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CHAPTER TWELVE

GHOST

“Well, I fucking guess that means I now pronounce you husband and fucking wife!” I hear Jared announce, followed by cheers. I ignore them and keep my focus on my woman, my fucking wife, in my arms. My mouth on hers is something I don’t plan on stopping any time soon. I grab her behind and lift her up, feeling her arms wrap around my neck as she deepens the kiss. I shift her dress up so she can wrap her legs around my waist.

“Children!” I vaguely hear Queenie chastise, but I don’t give a fuck. Briefly breaking the kiss, I trail my lips along her neck, my gaze forward as I stride towards the building, ignoring every comment as I find somewhere to claim my wife. Staff move out of the way as I step inside, and I spot a door to my right and yank it open, revealing staff members sitting around a table drinking coffee.

“Get out,” I demand. Star nips my lobe playfully between her teeth, making my fingers dig into the swell of her ass. The staff scurry off, closing the door behind them. I place Star on the table before I walk back to the door to wedge a chair under the door handle to stop anyone coming in. I turn around to see Star standing completely naked, in nothing but her heels. My eyes drink in every perfect inch of her, of mine. She sits back on the table, scooting herself back a little, knocking off cups and food, letting them scatter around the floor.

Leaning back on one hand, she brings her knees up, perching her feet on the edge of the table and revealing her beautiful pussy to me. With her free hand she glides her fingers down between her folds, her eyes hooded as she watches me while she touches herself. I take slow, predatory steps towards her, my dick painfully hard, desperate to sink into her wet little cunt. She watches me, biting down on her bottom lip, trying to suppress her smile.

I come to a stop in front of her, and she tilts her head back to look up at me, a challenge in her gaze as she continues to move her fingers in and out of her pussy. She lets out a low moan. I clench my fists at my sides, holding back from touching her. She removes her fingers, lifting her hand between us, her arousal glistening on her fingertips as she presses them to my lips. I part them, and she glides her fingers across my tongue, her sweet intoxicating taste pushing me over the edge.

I firmly grab her wrist and removed her fingers from my mouth. “You should know by now that I don’t like anyone touching what’s mine,” I growl in warning.

“You saying I can’t touch myself?” she counters, that spark lighting behind her eyes.

“Not unless I say you can,” I answer, still firmly holding her by her wrists. “Place your hands on either side and hold on to the edge of the table,” I order, my voice low as I fight the urge to slam my cock deep inside her. She doesn’t do as I say right away, that edge of her rebellious behaviour flaring to the surface. When she eventually places her hands where I told her to, I smile. “Good girl,” I praise. Lust and anger flash through her eyes, and my grin just deepens knowing how much it riles her. I slowly glide my fingers through her centre, making her suck in a shuddery breath. Her lips part in pleasure, and I groan as I curl my fingers, hitting that perfect spot within her, feeling how wet she is.

“Hhhm,” she moans. “I’m going to need more than that, Casper,” she breathes. “I thought my husband was going to claim me. Not make love to me,” she goads.

I growl and withdraw my fingers, moving to my pants to unzip them and free my rock hard length. I fist it, squeezing it as a drop of pre-cum escapes the tip. Star wraps her hand over mine, the pad of her thumb swiping away the cum before she places it in her mouth. Her eyes are ablaze with arousal as we both stare at each other. I press the head of my cock at her entrance, and when she opens her mouth to say something, I drive forward, filling her. The words die in her throat as a deep throaty moan escapes her. “How can it still be this fucking good? No matter how many times I touch, taste, or fuck your perfect little cunt, it still feels like the first time. Fucking heaven,” I say through gritted teeth.

“While you’re giving me those beautiful words, what I really want is for you to move your impressive dick and fuck me,” she demands.

A dominant growl rumbles in my chest. I grab her behind with one hand, and the other I wrap around her throat, holding her to me. As I pull out and slam back into her, the table shifts from the force of my thrust as I pound into her over and over again. She cries out, her knuckles turning white as she grips the table so tightly.

“You will fucking take everything I give you. You are my fucking wife,” I order.

Star moans. “Then don’t hold back. Fucking give it to me. Husband,” she breathes, a smile playing across her lips.

