Jacob slammed the binder of seating charts onto the kitchen table, rubbing his temples. "Addie, if your aunt insists on bringing that yappy dog again, I'm eloping to Vegas with a stranger." Addie smirked, leaning against the counter in her silk robe, arms crossed. "Relax, darling. We've got six months. Or we could skip the stress and use our favorite method—unless you're too wound up to handle me." Jacob's eyes darkened as she sauntered over, her strong hands already tugging at his shirt. "You're impossible. But horny as hell too, I see." She laughed, pushing him back onto the couch. "Damn right. Now shut up and get hard for me."
Addie straddled him, her wet pussy grinding against his growing cock through his pants. "Protection's in the drawer, but let's not bother—I'm feeling reckless tonight," she teased, her voice sharp with wit. Jacob groaned, hands gripping her ass. "You always say that when you're plotting world domination. Fine, but if we forget, don't blame the groom." She unzipped him, stroking his hard length. "Blame? I'd call it efficient planning. Now, how about that blowjob to start?"
She dropped to her knees, taking his cock into her mouth with eager sucks, her tongue swirling as he panted. "Fuck, Addie, you're dripping already—horny much?" Jacob quipped, threading fingers through her hair. She pulled back, eyes flashing. "Says the guy sweating like it's a marathon. Get inside me before I change my mind and make you beg." He flipped her onto the cushions, thrusting into her tight pussy, both forgetting the condom in the heat.
They moved together, her riding him hard from above, strong thighs clenching as she dictated the pace. "Deeper, Jacob—yes, like that. Make me come before the florist calls." He grunted, gripping her hips. "Bossy as ever. Your ass looks incredible bouncing like this." Sweat slicked their skin, her pussy clenching around him until she came with a cry, followed by his own release, cum spilling deep inside her.
Panting, they collapsed in a heap, Addie tracing circles on his chest. "See? Stress relieved. Now back to those vows." Jacob chuckled, kissing her forehead. "You're going to be the death of me, but what a way to go."
Six months blurred into wedding chaos, the forgotten night fading until their honeymoon suite door clicked shut. Addie stood there, six months pregnant, glowing and unapologetic. "Surprise, husband. Ready for round two?"
But as Jacob pulled her close, the real adventure was only beginning.
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