he said as he reached down and grabbed both her hands and placed two warm kisses on each palm. The wetness of his kiss against her flesh sent a flash of heat straight to her lower region. Her heart began to race and she quickly turned towards the officiating officer to break the tension. Why in the hell was he playing games with her? Why would he show her affection in front of these people when obviously he was uninterested in fulfilling his part of the deal?
Keeping her eyes locked on the officiating officer, a flustered Carrie blocked out every word and sound around her except the deafening sound of doubt. He will never love you. Why are you doing this? You are way out of his league? Will this destroy your friendship forever? With a million unanswered questions surfacing in her head Carrie almost forgot to utter the words, "I do!" It wasn't until she heard the officiating officer say, "You may kiss the bride!" that she realized she had blocked out her entire wedding. A wedding she was beginning to regret.
Silence quickly invaded the outdoor space as their wedding guests sat on the edge of their seats anticipating Carrie and Dylan's first kiss as husband and wife. A kiss, really? Carrie thought as she instinctively turned her left cheek towards her best friend. But, Dylan wasn't looking for a friend. He was looking for something much more. Without thought or hesitation, Dylan placed both of his massive hands on her face. "Dylan, what are you doing?" She faintly whispered with a slight quiver in her voice.
"I'm trying to tell you…I love you." Of course she knew that he loved her, but unfortunately, he only loved her as a friend.
"I know," she stated unenthusiastically.
He then leaned in closer. So close that the tips of their noses touched.
"Do you, really?"
"Look, now is not the time to discuss what happened, yesterday. We can talk about it later."
"No, now is the time!"
"Dylan, it’s our wedding. Just let me pretend we are hap…" Dylan couldn't listen to her rambling words anymore. He needed her. He needed her in a way he never needed anything. He cut her off mid-sentence and dove in fast and free. She moaned as his mouth came racing down against her lips. The moment they touched, a fire ignited between the two. Carrie quickly parted her lips as Dylan’s tongue plunged into the wet canal of her mouth.
"Mrs. McCray, please more," he moaned in between sweet succulent kisses. Carrie's virgin body responded instantly to his request. She dipped her neck back and wrapped her arms around him tightly. A rush of intense emotions rocked their sex-craved bodies.
"Oh Dylan!" Carrie gasped in delight and then cocked her head back so he could have better access to her mouth. Dylan thrusted his tongue in again and the crowd applauded in delight.
But, they both were unmoved by the chants and cheers, so much so, that Dylan's needy hands moved from her face down to her waistline. Once there, he pulled her strong and hard against his growing cock. The moment she felt his jackhammer against her waist, she stepped back and opened her sex-hazed eyes.
Carrie looked petrified. Dylan quickly grabbed her hand and escorted her the crowded aisle and towards the limo, ignoring hugs and smiles along the way. Once inside, he instructed the driver to roll up the partition and drive towards the reception.
"Dylan, what was that? Please, just stop it. We don’t have an audience anymore. You don't owe me anything!" She spat, kicking off her four inch heels.
"Oh, but I do."
"No. I've decided that I will find someone else to teach me the art of lovemaking. I don't think it’s a good idea to cross our friendship line. Last night, when you didn't call, I knew I had pushed you too far. I can't risk losing you and Katie."
He didn't say a word. Instead, he took off his tuxedo jacket and unbuttoned his tie. Then, he inched in close to her. She flinched as he approached. His closeness was driving her insane with desire.
“You will never lose
Keeping her eyes locked on the officiating officer, a flustered Carrie blocked out every word and sound around her except the deafening sound of doubt. He will never love you. Why are you doing this? You are way out of his league? Will this destroy your friendship forever? With a million unanswered questions surfacing in her head Carrie almost forgot to utter the words, "I do!" It wasn't until she heard the officiating officer say, "You may kiss the bride!" that she realized she had blocked out her entire wedding. A wedding she was beginning to regret.
Silence quickly invaded the outdoor space as their wedding guests sat on the edge of their seats anticipating Carrie and Dylan's first kiss as husband and wife. A kiss, really? Carrie thought as she instinctively turned her left cheek towards her best friend. But, Dylan wasn't looking for a friend. He was looking for something much more. Without thought or hesitation, Dylan placed both of his massive hands on her face. "Dylan, what are you doing?" She faintly whispered with a slight quiver in her voice.
"I'm trying to tell you…I love you." Of course she knew that he loved her, but unfortunately, he only loved her as a friend.
"I know," she stated unenthusiastically.
He then leaned in closer. So close that the tips of their noses touched.
"Do you, really?"
"Look, now is not the time to discuss what happened, yesterday. We can talk about it later."
"No, now is the time!"
"Dylan, it’s our wedding. Just let me pretend we are hap…" Dylan couldn't listen to her rambling words anymore. He needed her. He needed her in a way he never needed anything. He cut her off mid-sentence and dove in fast and free. She moaned as his mouth came racing down against her lips. The moment they touched, a fire ignited between the two. Carrie quickly parted her lips as Dylan’s tongue plunged into the wet canal of her mouth.
"Mrs. McCray, please more," he moaned in between sweet succulent kisses. Carrie's virgin body responded instantly to his request. She dipped her neck back and wrapped her arms around him tightly. A rush of intense emotions rocked their sex-craved bodies.
"Oh Dylan!" Carrie gasped in delight and then cocked her head back so he could have better access to her mouth. Dylan thrusted his tongue in again and the crowd applauded in delight.
But, they both were unmoved by the chants and cheers, so much so, that Dylan's needy hands moved from her face down to her waistline. Once there, he pulled her strong and hard against his growing cock. The moment she felt his jackhammer against her waist, she stepped back and opened her sex-hazed eyes.
Carrie looked petrified. Dylan quickly grabbed her hand and escorted her the crowded aisle and towards the limo, ignoring hugs and smiles along the way. Once inside, he instructed the driver to roll up the partition and drive towards the reception.
"Dylan, what was that? Please, just stop it. We don’t have an audience anymore. You don't owe me anything!" She spat, kicking off her four inch heels.
"Oh, but I do."
"No. I've decided that I will find someone else to teach me the art of lovemaking. I don't think it’s a good idea to cross our friendship line. Last night, when you didn't call, I knew I had pushed you too far. I can't risk losing you and Katie."
He didn't say a word. Instead, he took off his tuxedo jacket and unbuttoned his tie. Then, he inched in close to her. She flinched as he approached. His closeness was driving her insane with desire.
“You will never lose
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