I press against her neck, forcefully pushing her to lie down on the table. I continue to slam into her, her full tits bouncing with each thrust. I grab her throat, squeezing at the sides and restricting her airflow. She moans, her back arching as our bodies collide. The sound of her moans and the table fucking moving across the room every time I slam myself inside her is sending me over the edge.

“Fuck! Fuck! Mark me. Make me fucking yours,” she cries out through ragged breaths as my hand is still clamped around her throat. I bend down and remove my hand, bracing it beside her head as I press my mouth to her neck. Baring my teeth, I bite her hard enough for it to give her a surge of pain. Her hands wrap around my neck, her fingers threading through my hair, grabbing it tightly to make it sting.

“Yes!” she cries out. The relentless sound of our bodies colliding echoes around us, and I feel her walls begin to tighten. I groan. Our chests are now pressed together, and as I release her neck, her legs wrap around me, pinning me to her. “You need to cum for me,” I ground out through gritted teeth, finding it hard to hold back while fucking her at this relentless pace.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” she pants as her walls tighten around me with every thrust.

“Cum for me!” I demand, my pent-up climax desperate for release.

“No!” she cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders so fiercely I’m sure she’s drawing blood. I can feel she’s close. Every muscle in her body is strung tight.

“Fuck!” I roar. “Cum for me now,” I growl my demand.

“Fuck you!” she yells.

I push myself up to stand, grabbing her legs and forcing them onto my shoulders. I wrap my arm around her thighs, pinning her legs in place, and with my free hand I press my thumb on her swollen clit. She writhes and bucks, trying to stop me.

“Fucking cum for me,” I seethe.

“Oh fuck,” she moans. “If I come, then it will be over, and I’m not ready for that,” she breathes, her blue eyes full of love, passion, and desperation. Fuck, I adore this woman.

“You don’t want to stop, then I won’t fucking stop. But I’m about to explode and fill your perfect little cunt with my cum, and I want you to fall with me, screaming my fucking name as I do,” I pant. I stop moving and just continue to circle her clit, watching her chest rise and fall rapidly.

“Move,” she begs in a whisper. “Cum with me,” she pleads. Fuck, I’m going to give her what she wants. I thrust forward hard, making her gasp, continuing that pace and power. Her legs begin to tremble as her walls clamp around my dick. Her back arches and her head tilts back as her orgasm consumes her.

I feel my own orgasm building until it erupts, pleasure igniting every part of my body as I fill her to the hilt, pumping her full of my cum.

“Fuck!” I roar as she continues to milk my cock. I release my hold on her legs and lean down, taking her mouth, my tongue slowly caressing hers. I slow until I’m still buried inside of her before breaking the kiss. I look into her vibrant eyes. “You own me. Every fucking part of me,” I confess.

She cups my cheek, a soft smile on her lips. “Well, that’s good, because Casper, without you, I am nothing.” I lean into her touch, kissing her palm. “Is now a good time to tell you I want another baby?” she blurts out.

My body stills, and I look at her in surprise. Not because I don’t want another, but because I thought she didn’t want any more.

“You want another kid?” I ask, wanting and needing her to confirm it. She shifts and looks away, exposing her vulnerability that she tries so hard to keep hidden.

“I think I would,” she admits.

“Look at me,” I demand softly. Her gaze comes to mine. “I would have a million fucking kids with you if it was what you wanted,” I state firmly.

“But what do you want? It’s not just about what I want, but what you want, too,” she counters.

“Then I’d be happy with just the four kids,” I state casually. Her eyes go wide in horror, and I fight to suppress my amusement.

“The only way you will get that many kids out of me is if I were to have triplets,” she states firmly.

“Then let’s just settle for two kids and hope you don’t end up pregnant with triplets,” I state.

She runs her tongue along her bottom lip. “How about we try now?” she suggests seductively as she clenches her walls around me.

I groan as she lifts her hips. As I’m about to answer, a loud banging rattles from the door.

“I’m going to count to ten, and if you two are not dressed and out here to continue your wedding celebrations, then I will come in there and drag you both out here butt naked myself!” Queenie loudly chastises through the door.

I sigh and look at Star, who is trying not to laugh. I press a swift kiss to her mouth before pulling out of her. We both groan at the loss of contact. I would have happily shut ourselves in here for the rest of the night and fucked her on every surface, but I suppose Queenie had a fucking point and that we had better make the effort to attend our own wedding. After that though, I was locking us away in our fucking room, and no one would see us until we were fucking ready.

