Bonus （Spicy） Scene
Ezra
The Wedding Night
“It was nice of Cam’s parents to put us up at their hotel.” I pull the key card from my back pocket and slip it between my teeth, then hoist Millie off the ground.
“What are you doing?” she shrieks, clinging to me.
“Carrying my wife over the threshold. It’s tradition,” I say, key card still clenched between my teeth.
“Easy, Tevye,” she says, taking the card from me. “I don’t think we’re the traditional type.”
I grin. “Maybe not, but let me have this one, wife.”
Holding the plastic card up to the sensor, she uses the heel of her shoe to turn the handle. Once it’s unlatched, I kick the door open wide, then quickly step through and let it slam behind us.
“Oh no,” she says, peering around the gigantic suite. “One bed. Whatever shall we do?”
“You brat.” I tickle her side, and she wiggles out of my arms.
As I bring my lips to hers, she stiffens and jumps back. “Who did this?” She cackles and points to a gold banner tacked above the bed that reads Last wiener to go between her .
Bright pink balloon penises hang from the ceiling fan, rotating like a merry-go-round.
The floor is covered in multicolored disco balls and penis confetti. Damn, I am not looking forward to discovering what crevices those will get stuck in.
“Do you have your phone? I want to take a picture,” she says.
I slip the device from my pocket and hand it over.
“Those bitches.” Giggling, she shows me the screen.
There’s a text from Joey pulled up. It’s a picture of her and Claire posing provocatively in the bathtub with two blow-up dolls. Snort-laughing, Millie runs into the bathroom and returns with a new friend in each arm.
“What the hell are we supposed to do with those?” I laugh, batting them out of her hands.
“I don’t know, but I found our stuff. It was nice of them to drop our bags off, along with all… this .” She holds out an arm in a sweeping motion.
And that’s when I spy the frosted sugar cookies on the table.
“Amelia Ruth Greer,” I scold. “Why do these penis cookies have piercings painted on them?”
Her eyes bulge out of their sockets.
“Did you tell?—”
She makes a run for it, but I take off after her and scoop her up quickly, then toss her onto the California king bed. Pinning her between my thighs, I tickle her until she’s crying “Safe word. Safe word.”
Finally, she catches her breath and tugs me down by my collar. “Kiss me, Mr. Greer.”
I plant a chaste kiss to her lips, then stand. “I’ve got a better idea.” I work a button free, then another. “Use your AirTag to find that Mary Poppins bag and meet me in the shower.”
My eyes are closed when Millie joins me under the showerhead, wrapping her arms around my waist and gluing her body to mine.
We’re married .
Millie is my wife, and tomorrow, Kane will officially be ours.
Life is funny like that. One never knows how it will turn out.
We sway together under the hot water for a long while, her gently scraping her nails along my back, me playing with the ends of her hair. When I adjust the temperature to cool the water a bit, I spy a neon orange dildo suctioned to the wall and nearly choke as I inhale a mouthful of water.
“Where did that come from?” I sputter.
“It’s new. Do you like it? It’s your favorite color.” She flicks the tip with one finger, letting it reverberate like a door stopper. Damn, the hold that thing has on the tile is impressive .
“Is this what you had in mind when you mentioned my Mary Poppins bag?” she asks with a mischievous grin.
“Depends on what you plan on doing with it.”
She squirts a dollop of soap from the container attached to the wall and lathers her chest, the suds immediately sluicing down her teardrop breasts. “I’m going to fuck it while I suck your cock. Is that okay?”
Her eyes dart to my hardening dick, where she gets her answer.
After we’ve soaped up and rinsed off, I spin her and instruct her to place her hands on the tile. Then I push on her lower back. Obediently, she bends over, her perfect ass on display.
Lowering to my knees, I spread her cheeks and swirl my tongue against the pleated aperture .
She bucks her hips in response, her audible pleasure echoing off the tiles. “Fuck, that feels good, baby.”
I smack her ass, then knead her flesh, my fingers struggling for purchase against her slick skin.
Upright again, I turn her to face me and drink her in. She’s already removed her makeup, and her flushed face has never looked prettier.
