Page 62 of Make Her Mine

I took the stairs two at a time to what was nowoursuite. Kicking the door closed behind us, I put her feet on the ground, then began the arduous task of removing the wedding dress .

Finally, she stood in front of me with nothing on but a smile. “Your turn, Brandon.”

Kicking off my boots, I undressed in record time, then picked her up and carried her toourbed. “Oh, girl, you have no idea what’s about to happen to you.”

Her cheeks went red; her arms flew open. “Show me.”

I wasn’t about to just hop on and take a ride. “You just lay back and relax and let me do what I do best.” Pushing her legs apart, I pulled her to the side of the bed until her legs hung off, then got on my knees.

When my lips touched hers, she moaned, “That feels amazing, Brandon.”

“Girl, I haven’t even started!” She was in for a surprise, that was for sure.

Running my tongue through her warm folds, I kissed and licked until she was screaming with an orgasm, “Brandon! Oh, God!”

Only then did I stop and move my body up hers, kissing every inch of her along the way. Pulling her legs up to bend her knees, I put my cock at the cusp of her virginity, then thrust it in nice and quick. “You okay?”

She moaned and moved her foot up the back of my leg. “Oh, yeah, babe, I am more than okay, I’m on fire for you.”

Moving with ease, I found she wasn’t fragile in the least. “Damn, Ella, just like dancing, you’re a natural at this.”

She arched her body up to mine. “I’ve sat on the shelf longer than most. Can we do this for the rest of our lives?”

The way her tits squished between us, the way her hipbones pressed into my stomach, the way her body moved with mine, it was better than any fantasy I had about her. Moving faster, making harder thrusts, I loved the sound of her breathing as the air was pushed out of her lungs with every plunge I made.

We became nothing more than two bodies tangled into one. No one knew where one ended, and the other began. Her clit convulsed around my cock, and I gave it all to her, every last drop.

We lay there, breathing hard, sweating profusely, and out of our minds with love. Ella stopped taking the birth control pills shortly after telling me the reason of the trip to Dallas. I wanted us to have babies after we got married. I wanted us to have all the babies possible. She said up to three babies, so we agreed to what she preferred.

I didn’t want to get off her or to part our bodies. “This was meant to be, Mrs. Ella Jean Gentry.”

Her fingertips ran over my shoulders. “You’re right, my dear spouse.” She laughed. “I have a husband! And not just any ol’ guy! The best looking, most considerate, gentlest husband ever. And the sex is off the charts, too. Throw in all that money you got and this estate, and I’ve hit the lottery, haven’t I?”

“It’s me who’s hit the lottery, baby.” I kissed the tip of her cute, pudgy nose. “I’ve got the prettiest wife who’s talented and sure to be a successful artist in no time. She’s honest, sweet when all the stars align just right, and even when she’s naughty, my kiss brings her back around. Plus, I love her more than ever I knew possible.”

“Me, too, Brandon.” Her eyes glazed over as she got sentimental. “I love you more than I can even comprehend. And I can’t wait to make a family with you.”

“Me neither, baby.” I kissed her sweet lips once again. “What do you say to skipping our reception and staying here for the rest of the night?”

“I say that I think we’ve found it, Brandon.” She hugged me tightly.

“Found what exactly, baby?” I asked because with Ella you never really knew.

“Our happily ever after, of course!”

Yeah, she was right, we had found that. And I had a feeling it would go on and on and on.

The End