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I glance behind me and see that Carly, Camilla, and the priest as well are standing in the doorway watching us. I need to be alone with my bride. “Everyone, get out.”
Camilla pulls the other two away and closes the door behind them.
I turn back to my bride with narrowed eyes. “Are you fussing with your dress and working yourself up into a bundle of nerves while carrying my baby?”
“I thought a crystal was missing just here—” She reaches for a fold of fabric, but I seize her hand and place it on her belly, covering it with my own.
“You look so fucking beautiful I’m getting hard.”
A scandalized blush erupts on her cheeks. “Tyrant, we’re in church.” A moment later, she can’t seem to help her curiosity as she reaches for my pants and feels my cock. Her curiosity turns to surprise and delight as she traces the hard length of me.
I know how to soothe my bride’s nerves. I reach for my belt and undo my pants. “On your knees, angel. Get that pretty mouth full of my cock.”
She sinks to the ground, her skirt spreading around her, and takes my cock in her mouth. Slowly, her eyes close as she sucks. Not back and forth, just holding me in her mouth and moving her tongue against me.
I sink down onto a chair and pull her between my knees. “That’s just beautiful, angel. You’re so fucking pretty with your eyes closed and your lips wrapped around me.”
Vivienne moans softly and relaxes her body, completely lost in the sensation of her full mouth, her safety between my legs. There’s nothing for her to think about or worry about right now. I stroke Vivienne’s hair and her cheek. I’ve got her.
She stays like that for ten minutes, suckling me, squeezing my thighs, floating in warmth and peace. My balls start to ache. People out in the church are probably getting restless. I don’t give a fuck. When you’ve seen your woman about to hack at herself with a knife because she’s in so much pain, moments like this are even more precious.
Finally she stirs, and her sucking becomes purposeful. Horny. I’m usually delighted for her to blow me when she’s finished warming my cock, but today I stand up and pull her to her feet.
Then I grab handfuls of her dress and begin to drag it up.
Suddenly, Vivienne glances around for a clock, but there isn’t one. “Tyrant, how long have we been in here? We’re getting married now.”
“They can all wait.” Beneath her wedding dress, she’s wearing a white lace G-string and suspenders. “Holy fuck,” I murmur in a low voice, dragging my finger up the seam of her sex over the fabric.
“We’re in church,” she moans again.
“I saidholyfuck, didn’t I? Put your hands against the wall.” I turn her around and she does as she’s told, and I pull her dress all the way up to uncover her ass and tug her panties aside. Her lips are glistening with wetness.
“You’re so swollen and slippery, angel.”
“You know that warming your cock in my mouth does that to me.”
Vivienne reaches behind herself to help me with my pants, and her hand dives in to grasp my dick the moment I have my zipper undone. She massages me up and down, moaning softly. My pregnant bride in her beautiful white dress. Hungry for me.
“Oh, I know it.” I grasp the base of my cock, line it up at her entrance, and thrust inside her.
“Tyrant,” she cries out loudly and braces her hand against the wall as I thrust. “Tyrant, oh my God, Tyrant. Please, please, please.”
“Everyone out there can hear the bride being railed senseless,” I say into her ear with a wicked smile.
Vivienne gasps in horror and her cries turn to barely a smothered whimper.
I can tell from the way she’s breathing and moaning that it won’t be long until she climaxes. She manages to hold it in for about a dozen thrusts and then she forgets herself again as her orgasm tears through her. Feeling her shatter around me tips me over the edge, and I wrap both arms around her stomach and drop my head onto her shoulder, holding tight to my woman as I burst inside her.
Slowly, I lift my head. “Is it bad luck to fuck the bride before the ceremony or just to see the bride?”
Vivienne smiles woozily and pulls her G-string back into place. “Seeing as I’m pregnant already, I don’t suppose it makes a difference either way. We’re in nobody’s good graces after the things we’ve done.”
I turn her toward me and take her face in my hands. “You’re in my good graces, angel. Always. How are you feeling? Do you want to hug my leg and suck on my dick for a while longer?” That usually helps her when she’s feeling anxious. I’m obsessed with how cute she looks when she’s using me as a pacifier.
Vivienne smiles and shakes her head, and there’s not a trace of worry in her eyes. “I’m fine now, thank you.”
I smile and plant a kiss on the end of her nose, and then cover her face with her lace veil. “Wonderful. Let’s go and get married.”