She grips my cock, lazily stroking it between us, my piercings rubbing against her beautiful belly. Fuck, I have to rest my hands against the wall behind her to keep my knees from buckling.
Just when I think I may come from this hand job alone, she pushes me back. She leans out of the shower stall and returns with a travel-size bottle of lube. Once she’s coated the orange dildo with a liberal amount, she rubs the remainder onto herself. She gives my chest another gentle push, and I willingly take a step back, giving her room to bend over. Before I have a chance to see the dildo slide inside her, she’s gripping my hips and sucking my cock between her lips.
“ Fuck , Millie,” I groan. I gather her wet hair into a ponytail and hang on for dear life. “That’s it, little wife. You suck my cock so good.”
I thrust, and she gags. But when I pull back, she digs her nails into my skin and suctions harder. She may not cook, but she sure can suck a cock.
Every time I buck my hips, it forces the dildo deeper inside her. God, spit-roasting her like this has tingles shooting up my spine. “Mmm, baby. You look so gorgeous taking a dick in your pussy and a dick in your mouth at the same time.”
She pulls off me with a loud pop . “Who said it was in my pussy?”
Body going rigid, I release her hair. The fuck?
Still bent over, she gazes up at me with enough fire in her eyes to burn down an entire city .
“You mean it’s in your?—”
She nods.
I glide a hand down her back and slip one finger between her cheeks until I bump into the silicone dick where it’s lodged in her ass.
With a primal growl, I lift her up by the shoulders. She rises on her toes, adjusting to this new position with a moan.
“Who said you could do that? That ass is mine. Mine .”
The heat in her eyes only blazes brighter. She knew this would rile me up.
“The only cock fucking that ass tonight is mine. Got it?”
Her eyes flit to my mouth then back to my eyes. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s my perfect girl.” I pinch her nipple, earning a sharp gasp.
I turn the water off, then step out of the shower first and wait with an open towel as she carefully removes the silicone toy. We’re only partially dry when I grab the bottle of lube and the bag of fun.
With the duvet pulled back and a towel covering the sheet, Millie lies on her back and rests her head on the pillows, waiting patiently, like the good girl she is.
“Lift up your hips,” I instruct.
When she does, I prop a pillow under the towel, angling her for better access to her ass.
But first, I must please my wife.
I lie on my stomach, thankful for the pressure the mattress puts on my dick, then force her legs open so her glistening pussy is at my mercy. When I trail kisses along her inner thigh, she shivers. Once I reach the delicate crease of her groin, I move to her other thigh and start over. She’s bucking her hips, fucking at nothing but air, keen for contact .
“What a greedy wife,” I whisper across her core.
She thrusts her hips again, this time grazing my lips with her cunt.
She gets a slap to the clit for that one. But by the wild way she bucks in response, she loves it.
Finally, I put my mouth on her, sucking that bud between my lips and tugging.
Her body spasms, and my ego grows. As does my dick. My wife’s not the only one who’s desperate.
I lick and suck the delicate skin of her labia, alternating sides, then suction her clit and plunge two fingers inside. As she writhes, I flatten my tongue and let her undulate her hips the way she loves, never slowing my thrusting motion.
“That’s it,” she praises. “So close. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
She clutches my hair, causing water droplets to drip down the side of my face.
Millie’s movements grow erratic, and her climactic scream has me worried someone will call to check on us.
Once her legs have relaxed, I slide my fingers out and sit up on my haunches, stroking my length, coating myself in her juices, and watching the rise and fall of her flushed chest.
Hooking her feet behind me, she reels me in by my ass. I kiss her lips, then snag the lube and drip a generous amount between her legs and on my cock.
“Wait.” She grasps my thigh, stilling me, then digs in the satin bag beside her. With a flourish, she presents me with a silicone cock. It’s realistic, with veins and all, though it’s smaller than mine.
I growl. “I told you, this ass is mine.”
A wicked grin spreads across her face. “It’s not for my ass.”
My wife is full of surprises.
