Page 24 of Protecting Player #73 (Portland, Settlers #1 | Gridiron Warriors)

T.K

M y eyes are fixed on the closed doors at the other side of the room.

Flowers and candles set an intimate mood as I await my bride.

The entire team is here, and my brothers, T.C.

and T.J., stand beside me. Our parents are seated in the front row, with open seats for Brea’s mother and father. They plan to walk her down the aisle.

“You sure about this?” T.C. leans forward past T.J. to ask in a hushed whisper.

Before I can answer, Love Story by Taylor Swift begins playing through the speakers around the room, and the grand doors open to reveal Adeline and Alex walking forward with their arms linked together.

I spot Brea’s dad popping out to check on where the girls are, and I’m ready to dart down the aisle to grab the woman myself.

My patience has reached its breaking point.

Ten seconds later–I counted–Brea starts her walk down the aisle, and my heart stops. She’s stunning in the strapless lace gown. Her face glows with joyfulness, and when I move to step forward, my brothers each grab an arm and hold me back.

“Dude, she’s coming,” T.J. laughs.

“Damn, she’s gorgeous,” T.C. mutters, and I growl at him. I don’t need his ass looking at the girl that’s mine.

It seems like forever before Brea is within reach. Breaking from my brothers' holds, I snatch her from her parents, and our guests chuckle at my impatience, but I don’t fucking care. My need for this woman to be quickly tethered to me beats a drum in my chest.

“Eager beaver,” Jo grins, tears in her eyes as she happily steps back.

It’s impossible to look away from Brea’s sparkling blue gaze as she watches me. Amusement crinkles the corners of her eyes while love shines brightly towards me.

“You’re stunning.” I lean forward to kiss her lightly.

If I go in for a lip lock, we won’t come up for air for hours.

Days. Months. Maybe years. “Let's do this.” She agrees with me, and I meet her father’s gaze over her shoulder, offering him a hand and saying, “Thank you, sir. I’ll never let her down.

” He nods, then sits with his wife next to my parents.

I don’t hear a word the justice says because I can’t stop staring at Brea. She’s my entire world, and every time I think I’ve found my favorite part of her, I find something new. Like the tiny freckle on her clavicle that I don’t think I’ve licked yet. Was it always there?

Her leg shifts, revealing a slit in her dress I hadn’t noticed. I whimper because I can see straight up to her hip. The desire to drop to my knees and kiss from her exposed toes all the way up her leg is so overwhelming that my knees shake.

“Tate.” She whispers my name.

“Huh?” I can’t stop staring. I know what those thighs feel like wrapped around my head, and I need them around my waist.

“Tate.” Her tone is stern, forcing my eyes up her body. “Pay attention,” she scolds. I apologize to the amused crowd and repeat what I’m told to.

“I love you,” I blurt out, interrupting the ceremony. “Not just love. I’m addicted, obsessed. I would do anything for you. You know that, right?”

Brea’s cheeks flame red as she smiles and steps closer until my arms wrap around her waist and hold her tightly. “Tate, say, I do.”

“I do.” Christ , I’ll do anything she says as long as she looks at me like she is right now.

Her eyes speak more than any words possibly could, and I realize I am a slave to this woman.

“Are we done?” I glance at the justice from the corner of my eye, and he sighs like he’s annoyed, but his amused smirk says otherwise.

“You may kiss the bride.”

The crowd applauds us as I peck Brea’s mouth, then haul her over my shoulder.

“Reception is in the room next door. Enjoy!” I throw a wave up as I run down the aisle to the private elevator that leads to the penthouse suite I paid way too much fucking money for.

“Tate, put me down!” Brea laughs while brushing her hands over my ass.

“No,” I snarl and bite her exposed thigh.

She yelps but wiggles until we reach our floor.

I make no move to put her down and don’t hesitate to head straight for our bedroom.

I toss her on the mattress and rush to discard my clothes.

Garments fly in every direction as Brea settles herself on her back, spreading her legs wide for me.

“Jesus, wife, are you trying to fucking kill me?” Her pussy contracts as I speak. Wearing no panties leaves her exposed for me, and I’m more than ready to make her wholly mine.

“Tate…” The whine in her voice nearly sends me over the edge. “I’m ovulating.” My entire body freezes. She knows how much I’ve been dying to knock her sexy ass up, and she’s just given me permission.

“Spread ‘em wide and lift ‘em up, wife.” Her teeth dig into her plump bottom lip as she complies. My eyes are glued to her weeping cunt as I grab behind her knees and push forward, while I kneel on the bed. “Fucking beautiful.” The words are meant for myself, but she whimpers, and I love the sound of it. I can’t get enough.

My knees hit her ass, and I can feel the heat of her pussy as my dick bounces above her soaked lips. “You look delicious.” So much so that I have to wipe my mouth to check for drool.

“Yet, you haven’t even had a tiny little taste, husband.” My eyes snap to hers. “Oooo, somebody likes that,” she taunts. I’ve turned beastly as I grunt. “Husband, would you please, please, please, properly make me yours. Turn me into Tate Kelly Weston’s wife.”

I snap. Lining my dick up with her pussy, I slam home, covering her screaming mouth with mine. I’m incapable of controlling how my hips whip back and forth as she claws my shoulders and back, pulling me closer, while attempting to push me away.

Trying hard not to rip her stunning dress, I rut her like a bull. Fucking, fucking harder. Stroking deeper. Groaning when she finally loosens up enough that I can move without hurting her.

“T.K., oh god, oh, oh, oh, right there,” Brea moans wildly, arching her back as I pin her legs up by her shoulders. “Husband, that feels so good. It burns, but then there’s this pulsing that feels incredible. Tate, please.”

“Tell me what you need, pup. Tell me what my perfect wife needs.” Nipping at her throat, I suck on the flesh and leave a giant bruise for the world to see that she’s been claimed.

“To come. Please stop playing and make me come.” Our eyes meet, and her desperation calls to my soul because I feel it too.

“You ready for me to fill that virgin womb with my sweet cream?”

She nods and drops her head back as her neck strains. Her body is desperate for the pleasure only I can provide.

Gripping a chunk of her hair, I yank hard, so she arches back. My other hand wedges between our bodies, and I massage her clit until she shivers and wriggles under me. Unable to restrain myself, the hammering of my hips grows more fervent, slamming in hard and dragging out slow.

Sweat coats her chest as I observe her. Leaning forward, I lick her up, wishing I had taken the time to remove her dress because I’d love to be sucking on her tits while filling her womb up with my cum.

I don’t stop the movement, switching from massaging to pinching her clit when she finally stiffens and screams out a release that constricts her pussy around my dick, and I have to fight to remain inside her.

“Fuck, wife, you know how to treat a dick well.”

I groan when her orgasm triggers the start of my own. Pulling back slightly, at first, I force my way through her clamped walls and plant myself as tightly to her womb as possible before bellowing out my release.

Closing my eyes, I drop my head into her throat and wait for the effects to wear off while nearly blacking out from the pleasure.

Jesus fucking Christ, I’ve never felt such gratification before.

Never come so hard that my body spasms and I lose consciousness.

But that’s my wife, my Brea, she does that to me.

And it’ll only get better from here on out.