14. Roman
Fourteen
Roman
I have to admit, I might have bitten off more than I could chew when I suggested we get married in a day. The last twenty-four hours have been nonstop. We picked out my tux and her dress, and got rings, a license, and an appointment with the minister. I have to say, it’s been hectic, but in the end, it all came together perfectly.
My beautiful girl is walking down the aisle toward me with her mom. Her shimmery white dress is strapless and fitted at the top, pushing her gorgeous tits up toward me. She looks like a princess. So fucking beautiful and so fucking mine.
A few minutes later, Melissa joins our hands together before she sits down. I look down into Shelby’s beautiful elfin face, and thank God that I found this woman. She’s perfect for me in every way.
We say our vows and exchange rings. Shelby looks teary-eyed as I tell her how much I love her. The minister pronounces us husband and wife. Just like that, we are married. I kiss my beautiful wife thoroughly, making sure she knows how much I love her and want her. By the time I let her go, we’re both breathless.
“Should we all go out to eat now?” Her mom asks.
I’m about to object when Dad does it for me. Thank you, Dad! “Honey, I think the kids would probably like to be alone on their wedding night.”
“Oh. Of course. We’ll see you soon,” she says, kissing us both on the cheek before leaving.
We make our way back to the hotel room we’re renting until Tuesday. “Mrs. Andrews, I’ve got you all to myself for a few days. What ever should I do with you?”
“Whatever you want, husband. Whatever you want.”