“Do you want what I think you want?” Please say yes . While we’ve agreed we’re not interested in a real-life threesome, it doesn’t mean we can’t add a little extra fun.
We are good at pretending, after all.
Her nod alone may have me prematurely blowing a load all over her beautiful body.
Though the toy in the shower helped prepare her, I slowly feed my fat cock head inside her hole, careful not to go too hard too fast, especially with my piercings.
My dick whines in protest . Lube and patience, my friend . Lube and patience .
When her ass naturally sucks me inside, she hisses.
“Tell me if it’s too much.” Though she’s never had to use our real safe word, I still check in.
“That hole opened up for you, didn’t it?” She spreads her legs wider and teases her swollen clit with the dildo.
I settle in to the hilt, waiting for her to adjust to my size. Beneath me, she squirms, as impatient as my dick, but I hold steady, ensuring she’s absolutely ready. “You look so pretty when you’re aching for my cock.”
“God dammit,” she cries. “Fuck me already.”
Easing over her gently, I nip at a spot on her neck near the star necklace she almost never takes off. “That’s odd,” I say against the shell of her ear, “I didn’t hear ‘please.’”
“Please, Husband. Please fuck my ass.”
With precision, I slide out of the tight ring of muscle before dipping back in. Slow at first, then picking up speed once she’s bearing down on me, desperate for more.
“Oh my god, oh my god,” she pants.
The dildo is resting at the entrance to her pussy, just begging to be included. So I take it from her and rub it back and forth against her clit, then give it several rapid taps, followed by a strategic swirl .
“You’re going to make me come again,” she whines, her head tipped back.
“That’s the point, honey. Let go.”
Her breathing quickens as I continue to slap her clit with the dildo, and her ass grips my cock like a vise. It takes everything I have not to spill inside her as she rides out her short release.
Fuck, she’s stunning when she comes .
She’s barely come down from the high when I squirt another dollop of lube between us and onto the toy. I notch it at her opening, then slowly dip the tip into her pussy.
We both gasp at the intrusion.
“You sure you can take it?”
Her face is pinched in pleasure. “I can take it.”
As I slide the dildo deeper, I feel every inch of it through the thin layer of muscle separating it from my cock. Both holes are stretched open wide, and fuck if it isn’t the most provocative sight.
I pump the toy in and out, pleasuring us both at the same time, gritting my teeth in an effort not to rut into her.
After a moment, Millie takes over, holding the dildo in place and rotating and thrusting her hips between the two dicks.
“Fuck, honey. That feels good. Does it feel good for you too?”
She nods quickly, her movements jerky.
Sweat from my temple drops onto her chest as I hover over her, watching her every expression. When I weave my fingers through her free hand, anchoring myself to her forever, I moan.
“Louder,” she commands.
“Mmm. You like when I moan for you, don’t you, baby?”
“Best… sound… ever,” she says between erratic thrusts.
Her grip on the dildo slackens a bit, signaling that she’s close.
“C’mon, Wife.” I’m barely holding on.
“I don’t think I can,” she cries. “I’m s-so sensitive.”
“You’ve got this, Mills. One more. C’mon. Give it to Daddy.”
She eases the dildo from her pussy and grabs me by the back of the neck, pulling me in until we’re skin to skin. Mouth to mouth. With the absence of the toy, I sink farther inside her ass. The sensations amplify, sending me hurtling off the edge and unleashing the most intense orgasm of my life.
Millie groans and grunts as she grinds her clit up against my abdomen. I swallow every sound, tasting copper when she bites my bottom lip and rides out the waves of ecstasy.
I stay inside her for the span of several breaths, inhaling her plumeria perfume mixed with sweat, then very carefully slide out. My cum creaming out of her ass knocks the air from my lungs before I roll onto my back beside her.
She drapes a leg across my thighs and splays her hand over my blissfully beating heart.
“Thank you, honey.” I flick a confetti penis off the back of her hand, then cover it with mine.
“What for?”
“For agreeing to be my wife.” I kiss the top of her head. “For real this time.”
“I’d say yes to you every day, for the rest of my life.”