their seats but my eyes were only for her. I   don't know what was said or even what words I uttered when prompted, I   was more interested in the end, which came way sooner than I expected.

"So wait, you and ma made me go through all this drama for some hack to   take ten minutes to give me what I wanted?" She pinched me as we made   our way back up the aisle to the exit. I was ready to lose the monkey   suit and the damn guests. I don't see how men marrying virgins lived   through this shit. First you have to wait to claim what's yours, and   then they have to have a party before you can get the goods.

"Who came up with this reception shit anyway?"

"Wyatt behave, the party is a celebration for our friends."

"Fine, then let them have it, why do we have to stay?" I wasn't trying   to be a pig exactly. I had to leave her in two days, every second   counts.

"You look amazing by the way, thanks for meeting me." It was cheesy as   fuck but it's how I felt and it seemed to tickle her. "Thanks for asking   me." We danced, we laughed. We took a million pictures and all the   while I was counting down the hours until I could get her alone.

The rock on her finger took on new meaning. Each time it was caught in   the light was like a reminder. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I   was twirling her around the dance floor, oblivious to everyone else as   usual. "How am I looking at you?"

"Like you're seeing something new."

"I am, I'm seeing my wife for the first time, never had one of those   before. And since you're the only one I'm ever gonna have, I wanna   remember everything about this day and the way you look tonight."

"But I'm the same person."

"No, no you're not. Why do you think I was in such a hurry to get you   here? I knew it would change things for me. Knew that even though we   live in a time when men and women treat the institution of marriage like   little more than a joke, that it would mean exactly what it's supposed   to mean to me. Don't you feel it? That change between us, that bond  that  can never be broken? By the way you ever tell anyone I said any of  this  sappy shit I'll swear you're lying."

I had to lighten things up there at the end because she was starting to tear up and I didn't want any tears today, only joy.

We stayed there for another few hours before it was time to leave.   There'd been a lot of debate as to where we should spend the night since   we had to put off our honeymoon. She was fine with going back to the   house and though I knew evading the paparazzi might be a pain in the   ass, I wanted her to have this one night at least.

My security had arranged some kind of bait and switch that was supposed   to spare us any interference, so I let them do their thing without   letting on to her that anything was going on, because they were also on   the lookout for Carl the fuck.

When I was given the all clear we climbed into the back of the limo and   shut everyone else out. "Finally, I've been dying to see what else you   have on under here since that little leg tease earlier."

I ran my hand up her leg to her silky thigh where her garters began.   "Give me your tongue." All day, since I'd said ‘I do' I've been dying to   get her alone. It was one thing to fuck my girlfriend, but like I'd   told her, my wife was a whole other ballgame. I can't quite put it into   words, but that ring, that signed piece of paper, made everything   different for me.         

     



 

With her tongue in my mouth, my hand made its way to the treasure pot.   She was wearing what felt like a strip of lace over silk, her pussy was   bare and smooth. "You waxed your pussy?"

"Uh-huh." She hummed into my mouth as my fingers traced the edges of her   underwear before dipping under to her heat. "Open your legs." I wasn't   in a hurry. The driver had already been given instructions to take the   long way round to the hotel in the city, which was at least a couple   hours away.

I drove my fingers deep into her cunt, desperate to feel her juices   coating me again. Last night she'd tried holding me to one fuck because   of her and Marie's bullshit oldwife's tales, but I'd soon had her   singing a different tune with just one touch. Yet it felt like I hadn't   had her in way too long, and keeping my hands off her all day, now that   our relationship had changed, now that she was truly mine, had been   torture.

"How do I open this thing?" I wanted to see her tits that had been   pushing against her top all day, teasing the shit outta me. She spread   her legs wider and I hiked her dress up around her waist while she   reached behind her back and tugged on the zipper.

"Let me help you." I unzipped her, pulling the top down to reveal some   kind of contraption that was designed to make me crazy. Like her   panties, it was lace and silk in pure white with the lace over her   nipples, teasing me to take a taste.

Lifting her upper body while my fingers fucked her slowly, I lowered my   head and bit her nipple hard enough to make her scream. She looked like  a  wanton with her legs spread over mine, her dress pulled down around  her  tits, and her pussy exposed.

"Turn around." I reached beneath her ass and pulled my zipper down,   making room to release my cock. "Sit on my cock like a good girl." I   just pulled her panties aside, since I was sure she probably wanted to   save them or some shit. My cock was harder than usual and I knew it was   because of the fact of what we'd done today, because she'd in essence   given herself over to me completely. She was now mine in every sense of   the word. For an old throwback like me, that meant a hell of lot.

She eased her pussy down on my iron rod and hissed. "It's so hard." We   were both amazed that I was even harder, thicker, longer than usual and I   had to take it slow lest I hurt her. Looking down between us, I  watched  as her pussy stretched over the head of my cock before  swallowing me.

"Rock your ass back and forth baby, that'll help." She was having   trouble taking me in for the first time since our first week of fucking.   As wet as her pussy was, my boy was showing the affects of the day and   stood tall and proud. The scent of her heat reached my nose and made  my  head light.

I barely restrained myself from tearing her dress the rest of the way   off and destroying the bit of cloth she wore beneath it in my haste to   get her into my mouth. "Feed me your tits." I helped her lean forward so   I could suck hard on her nipple as she started grinding her pussy   against me taking me in to the balls.

"That's it baby, fuck my cock." The words seemed to incite her and she   sped up her movements as the car moved slowly through the late night   traffic. I let my hands grab her ass for more control and spread my legs   even wider. "Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck." I growled the words around her   nipple before biting into her flesh hard enough to leave a mark.

I bit into her flesh while we fucked suddenly mad with the need to mark   her. I wanted my stamp on her while I was gone; the need was almost   maddening. Where just the day before, I was borderline obsessed with   her, that shit had reached new heights. "My wife." Who knew those two   little words could carry so much weight?





Chapter 12


Traci







I'd barely put myself back together by the time the driver pulled up to   the hotel entrance. I don't think anyone would have to look too hard to   guess what we were up to. I could feel his seed running down the  inside  of my thighs and was afraid to take a glance at his trousers for  fear of  what I'd see.