Page 84 of Denim & Diamonds

The way he saidgood girlmomentarily took my mind to a naughty place. I wouldn’t have minded kneeling at his feet while he dominated me in that tux tonight.

“Are you getting lost in your head again?”

I felt my cheeks heat. “Not the way you think.”

Brock excused himself to the bathroom. Shortly after, the DJ announced that the bouquet toss was about to begin.

What the hell…

I rose and stood toward the back of the crowd of ravenous single women, not expecting anything to come of it.

When Ilona threw the bouquet, everyone but me seemed to leap forward. One of the bridesmaids almost caught it, but it slipped out of her hands—landing on the ground by Brock’s feet, just as he returned from the bathroom.

He casually bent, picked up the bouquet as if it were a piece of dust on the ground, and handed it to me. Then he leaned in and kissed me to the sound of thunderous applause.

“Now seems like a good time to get the hell out of here,” he said after a moment. “You?”

“Sounds perfect.”

With all eyes still on us, I tossed the bouquet to the cute little flower girl before Brock and I left hand in hand.

***

Brock didn’t say much on the ride home, nor did he put his hands onme, much to my chagrin.

So imagine my surprise when the moment I opened the door to my apartment, I found my back against the wall, Brock towering over me.

“I can’t fucking hold it in anymore,” he breathed, his eyes flickering with desire.

“You were so quiet in the car. I thought maybe—”

“I didn’t want to look at you because I knew I wouldn’t be able to wait until we got home. We need to be in private for all the things I want to do to you tonight.”

My heart beat faster. Arousal raced through me, and he hadn’t even touched me yet.

Just as I had the thought, Brock slid his hand through the slit of my dress and moved it up my leg.

“Are you ever planning on wearing this dress again?” he asked.

I swallowed. “Why?”

“Because I might want to ruin it right now.”

“Do it,” I dared. “Just keep your tux on while you do.”

I felt a tug at the material of my dress and then a loud rip before our mouths collided. Brock kissed me hard as he ripped the dress a second time.

Raking my hands through his hair, I vaguely heard the sound of his belt buckle clanking as he undid the top of his pants. He then lifted me on top of him, my back against the wall.

Within seconds, I felt his cock at my opening, right before he pushed into me in one hard, swift movement. If I hadn’t been so damn wet, it might’ve hurt. But instead, his filling me felt like absolute ecstasy.

We were both still mostly fully clothed as Brock thrust into me.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you in this dress all night, Red.”

An unintelligible sound escaped me as I tried to curb the orgasm that begged to rise to the surface, faster and more powerful than any in my life.

“You’re getting my pants all wet, Red. Idefinitelyown this tux now.” He laughed over my mouth.