Free THAT MAN 4 (The Wedding Story-Part 1) by Nelle L'Amour Page B

arms to Roberta Flack’s “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face.” Every moment of that unforgettable weekend danced in my head.
    “We’ll get one of those Elvis impersonators to officiate,” he said, cutting into my delicious memories and bringing me back to the moment. Reality set in.
    “Blake, we can’t do that. It would upset your mother and break my mother’s heart as well as my dad’s. My parents have lived to see me get married. And it would break my heart if they weren’t at our wedding.”
    It was Blake’s turn to think about my words. “I guess you’re right,” he mumbled, preparing to turn off the next exit.
    As much as I loved him for caring so much about my happiness, I was glad he hadn’t lost his mind and pursued the Vegas idea. Eager to get back to the office, I got another surprise when he made an unexpected screeching turn into the parking lot of one of those roadside motels. The turn was so sharp my head swung out the window.
    “Sheesh, Blake. You practically gave me whiplash.”
    “Sorry, baby. Between work and this wedding, I’m just really stressed out.” He pulled the car into an available parking spot.
    “Why are we stopping here?”
    “Because there’s a vacancy. And I need to de-stress and fuck your brains out. And fuck myself senseless.”
    Oh.

Chapter 12
    Blake
    T en minutes later Jen and I were checked into Room 202. Trust me, with its cheap brown wood furniture, dingy floral bedspread and curtains, and worn out pea-green carpet, it was no suite at The Beverly Hills Hotel. But something about it made me fucking horny as hell.
    I plopped down on the edge of the rickety wood-frame bed while wide-eyed Jen explored her surroundings. God, she was adorable.
    “Blake, they have free SIN-TV here,” she pointed out.
    I wasn’t going to need any porn. Just my tiger. “Baby, I want you to strip for me. Like a strip teaser.”
    Jen raised her brows and then quirked a sexy little smile. “Really? Are you going to compensate me?”
    “Oh yeah, I’m going to compensate you big time.”
    “Some music would be good,” she replied with a wink.
    To get her in to the mood, I pulled out my phone and searched my iTunes app. “Bang Bang” fit the bill. My tiger loved this song.
    Strutting around the bed, she began to undress. My eyes stayed riveted on her slender figure as she slowly and sensuously unbuttoned her silk blouse, taunting and teasing me. The temperature in the room was rising by the minute. Hot damn. I loosened my tie and opened up my shirt. I was unwinding, but my dick was winding up. Way up.
    “Bang, bang,” Jen mouthed, her voice all breathy, as she sensuously slipped the blouse off her shoulders, whirled it around above her head, and tossed it to me. It was an easy catch. I kept it in my lap as I watched her massage her lace-encased pert breasts; her full lips parted in a sexy pout. God, she was good, totally getting into it. I knew from the day she stepped into my office and pretended to have a major orgasm there was more to this sweet little Midwestern girl than met the eyes. Yeah, I needed a good girl to blow my mind.
    Thinking her bra would go next, she surprised me by taking off her pencil skirt, slipping it seductively down her hips. She gracefully stepped out if and stood before me in just her lace bra and panties and her heels. She splayed her fingers on her hips and gyrated. Bang, bang went my heart. Bang, bang went my cock. Mr. Burns was totally enjoying the show. Then she did something that totally drove my cock crazy. She pulled the elastic out of her hair and her perennial ponytail fell loose, her soft dark waves cascading over her shoulder like a sexy cape. She flung her head forward, her locks falling over her tits, and then flung it back, raking her fingers through her mane while she licked her upper lip with her talented tongue. Man, this show kept getting better and better. My cock was raging.
    “Do you like what you’ve seen so far, Mr. Burns?”