Relinquishing Authority Part 5 - Finale
For the past three years, they were out in the open about their relationship. Leaving the workplace to become an entrepreneur in the real estate industry, he journeyed into the world commendably. He may not be as wealthy as she is, but it's never been about the money.
The party rumors had been circulating, but when the company parted ways and he started dating Jessica, it became evident. They were a happy couple.
Today, three years later, they walked out of their wedding celebration, linked arm in arm. The bridal gown was costly, but it was her big day, after all. Her red locks trailed behind her as she led him to the car, displaying a ravenous look in her eyes.
"It's unbelievable that we're finally married," she exclaimed, gripping his hand as he drove through town. They had organized the celebratory bash close by, but they were heading to the hotel to change out of their ceremony apparel. "It's like running a brand-new business or something."
He chuckled slightly, keeping his gaze on the road, tilting his head from side to side. "I'm just relieved that your family didn't brawl with my kin this time. I wouldn't have appreciated having to pull your mum off mine because of a disagreement."
Peering down at her hands, she couldn't resist staring at the ring adorning her finger. She stirred it back and forth repeatedly, and the gem sparkled under the lights. Rubbing his hand, her little hands fingered his until she beamed.
Abdicating her grip on his hand, she grazed the edge of her gown and lifted it slightly, causing the vehicle to rock a bit as he sat at the stoplight. Tightening his grasp on her hand, she moved her legs apart and hummed into his side. "The moment I saw this gown, I knew that it was ideal for getting fucked in."
His gaze never left the pavement, yet he could feel his hand shifting. Hunting for her clit underneath her white lingerie, swirling his fingers in circles. "I can't wait to mount your cock later. To have you ruin my makeup and screw me from behind."
As she vocalized, her breaths increased, her hips grinding against his fingers. Inspired by his movement, his fingertips traced the entrance to her pussy. "I want to be pulverized in this outfit tonight, Sir."
She could hardly wait to wear his clothing, her piercings encrusted with gold and tiny diamonds. But at this moment, she could care less about the jewelry. She was his girlfriend and she yearned for him.
Leaning backward, she gasped loudly during a stoplight, his fingertips sliding towards the island of erogenous zones. He knew exactly where her pleasure points were, and he knew exactly how to stroke her clit.
When her moans turned into breath-stealing screams, she grasped his wrist to keep him steady. His fingers deep in her body, her walls crushed his knuckles. She had her eyes off the road, but he still had a smile on his face, listening to her thunderous cries.
He navigated the vehicle into a parking spot, exiting with her from the other side. Turning her body around, he yanked her gown up and tore her undies off, pressing her lips to the vehicle's hood.
A stark lack of subtlety occurred later. No affection or softness. Simply pushing himself against her, she moaned into the steel surface while he maneuvered his member violently within her. "Fuck me, Sir." She choked out while grunting, her hips heaving against him to deepen each stroke.
His relentless thrusting never ceased, holding her limp body and using her throughout the peak of her orgasm. His quickening speed was evident as she returned to consciousness, knowing he was near his climax, but instead of completing within her, he pulled himself out and turned her around. Removing the drenched panties from her mouth, she was astonished to find them more moistened than planned. She, understandably, didn't have much time to consider this as he forced himself into her mouth.
Grasping her head to both sides, he forced himself into her throat, an activity they had practiced frequently in the previous years. The taste of her cum, blended with his mix of precum and the scent of his presence was enough to heal her sore throat later on, and she cherished the taste every time. The way he utilized her body had always been a source of excitement for her, causing sparks of insatiable bliss that she couldn't quite put into words.
She kept her eyes locked on his, her make-up already melting off her face, her lipstick marking him and her hair a horrid mess in contrast to its former state. When he took the final strokes, releasing his semen into her mouth, she felt his joy engulfing her again.
It wasn't until she was swallowing that she noticed her hands were already behind her back. Her body knew how to react when he was commanding her and she adored it. She adored him. And he knew she was cherished in return.
The expressions on bystanders' faces as they made their way up to their room made her doubt not being able to wait. The smug grins of strangers as they observed the newlyweds ascending to their wedding suite with "After Sex Makeup" on her face told them all they needed to know.
By the end of the next hour, the wedding gown had been reduced to near rags as he tore her from it. They were on the bed, in the shower, on the table and floor, they ravished every inch of the extravagant suite. Even the windows weren't safe as he presented her bosom to the world 10 floors below, fucking her from the rear.
They collapsed on the bed, panting and perspiring heavily. Exhausted to the point where they considered foregoing the after party. However, dragging themselves apart, they returned to their car to attend to duties.
Besides, that's what the honeymoon was for.