him down and takes his shoes off before he covers him over. We sit on the bottom of the bed for a moment until he falls asleep fully, and then we tiptoe out.
Cameron carefully closes our bedroom door and clicks the lock. His eyes rise to mine.
My heart somersaults in my chest.
“All I could think about all night is taking this dress off you,” he whispers as he comes to me. His lips take mine; his tongue slowly sweeps between my lips as his hand holds my jaw in place. “Do you know how fucking beautiful you looked today?” He drops his lips to my neck and he bites me hard.
Goosebumps scatter up my arms and I close my eyes in pleasure. “You are so perfect,” he growls.
My eyes flicker to the door. “Is the door locked, Cam?
“Yes.” He nibbles my neck as his hands drop to my behind.
I step back and kneel before him. His eyes flicker with arousal. I begin to unzip his suit pants and I look up at him. “I want to suck my new husband’s cock in my wedding dress,” I whisper as I kiss him through his boxers.
He smiles sexily as his eyes hold mine. “Fuck, yeah.” He brushes the hair back from my forehead tenderly as he watches me.
I pull down his briefs and am gifted with a perfect sight. Pre-ejaculate is beading on the end, and I slowly lick it off.
He inhales sharply.
I take him deep and he closes his eyes. I feel his knees go weak as he puts his hand on the back of the wingback chair to steady himself.
I take him deeper and deeper, my hand following my tongue as I pump him with force.
“Oh, my God,” he moans. “That’s so fucking good.” He tips his head back and pants as I give him a good going-over. He’s put in all this work for me and now I’m going to put all my work in for him.
“Ash…” he pants as his face scrunches tight. “I need a photo.”
“What?” I whisper around his cock.
“I need a photo of you sucking my cock in your wedding dress.”
“You’re a deviant.” I take him deep again. “Get your camera.” I smile.
“Yes,” he whispers. He holds the camera in place and, as I take him deep, I look at him and he takes the shot. He takes another, and then another, and then he drops the camera and watches me in awe. His eyes darken.
“I need to fuck my wife,” he growls in a whisper.
I giggle. “Don’t you mean make love? I think married people make love, Cameron,” I tease.
He shakes his head as he pulls me to my feet and turns me away from him. He slowly slides the zipper down.
“Nope. No making love in this fucking house,” he whispers as his lips dust my neck. He slides my dress down from behind and hisses when he sees my white wedding lingerie: a white bra and corset, with a matching g-string and garter belt. My stockings are thigh-high and white.
His eyes drop down my body and rest on my sex before they travel back up to my face. “If you married me for romance, Mrs. Stanton, I’m afraid you will be sadly disappointed.” He trails his finger down between my breasts and then down to my sex. He rubs me in small circles through my panties, and then he cups my sex aggressively with his whole hand, gripping me tight.
“This body is mine now,” he purrs. He slides my panties to the side and impales me with three fingers.
“Ahh…” I moan as I throw my head back.
“We won’t be making love, Ashley.” He pumps me hard with his thick fingers, and my eyes close. “We’re going to be fucking hard. Day and night, night and day.”
He bites my neck aggressively and my legs nearly give way.
He pulls his pants down and lies back on the bed. “Get on me and ride this cock.”
I go to remove my bra and he holds his hand up in a stop gesture.
“I want the underwear and veil left on.” He licks his lips as his eyes drop to my sex. “Tonight, I get to fuck my wife.”
Dr Stantons Epilogue Chapter 8
Ashley
The pitter-patter of little feet wakes me from my slumber, and I inhale deeply. It’s early morning and the sun is just peeking through the drapes.
“Dad,” Owen says into the silence.
Cameron stays sleeping.
“Dad,” he calls again.
“Hmm.” Cameron frowns and pulls the blankets back. His son climbs into