Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Bracken and Eternity are flower children, and they manage to strew petals literally everywhere, including in many of the guests’ drinks. I can see them out the window, causing absolute havoc. There won’t be any petals left for the walk down the aisle at this rate.
“I can’t wait to get married,” Serenity says. She and Eva are my bridesmaids. I decided to keep the bridal party in the family. It feels a little cozier that way.
“You’re glowing,” my mom tells me. “You’re so beautiful, and Sam is such a lovely man. You’re going to be well looked after.”
Mom is a big Sam fan. John is a big Sam fan. Everybody loves Sam. Including me. I love him in a way I never imagined I would be able to love anyone. It frightens me sometimes, the depth of attachment I know he engineered in me. But what difference is there between the kind of love that seems to be accidental, and the kind of love a man of singular intention decides he will create?
“You’ve done us all proud, baby,” my mom says, gathering my sisters. “You take a moment for yourself, and when you’re ready, John will walk you down the aisle.”
She leaves the room, and I take a deep breath. This is it. It’s all really happening. In a matter of minutes, I will be Mrs. Samuel Rollins. In a matter of months, I will be mother to his child.
I hear the door open behind me, then shut, and lock.
I turn around to see Sam standing there in an amazing suit. It’s just a black tux, but I swear he has never been more handsome than he is today preparing to claim me in the eyes of the world, and god. I stare at him as he stares at me.
I glance at myself in the mirror, hoping that I look as good to him as he does to me. My dress is very pretty, strapless, full skirt, very fairytale, very…
“You’re not supposed to see me before the wedding…”
I don’t even get to finish that sentence before he is on me. He slides his fly down as he strides across the room.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls. “But I don’t want you walking down the aisle with an empty pussy. I want you to have a cunt full of my cum. I’m not going to say our vows while you haven’t been fucked properly.”
He’s like an animal as he bends me over a chair, slides my white bridal thong to the side, and slides his cock inside me. It’s as simple as that, just as it always has been. The very first time we had sex, he took complete control of me, and now he does it again.
“Watch out for my hair and makeup,” I gasp.
“Don’t worry, baby girl,” he assures me. “I just need this pussy. The rest of you can stay completely still.”
I take his cock just like he wants me to. Just like I always have. Just like I always will.
Sam reaches under me and rubs my clit in tight little circles. “You are such a good girl, and you are going to be an even better wife and mother,” he says, using me with rough ardor. “I’m going to fuck this little hole daily, whenever I feel like it. You’re going to be used, Laura. You’re going to be fucked and filled and owned.”
He gives me several more hard thrusts, each of them enough to make my breasts pop even further out of my dress. His other hand reaches around to rub and play with my nipples.
“You’re also going to be loved, cherished, and protected,” he promises. “We’re about to go out there and make a lot of promises to one another in front of a lot of people, but the real promises are these ones we make to each other.”
“I’m going to be yours,” I promise him. “I’m going to have your babies, and I’m going to take you when you want me.”
“Damn right you are, baby,” he says, fucking me even harder. I am jolted across the cutesy wedding chair again and again, curls coming loose from my up-do with every ardent thrust. I am going to have to be set to rights before I walk down the aisle, otherwise everyone is going to know that I’ve been used and owned. It will be written all over my face. That’s what he wants. He doesn’t want this to be a fairytale romance. He wants it to be a dark one. An all-consuming one.
He stands me up, turns me around, and picks me up. Acres of tulle are in between us, but he manages to slide his cock up inside me anyway, his strong hands gripping my ass as he breeds me one last time before we become man and wife.