Epilogue
Asher
My dirty wife
Six months later
“Where are Asher and Bri? We needed to cut the cake, like, ten minutes ago.” The sound of Avery’s voice has us frozen in place. My dick is pulsing inside her, and my hand suddenly covers her mouth.
“Shh. Don’t make a sound,” I demand.
Eventually, Avery’s footsteps begin to fade. The second they do, I’m back to pounding my cock into my wife.
My wife.
I can’t believe I get to call her that.
“Look at my dirty wife taking her husband's cock like a good girl.” My thrusts are hard and rough, just how she likes it.
“Asher. Oh my God, don’t stop,” Bri whimpers.
“I wouldn’t dream of it, wife,” I growl into her ear. My fingers flutter around her neck before I squeeze. Bri’s eyes roll back into her head, and I feel her pussy grip my cock even harder. The harder I squeeze her throat, the more she responds.
“Does Mrs. Larson like being choked out?” Her response is to nod her head and whine.
“Are you gonna come on my cock like a good little wife?” I grunt in between thrusts.
“Y-Yes,” Bri chokes out. I unwrap my fingers from around her throat and pull her up into a sitting position.
“I want you to watch me fuck this cunt of yours. I want you to watch as my cock rams into you over and over again. Are you off birth control?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Good girl, I’m gonna come inside you, filling you to the brim. Anything that leaks out, I’ll stuff it back inside you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy. I u-understand.” Her voice comes out in staccato pants.
“Good, now watch me fuck your pussy. I want you to see what you do to me.” Bri and I watch where our bodies connect, both of us mesmerized by how fast and hard my cock disappears into her pussy.
“A-Asher, oh right there. D-Don’t stop. I-I’m close.” Bri’s legs that are wrapped around my waist tighten their hold. Her inner walls begin to flutter around me, and our breathing is erratic.
“Come for me, wife.”
“AHHH Asher, oh,” Bri screams my name, but I’m not fully satisfied.
“Use my other name, baby.”
“I’m coming, my husband. You fuck me so good, come inside me.” Bri calling me her husband has me fully feral.
Bri unravels on my cock, and seconds later I spill inside her, filling her to the brim. My thrusts begin to slow, and I bring my forehead to hers. We allow for our breathing to regulate before I pull out of her and tuck myself back into my pants.
“My dirty little wife likes it rough, doesn’t she?”
“Only for you.” My life has been a whirlwind, in the best way possible. I tuck a few strands of Bri’s hair into whatever updo she has for the wedding day. We both fix our attire before I lift her off the table.
The second we said I do, Bri whispered into my ear that she wanted me, so we both snuck off into a closet to take care of things. What a way to christen our new marriage.
“Are you ready to go out there, Mrs. Larson?
“Why yes, yes I am, Mr. Larson.”
We walk out hand in hand, and the first person we see is Avery, who looks at Bri, then to me, and then rolls her eyes. Clearly, no amount of adjusting things could hide what we just did.
Later in the evening, I dance with my beautiful wife, and emotion clogs my throat.
Bri is radiant with a dark merlot colored lip, a mix of browns and golds dusted across her eyelids, and she’s wearing what they call dramatic lashes.
Her natural curls are in a low ponytail with white beads scattered throughout.
I have to give Amber her props, because she took my wife’s natural beauty and amplified it.
Her makeup is one thing, but this dress?
Hot damn, just looking at how the off-white silk hugs her ample curves has me wanting to drop to my knees and devour her pussy right here… wedding guests be damned.
And it seems that the back of the dress is missing, but you don’t see me complaining. It allows me to trail my fingertips up and down her spine—which is foreplay for her.
Is it rude to leave the wedding to go back to the room for round two?
When I look into her golden-brown eyes, I see my whole life staring back at me. Our bodies are so close that she reaches down to grip my cock before helping me adjust myself. God, I fucking love this woman.
I press a quick kiss to her lips before leaning in to whisper, “I love you, my wife.”
“I love you, too, my husband.”
The rest of the night is spent dancing under the stars and mingling with all our loved ones. Everything couldn’t have gone more perfectly. I have the most incredible woman by my side, and I can’t wait to do life with her by my side.