Free Perfectly Ever After (Pieces) by Elizabeth Hayley

“But it’s gonna be so fucking good.”
    Her head lolled back in response, allowing me access to the soft flesh of her neck. I could feel her pulse throbbing against her throat as her breathing increased. We were frantic with need, our hands gripping each other’s bodies, our tongues colliding with every kiss.
    With one arm, I lifted Carly and hiked up her dress with the other. She pulled on the other side of it until it was around her waist. I silently thanked God she’d decided on a dress without a train. I panted against her neck as I put her down on the edge of the counter and yanked her thong to the side. I could feel the slickness on my fingers. With one hand, I gripped the fabric tightly while my other pointed my cock at her slippery entrance and thrust deep inside her with one hard push.
    The feeling of her warm, wet pussy around me made me even harder, and she called out as her hips returned their own sensual thrusts. Her nails dug into my skin as she gripped my ass, causing me to pound even deeper inside her. I buried myself in her, giving her all of me at once, over and over again, until I felt like I could explode.
    Carly’s teeth bit my arm so hard that I could feel it through my jacket. “So . . . good,” she cried out. “Make me come. Jesus, Adam, make me come.”
    I angled my body to stimulate her clit as I rocked against her two more times before her heels dug into the meat of my ass and she yelled my name so loudly that I had to stifle her screams with my hand as I emptied myself inside her, groaning through my own release.
    We stayed still for a few moments before I pulled out of her slowly and grabbed a few paper towels. I slid Carly gracefully off the counter to stand, and as I held up my wife’s wedding dress and cleaned my cum off the insides of her thighs, I hoped that the reception would be quick so I could relive this moment again, allowing myself more time to savor it.
    Carly slid her thong down her legs and stepped out of it. “I think you stretched it out,” she smirked as she handed it to me. I placed it in the inside of my jacket pocket, loving the thought of Carly without any underwear on. We finished straightening our clothes, and Carly looked at her reflection in the microwave door to fix a few pieces of hair. “Do I look like I just had sex?” she huffed, probably just now realizing that she’d have to take pictures in a few minutes.
    “You look . . .” I said as I let my eyes roam down the length of her body, “beautiful.”
     

    Chapter 7: “And I Could Not Ask For More” (Edwin McCain)
     
    When we returned to the group, I noticed a few sly glances in our direction, but no one commented on our absence. Well, no one except Frank.
    "Hmm, I wonder what's down that hallway?" he asked in a tone laced with faux curiosity as he peered toward the hall Carly and I had just emerged from.
    I ignored him, but that didn't dissuade him.
    The photographer was organizing the men around Carly when Frank spoke again. "I remember taking pictures at my wedding. I was annoyed because all I wanted was to get Claire alone somewhere. You feel like that, Adam?"
    My groomsmen snickered, and Carly's face flushed. I just shook my head and willed the photographer to hurry so I could get away from Frank before I killed him.
    After taking nothing short of eight thousand photos, we were guided into a room tucked around the corner from the ballroom. It served as a bridal suite where we would wait until the guests were settled into their seats so we could make our entrance.
    Upon entering the room, Frank immediately headed toward a loveseat that sat against one wall. He threw himself down and lay back, fidgeting around to try to fit his large frame on it. Then he quickly sat up and shook his head. "Pretty uncomfortable. And definitely not big enough for two people."
    Snorts of laughter sounded around us as I glared at him. "Frank ?" I waited until he looked at me, ensuring that I had his attention.