“So, before Queenie rams her way through that door, do you want to tell me how Jared got you out of jail with no bail?” Star asks.

I zip up my pants and walk over to the other side and grab some paper towels. “He did say that one day if he needed a favour, he would call,” I state before turning back around to see Star standing, her beautiful curvy body on display with my cum coating down her thighs. All thoughts of Jared and how he got me out of jail dissolve from my mind. The sight of her has me fighting every urge to not bend her over the table and fuck her into oblivion. Instead, I walk to her and drop to my knees before her and clean between her legs. I look up at her and see her lips parted, her gaze full of desire once more. I keep my gaze on her as I lean forward and press my mouth over her clit, kissing her. Star gasps, watching me.

“Ten!” Queenie yells through the door, pouring an ice-cold bucket of water over the moment. I rest my head against her lower stomach and exhale an exasperated sigh.

Star threads her fingers through my hair, giving it a sharp tug, forcing me to look up at her. “Party now, eat later.” She winks.

I get to my feet and put the kitchen towels into the trash as Star slides on her wedding dress before I take her hand in mine and we make our way to the door.

I move the chair and swing it open just as Queenie yells. “Nine! Oh,” she says, jumping in surprise. “Well, it’s about time. Everyone is sat ready to eat. They’re waiting for you. Also, you forgot these,” Queenie states, dumping our rings in my palm.

I grin as I slide my plain brushed platinum ring on before grabbing Star’s hand and sliding her simple platinum diamond band on her finger. Star grins as she looks down at her hand.

“Everyone is starving,” Queenie states, continuing to chastise us as we walk.

“Funny, so am I. I was just about to eat until you fucking interrupted,” I quip. Queenie gives me a clip around the ear for that remark. “Ow, shit!” I hiss.

“Serves you right,” Queenie tuts.

We walk back outside, but instead of turning left back to the ceremony, Queenie leads us right to where white linen tables are all set up with flowers and candles.

“Hurray!” everyone cheers. I flip them off as we take our seats in front of everyone. It’s all feeling a little too formal for what we are used to.

Everyone eats and drinks, and I catch Star in a heated discussion with Maggie. I frown, wondering what the fuck that is all about. Suddenly, Maggie stands and reaches over from a mic stand that had been placed there for what fucking reason; I didn’t know. She coughs into it and pats the end, making the speakers screech, causing everyone to wince and cover their ears.

“Testing, testing,” she says into the mic. We all look at her in confusion.

“Princess, what are you doing?” Cash asks, looking bemused.

Star gives her a nudge in encouragement. “Darlin’?” I whisper in her ear.

“Shh, just listen,” Star chastises.

“So, erm, congratulations to, I guess, the original OGs,” Maggie says, smiling. “I, erm, what do I say? Oh yes, what a magical day it’s been. Well, I mean apart from you guys running off to fuck,” she snorts. “So, let’s raise a toast to the happy couple,” Maggie says, raising her glass. All the brothers and ol’ ladies cheer and drink their drinks, but Maggie just stands there, frozen on the spot, staring at the ground.

I look at Cash and see his eyes are filled with concern. Star gives Maggie a swift kick to the shin, making her snap out of her trance. She draws in a long breath and looks to Cash. “So, erm. Things change, right? Like life changes, and people change.” She pauses. “I don’t think we talk about change enough sometimes, and do we accept the changes?” she adds. “Maybe scientists need to look?—”

“For the love of God woman, just tell him!” Star snaps.

I look at her and the rest of the ol’ ladies; all of them sat waiting, knowing what was coming.

“I’m pregnant,” Maggie blurts out. The ol’ ladies whoop and cheer, while Cash just sits there staring at Maggie, his mouth hanging open in shock.

“Brother!” I bark, snapping him out of his daze. He shakes his head and gets to his feet, stopping in front of Maggie.

“Pregnant?” he asks.

She nods. “I, I’m scared,” she says, and Cash wastes no time in taking the mic off of her. He places it on the table before pulling her into his arms. I look over to Queenie, tears filling her eyes.

“Well, fuck me,” I mutter.

Star turns to me, smiling, and winks. “Ffffffuck!” Enzo laughs, clapping.