Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“Wow.” Dad smiles. “You look so much like your mother.”
“Thank you.” He walks over and gives me a kiss on each cheek.
“We should hurry. The groom is about to come to collect you.” Dad takes my arm while Mom takes the other to lead me out of the bridal suite.
Felipe had warned me last night not to be late or he would come looking for me and my dad wouldn’t get to walk me down the aisle. He said he’d carry me himself if I took too long. He’s been ready for this wedding to happen for weeks now.
He was the one that insisted that we couldn’t spend the night together before the wedding. Which is silly because he was sneaking into my bed every night as it was.
The second the doors swing open and I see Felipe standing at the end of the aisle, everything else melts away. Time somehow speeds up, and it’s only the two of us as we hold hands and say our vows. His mouth is already on mine before they can tell him to kiss the bride, and I laugh as he wraps me up in his arms.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of you. You’re my wife, but still I need more,” Felipe whispers into my ear. The reception is now in full swing, and my feet are sore, but I’m not the least bit tired. The cake has been cut, and the first dances have been had.
“You can have whatever you want of me, my king.” I turn my head to face him.
“Your king?” A heated look fills his eyes. “I’ve never relished the idea of being king one day, but being your king does have an appeal to it.” He lifts me from my seat and puts me on his lap, not caring if it’s not proper. I don’t care either.
“You are my king, and soon…” I lean closer so I can whisper into his ear this time, “we’ll have a prince or princess of our own.”
He smiles as he rests his hand on my stomach. “I can’t wait to watch our love grow.”
This time when he kisses me, it’s with a promise of more to come. “I love you,” I say softly as he touches his forehead to mine.
“Forever,” he agrees, and then we kiss again.
Epilogue
Felipe
Fifteen years later
* * *
“Felipe, are you in here—” Amelia stops in her tracks when she sees me dressed in a tux and wearing a mask. “Oh my god, how did you find that?”
“You think I would ever get rid of this? It was on my face the first time I ate that sweet pussy.”
“Shh, the kids will hear you,” she hisses, but she steps closer and then gives me a look that says she hopes it happens again. “Are you ready to go?”
“It depends.” I slide my hands around her waist and to the back of her dress. “How difficult is it for me to get this off of you?”
“You’re such a tease.” She playfully slaps my chest. “But I may have had a few modifications made.”
“Oh really?” I stare down at the dark blue dress that clings to her curves. “Show me.”
“Well first…” She puts her hands down the side and holds it out. “It’s got pockets!”
I laugh and shake my head because it’s always so cute when she gets excited about them.
“And I had this cut in.” She grabs the material at her hip, and when she pulls it to the side, it reveals everything from the waist down, and the sound that leaves me is a combination of a grunt and a gasp.
“And you think I’m going to let you out of the house wearing this?” I grab her hips and push her backwards until she’s up against the wall. “And without any panties on?” I shake my head. “Kitten, you are begging to get spanked.”
She wiggles her eyebrows as she puts her hands around my shoulders. “Me? I would never do anything to defy my husband the king.”
“Liar.” I bend down and nip at the soft skin below her ear. “You want me to be hard all night, don’t you?”
“Just long enough to have some fun.” She shrugs, and I growl as I pull her close.
We’re laughing as I hear someone clear their throat behind us, and when I glance back, I see Amelia’s mom and dad at the front door.
“We knocked, but no one answered,” her mom says and tries to hide her smile.
“Gross,” our oldest son says as he walks past us and goes straight to his grandparents. “Can we watch a zombie movie?”
“Hey, what did we tell you?” I say, but he ignores me as he pulls Amelia’s dad toward the media room.
“Don’t worry, we won’t let him watch anything more traumatizing than his parents making out.” She winks at us as she follows her husband out of the room.