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Next, we get out of the tub, and he pushes me against the bathroom wall, grabbing my ass and bending me over so that he can fuck me from behind. I half-expect him to try and fuck me in my ass. I’m half-wanting him to, despite the massive pain that I know will come with it. After all, my husband’s insanely huge, and I’m not sure my tiny pucker can handle it.

We decide to put anal sex on our ‘Honeymoon To-Do List,’ and he, instead, enters my trembling cunt again and fucks me nice and hard. I take him like a good girl, moaning his name.

When he is close, he begins to rub my clit from behind with his right hand while his left keeps giving my ass a smack. All it takes is the feeling of my husband’s fingers right there to make me melt for him entirely.

After we come together in the bathroom, we dry off and go back to bed. We spend the rest of our night in bed together, wearing our bodies out beyond what I ever could have imagined. Our rhythm is always on, and for the majority of our lovemaking, we manage to withhold ecstasy long enough so that we can finish together.

* * *

Only lit candlesprovide light for us in the late hours of the night. We lie tangled up with each other, bodies intertwined and covers and blankets wrapped around us like vines. We are practically two human pretzels.

“I love you, Mrs. Marx,” Aiden says to me, kissing my neck tenderly.

“I love you too, hubby,” I say, leaning over to kiss his glistening chest.

“I can’t wait for tomorrow,” he says. “I’ve always wanted to go to Greece.”

“I can’t believe you’re a successful billionaire, and you’ve never been toParis!” I say. “How the heck does that even happen?”

“You don’t plan many business trips to France,” he answers. “I’m glad my first time is with my wife!”

“What’s next for us after the honeymoon?” I ask.

“Anything in the world, baby,” he replies. “Our future is a great big blank canvas that’s waiting for us to fill it in. What do you think we should do, Mrs. Marx?”

“I want to open a business together,” I reply. “I don’t know what we’ll sell. I promise whatever I owe for startup costs, I’ll pay you back.”

“You’re my wife now, angel,” says Aiden. “What’s mine is yours. If you want to start a company, all you have to do is ask.”

“We could literally do anything.”

“You could open and run your own PR agency,” he suggests. “You’re better than your boss andhisboss. You’re a fucking superhero at the PR game.”

“I think if it’s okay with you, I want to retire from the PR game,” I say. “I know I’ve been talking about it for weeks, but I think I want to do it. I love working for Tech Wreck, and I love that I’ve been representing so many people in so little time. It’s been a rush, but now I want more.”

“We can do anything you’d like,” he says again. “I don’t care what it is, as long as I’m with my beautiful bride.”

“You’ll always have your blushing bride at your side,” I promise. “Always and forever.”

The End

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The Mountain Man’s Secret Baby

By S.C. Adams

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About This Book

The mountain man gave me a baby.

I’m a curvy girl, but I through sheer luck and hard work, I nabbed prestigious modeling contract.

I never thought I’d come this far.

The world isn’t that welcoming to women my size, but I like to flaunt my assets and pose for the camera.