Page 72 of Their Tracked Obsession

Her Destiny

Sin

Our wedding reception was in full swing. Many guests had left because they were too shaken up by their lives being put in jeopardy. I couldn’t fucking blame them. Few people could stare danger in the face and live to talk about it.

Liv’s parents had stayed, and they surprised me. The pushback we got from Gloria and Frank had been a threat to our relationship with their daughter. They hadn’t wanted Liv in danger, but I guess we had grown on them and proved otherwise. Uncertainty happened every damn day, and life was too short to deny love.

A classic song played through the speakers, and Gloria wrapped her arms around her husband. Liv’s parents broke out in rhythm to the beat, and their shoes burned up the floor. They were on fire.

“Check out Mom and Pop killing it on the dance floor!” I cheered and clapped. “Unbelievable.”

I whistled through my fingers.

“Oh, shit…” Saint peered at me in panic. “Look what you did?”

“Me?” I pointed at myself.

“Yeah. You. Asshole.” Saint heaved out each word.

Gloria came our way. She let go of Frank and waved her hand at us to join her. No fucking way would I entertain her with the jig.

“Crap.” I shook my head with a smile.

“Oh, come on…” Gloria mouthed with a frown.

I made an X with my arms.

Gloria didn’t listen and proceeded toward us. She wanted to dance with her new sons-in-law. I wasn’t in the fucking mood. I’d rather dance with myself.

“Dance with me, boys.” Gloria smiled with extended arms.

“I’d love to.” Saint smiled as she wrapped her arms around him, and he glanced at me. “Come on, Sin. It’s quality family time.”

“I think I’m going to sit this one out.” I twirled a finger in the air. “Maybe next song, or five more from now.”

Saint glared at me and mouthed over her head, “I’m going to kill you.”

“Have fun, buddy!” I shouted through my cupped hands. “Knock ’em dead!”

Saint danced with our mother-in-law. She was thrilled. He twirled her around, but they kept getting closer to me. I panicked and grabbed my wife around her waist.

“Dance with me, wife.” I pulled Liv in close and rested my hand on the small of her back.

Liv giggled. “But we already danced.”

“Why not a second dance as husband and wife?” My fingers intertwined with hers. “Alone.”

“I like the sound of that.” Liv blushed.

My cock went stiff for Liv. The teeth of my zipper dug into the skin, but as uncomfortable as I was, she was worth it. She flushed brighter.

Yeah, baby. Liv felt my rock-hard dick and how much I wanted her. I wanted to bury myself in my wife. Make her scream, writhe, and beg for more.

I couldn’t wait to fuck Liv. Screw my wife for the first time. She was a temptation I could indulge in repeatedly and never tire of.

Fuck. I had an additional problem. All the guests were watching us, and I needed to get rid of my boner.

Once the song was over, I didn’t want everyone to experience an eyeful of my raging cock. There was no way to hide ten inches of massive, meaty flesh bulging out of the crotch of my pants. Not as if I cared, but I didn’t want to fucking embarrass my wife.