Chapter 50

CHAPTER FIFTY

FINNIGAN

As we walk up the aisle and then race down the church steps, all I can think about is getting Catlin into the back of the awaiting limousine to finally claim her as my wife.

She slides across the seat, and I slip in beside her, immediately pushing the button to raise the partition. No one is going to see my wife in this position but me. The moment it’s closed, I drop onto my knees before her and lift the many fabric layers of her gorgeous gown, laying them on her lap.

Grabbing her hips, I roughly drag her ass to the edge of the seat in one swift motion before pulling her lacy panties to the side. “Now, be a good little wife and come all over my face.”

I bury my face between her thighs and lick up every delicious bit of arousal dripping from her sweet little pussy. Her sweet moans and whimpers fill the car, causing my cock to achingly rub against the zipper of my trousers. I suck her hard clit into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it until it’s throbbing and she’s writhing against my face. After releasing her clit, I slide two fingers into her with ease.

“My sweet wife is so fucking wet for me,” I groan against her pussy as I curl my fingers inside her. I work them fast and hard, demanding that falls off the edge she’s teetering on. Needing her to come all over my face and my hand so that I can finally sink my aching cock into her.

“Finn,” she pants my name and laces her fingers through my hair. She fists it so tightly that the burn radiates along my scalp as she drags my tongue exactly where she wants it. Holding me in place, she grinds her hips over my face and her thighs squeeze against my ears as her screams of pleasure fill the car.

“Such a good little wife,” I praise, pulling my fingers from her. I suck them into my mouth and lick them clean before undoing my pants. Pausing for a moment to take in Catlin in all her beauty, I shove them down my thighs and my hard cock springs free.

“I’ll be gentle next time,” I promise, plunging the entirety of me into her with a single thrust. “Right now, I need to fucking mark you as my wife.”

Violently slamming my lips against hers, I thrust into her with force as I claim her mouth at the same time. She whimpers into mine as I fuck her, licking and sucking the taste of herself from my tongue. Breaking our kiss, a guttural moan passes over her pouty pink lips as her back arches from the seat.

“That’s a good girl. Show me how much you love every last fucking inch of me.” Her hips rise from the seat, rocking to meet my demanding thrusts as I nip along her neck. She’s so fucking close. Fuck, I’m so fucking close. Her tits heave so hard against the tight neckline of her dress as she takes me, I half expect them to spill from it.

“Are you going to make a mess of your husband?” I taunt as she hovers at the edge of her release.

“Yes,” she pants, clawing at my shirt. “And I want him to make a mess of me.”

“Fuck!” I groan, slamming into her. If my dirty little wife wants to be dripping with cum, who am I to refuse? “I couldn’t deny your request if I tried.”

Picking up my pace, I savagely slam my cock into her cunt. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper with every thrust until she falls apart beneath me. She comes so fucking hard that she squeezes around my cock like a vise, and it’s my undoing.

I come with a roar, my cock twitching as I spill myself into her. Gripping the base of my cock, I pull from her and shoot a ribbon of cum across her pussy. I rub my hand through it and smear it over her swollen lips, making a mess of her just as she asked.

Being careful not to disturb my mess, I carefully pull her panties back into place and lower her dress. I wipe my cum-covered hand across my boxer briefs, tuck myself back into them, and pull up my trousers. Climbing onto the seat beside my beautiful, flushed bride, I place a soft kiss against her lips. Catlin struggles to catch her breath as we approach the reception hall, no longer looking quite as put together as she was when she walked into the church on Conor’s arm.

“I look forward to enjoying our reception knowing that you’re covered in me and I’m dripping down your thighs,” I whisper, slipping out of the back of the limo to help her from it and onto her unsteady legs. I pull her tightly to me and kiss up her neck, pressing my lips to her ear. “But not nearly as much as I look forward to cleaning you up when we get home.”