Ezra

My arms are restrained behind me, the silk of the tie holding my wrists tight together, the pressure sending waves of pulsing pleasure straight to my groin.

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My head is pressed firmly on the wall, the satin of the jacket’s lining caressing my face with a rough tenderness, while the pungent scent of my fragrance intoxicates me, making me lightheaded.

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This—

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This is so good.

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“You like that? Huh? You little shit?” he whispers in my ear and I lean toward his sound instinctively.

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Everything is dark. My body is pinned against the wall and my butt is exposed to the chill air of the room, his pulsing cock inside his dress pants grinding between my cheeks.

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“Y-yes,” I whimper, eating some of the satin and spitting it back out.

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My entire body is in need and desperate. And yet he has no intention of giving in to me.

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“Yes, what?” he grumbles and the bristle of his tone reverberates through me, making my knees buckle.

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“Yes. I like it. Sir,” I manage to gasp as his body weight pushes further onto me, making me feel plastered to the wall.

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“Do you want this?” His gruff voice is paired with a push of his hips that gives my ass cheeks more of his definition.

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My hole clenches wanting his big cock.

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“Yes. Yes sir,” I cry.

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Man, this is so good. Too good. No wonder Isaac loves having his eyes covered during sex. It’s like, in the absence of my eyesight, everything else, all other senses, are intensified.

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“Nawww, look at you all needy,” Isaac coos with a smug chuckle that makes my cock jolt.

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One hand is holding the tie tight around my wrists, while the other navigates my body with a wanton possessiveness that makes me desperate for release.

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His hand reaches one of my cheeks and takes hold of it. My hole clenches again, begging to be filled.

I love this. Love the setup, the roleplay, his roughness. Him taking control. There isn’t much we haven’t tried since we got together and anything we haven’t we will be trying in the future.

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A future filled with Isaac, him and I together, there’s nothing more fulfilling than the sound of that.

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The crackle of a zipper deafens me and I stay still waiting for the impact.

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Hot, searing skin lands on my crack and even though I was fully expecting it, it still makes me jump.

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Where his cock touches feels like a branding iron, marking me as his. I arch my back welcoming the heat.

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My hands lose their pressure and his weight on my back disappears. My hairs stand to attention as my ears perk up trying to figure out what’s going on.

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Cold, steaming liquid sizzles on my tight muscle and it’s not long before his fingers rub the lube all over me and in me.

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And then, he’s inside me.

Isaac

I push inside him and I lose any composure I’ve managed to keep all this time. I fall into his back, bucking my hips back and forth, losing myself in him.

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His groans fill the air even though they’re somewhat muffled by the suit jacket wrapped around his head.

His fingers graze my groin, trying to control my motions until they surrender to my will and form fists as resistance to my pounding.

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A bead of sweat trickles down my forehead all the way down to the side of my eyes, but it’s stopped by the rim of my glasses.

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I press my mouth between his shoulder blades, and my salivating mouth creates a patch on his dress shirt.

It shouldn’t be hot, but the thought that it’s going to be there when we’re done, hiding behind his suit jacket sends me into a frenzy and I thrust deeper into him, harder against him, feeling my orgasm clawing at my chest and stomach.

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Ezra pushes his hips out and I press his head harder against the wall, trying to drown his grunting that’s getting louder with every passing thrust.

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My breath catches as I feel my orgasm shooting down my body, ready to fill him up when there’s a knock on the door and it opens before either of us have the time to stop it.

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“Oh shit!” Cam says standing in front of Linc just as I come into my fiancé.

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“Fuck sake. Why does this always happen to me?” Linc cries out.

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Ezra tenses under me but I can’t find the words to tell them to get out because my cum has literally stolen my energy and power to do so.

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“We’ll…” Cam whispers and closes the door before he finishes his sentence.

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“Are they gone?” Ezra asks and I still for another second before I burst into laughter.

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I pull out of him and unwrap the jacket from his head. He turns around to look at me. He looks so gorgeous with his slightly ruffled hair and patches of sweat along his white shirt, his grey eyes bright with passion.

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“Let me get you some tissues,” I say, trying to hide my amusement.

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I turn around to walk to the vanity table, but Ezra stops me.

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“How about you take care of me first?” he says.

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I look at him, hands still bound behind his back, glancing down at his unexposed, but obviously erect crotch and my cock pulses at the image.

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I’m marrying this guy. How the hell did I ever get so lucky?

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I drop to my knees and unzip his dress pants releasing his beastly cock and give it a few tugs, staring up at my husband-to-be.

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“Besides, I want to keep you inside me until after the ceremony.” He winks at me and I’ll be damned if that doesn’t make me horny again, the thought of him walking down the aisle with my cum still inside him.

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I lap my tongue around his slit, guzzling on his fluids and pulling more groans out of him.

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When I take him in my mouth, his heat sends shivers down my spine and it doesn’t take long for him to shoot his cum down my throat.

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It’s only when we’re both done that I untie his tie and release his hands.

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Ezra pulls his pants back up, keeping good on his promise and offering a cheeky smirk as a bonus.

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“What do you say? Shall we go get married? I really want to have sex with a married man,” he says, rubbing his thumb and index on my chin.

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“Yes. Me too,” I tell him and take his lips in mine.

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We help each other get dressed and look somewhat composed before we open the door.

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Linc and Cam are standing there, casually, as if they haven’t just walked in on us.

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Cam is chuckling behind his hand while Linc offers his hand at me.

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“Breath mint. Please. For all of our sake,” he says.

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I take it with a laugh.

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“I’m sorry you had to see that,” I say.

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“Oh, don’t worry about us. We liked the show,” Cam says, grinning, only to get a smack in the back of the head by his boyfriend. “What?”

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We all laugh and just then Freddy arrives without his boyfriend in tow.

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“What’s going on? Are we ready or what?” he asks.

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“See?” I tell Linc. “That’s the perfect best man. Not like you, doing nothing.”

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Linc gives me the middle finger.

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“If you must know I was coming to get you so we can start the ceremony. But no. By all means, go back inside so Freddy can catch you inside each other,” he says.

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“I’d rather not, thanks,” Freddy says.

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He claps his hands and asks us to follow him so we can get this done.

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It’s not a big affair. Just a small ceremony in Freddy’s parent’s house in Cedarwood Beach. And yes, said house overlooks the ocean.

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So yeah, it’s an ocean-side wedding. And it’s perfect.

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All our friends, old and new are there as is my family.

We walk down the sand, barefoot, toward the big flowery arch frame, where Autumn is standing with a big smile on her face, wearing a beautiful, lacey white dress that makes her look divine.

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Cam’s sister has become somewhat of a foster sister for us, even if she lives in Mayberry Holm now. She visits often and she’s great to be around.

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So who better to perform our ceremony than her.

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“Do you take each other, for better or worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to cherish and to love ‘til death do you part?” she asks.

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Looking at Ezra’s eyes, reflecting the sunlight and my entire world in them, the answer is easy.

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“I do,” we say at the same time and he pulls me into his arms for a mouthwatering kiss.