Vegas wedding.”
“I thought for sure my parents would make us wait, but I guess they know what true love is like.”
“It’s pretty damn great, isn’t it, Mrs. Tanner?”
“You’re going to keep calling me that, aren’t you?” she asks, a giant smile lighting up her face. She likes it when I call her that.
“Fuck yeah. You’re mine now, shortcake. This is for life, and it’s about damn time too.”
She giggles, and I lean down to kiss her lips. As soon as she gave me the green light, I scooped her up and we hopped on the first plane out of Kansas City to Vegas. We got a quickie wedding—performed by Elvis—and now we’re in a suite at the Bellagio.
Julie pulls away, and I try to hold her tighter to me, not wanting to let her go.
“Easy, Abe. I just want to go change. I didn’t stop to get something to wear for the wedding night for nothing. I want this night to be perfect.”
“It already is. But if you want to have whatever you bought ripped to shreds, then by all means go change. But I’m giving you exactly seven seconds before I’m taking that door down and coming in after you.”
“Yes, sir,” she says with a mock salute. I don’t have the heart to tell her how awful that salute was, or that I like her calling me ‘sir’. I’ll save that one for another night.
As I watch her walk away, I take off all my clothes, wondering what she’ll think about the scars, how different I look now, but I push that thought aside. We’re past that. Julie doesn't care what I look like. I get into bed. I’m trying to be patient and give her the time she needs, even though I’m dying to feel her against me.
After what feels like an eternity, the bathroom door opens a crack, and she peeks out, hiding behind the door.
“I’m nervous. I don’t know why because you’ve seen me already, but this feels different.”
“It’s our wedding night, baby. It’s a big fucking deal.”
She laughs, and I hear her take a deep breath as if to steady her nerves. Finally, the door opens and she steps out. Suddenly, all the blood in my body goes to my dick, and I forget how to speak. It’s strange, finally being able to get hard after so long, but it seems all my body needed was her. It’s all it seemed to crave.
She walks slowly over to the bed, and I haven’t so much as breathed since she emerged from the bathroom. She stands at the end of the bed, looking like a pure angel, and I can’t find my tongue. She’s dressed simply in white lace, but seeing her like this, a virgin on our wedding night, it does something to the beast inside me.
A dark blush blossoms on her cheeks and chest, and I can tell she’s really shy right now. It shouldn’t make me harder but, fuck, it does.
“Abe?”
She whispers my name so quietly I almost don’t hear it.
“Perfect.” It’s all I can get out as I sit up and grab her, pulling her onto the bed. I roll us so she’s under me, my big body blanketing hers. She’s so tiny, but we’ll fit together. We have to. The white lace rubs between us, so I pull the cups down to expose her nipples, rubbing them on my chest. “So fucking perfect.”
“I’ve waited so long for you, Abe. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Julie. With all my heart.”
I lean down, kissing her, her body wrapping around mine. My hard cock presses against her opening, and I can feel how hot and wet she is. We’ve been on edge all day to seal the deal, so I’m skipping the foreplay for now. I need to get inside her and have our bodies connected like they’re meant to be. I need to have her in every way possible to know that she’s truly mine.
I move my hips so the tip of my cock pushes against her entrance. I look into her eyes, and she gives me a small nod, letting me know that she’s ready. When I push in and break her hymen, she lets out a little grunt. My girl is tough and fighting through the pain, not letting me know how much it hurts.
She’s so incredibly tight I have to