Chapter 182 – Bonus - Wedding, Just a Quickie

Chapter 182 – Bonus - Wedding, Just a Quickie
Isabella’s POV

We made our way down the aisle, and then Zander quickly dragged me back into the hotel. We raced down the hallway to the elevators and got in, Zander pressing and holding the close door button so no one else could get in.

“Zander,” I giggled. “You’re being crazy.”

“Crazy for you, Izzy,” Zander grinned, pinning me against the wall of the elevator. “I love you, wife.”

Wife. It sounded so sweet coming off his lips. “I love you, too, husband,” I said, smiling.

“Say it again,” Zander growled as he kissed my neck.

“Husband, my husband,” I panted out.

The elevator stopped, and Zander pulled me by the hand down the hallway. Then, he stopped at a door, swiping a key card.

“Well, Mrs. Cavanaugh, we’re here,” Zander said, smiling widely.

“Where exactly is here?” I asked.

“The honeymoon suite, of course,” Zander explained and proceeded to sweep me off my feet.                                                           

I giggled with excitement. “What are you doing?”

“I’m carrying my bride over the threshold so I can fuck her,” Zander smirked.

“Zander! We have a reception to go to in 45 minutes!” I exclaimed.

“I know, that means we have about 25 minutes to consummate this marriage,” Zander said, slyly. Zander carried me into the bedroom and placed me on my feet. He spun me around and quickly undid my wedding dress, dropping it to the ground. “Step out of it, bunny.”

I stepped out, and he bent down to pick it up, biting me on my ass cheek while he was down there. I jumped and yipped in surprise as he did it. “Hungry or something?” I questioned, laughing.

“Hungry for you,” Zander said, looking over my body with a ravenous glare. “Look at you, Izzy.” He turned me towards the full-length mirror. “Really look, see what I see. See the gorgeous woman who turns me on more than anyone else in the world. The strength, the beauty, and the softness I fell in love with the moment I saw you. The person I can’t wait to get home to every single minute of every single day.”

I looked at myself, really looked at myself, standing there in my lace bra and panties. Before, I would have looked at all the imperfections and turned away, but not now. Zander has shown me, by loving me, that I can love myself. I admire the swell of my breasts, the curve of my hips, and my growing belly bump. My body is carrying life, and I smiled at the thought of having Zander and my children.

Zander turned me around to face him. “I love every inch of you, Izzy,” Zander stated, “and later tonight I’m going to show you that.”

Zander unzipped his pants, slid off his shoes, and dropped his pants and boxers to the floor. I let out an involuntary gasp at how hard he was.

“This is how hard you make me, bunny,” Zander murmured into my neck as he trailed kisses down my neck. His hand reached for my pebble nipple through the soft lace of my bra, and I whimpered. “Come with me,” he said, leading me to the balcony.

“Zander! People will see us,” I gasped.

“Let them,” Zander scoffed.

“But baby, I…” I started to say, but stopped when I saw a bunch of pillows and a blanket on the floor of the balcony.

“There are no neighbors to see, we’ll be low enough that people at the pool and beach can’t see, and if they do, they are going to get the best damn show of their lives,” Zander grinned. “Now come here.” Zander pulled me into his chest and kissed me hard. He ran his hand down my stomach, between my legs, and felt the lace of my panties. “Fuck, bunny, you are soaking wet.”

“You make me that way, Zander,” I breathed out as Zander moved my panties to one side and slipped his finger into my pussy. “Oh God, Z,” I gasped.

“So very wet,” Zander expressed, dragging my panties down to the ground. “Kneel on these pillows and face the glass balcony,” he said, pointing to the pillows on the ground.

Fuck, is he going to fuck me from behind on the balcony? He knows doggy style is my favorite because it rubs me so very well. I complied with his instructions and knelt. I can see the pool and the beach. My heart accelerated as I wondered if people could see me on my knees, but it's still thrilling, whether they can or not. Zander knelt behind me.

“Bend over and put your hands on the glass, Izzy,” Zander requested.

“Fuck, Z,” I moaned. “This is really exciting and taboo.”

“I thought you’d like it,” Zander declared as he pushed two fingers inside me and rubbed my clit.

I let out a loud throaty moan. “Oh God, Zander,” I panted. “More, I need your cock.”

“Patience, bunny,” Zander insisted. “I’m making the most of the 25 minutes.”

I arched my back up as I felt the wave of my orgasm start to peak. I moaned loudly.

“Don’t cum, Izzy,” Zander told me. “I want you to cum around my cock for the first time as my wife.”

“I’m so close, please,” I begged.

Zander pulled his fingers out and thrusted hard and fast into my pussy.

“FUUUCCCKK,” Zander growled out. “Your pussy was made for me, Izzy.”

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned. “I’m going to cum already! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I’m writhing, panting, and convulsing around his cock as I stare out to the ocean. Zander pulled out, flipped me over onto my back, and thrusted back inside my wet heat with a loud moan.

“Fuck, Izzy,” Zander said, kissing me hard, swallowing both of our moans.

I wrapped my legs around his back and forced him deeper inside me just in time for another wave of pleasure to consume me. I pulsed and squeezed him harder than I ever have. “I need your cum,” I screamed out. “Please, Zander.”

“Fuck, yes, Mrs. Cavanaugh,” Zander smirked, then he shuddered and jerked, coating my pussy with ribbon after ribbon of his hot cum. Zander collapsed on me and then rolled me on top of him. I sighed with contentment and nuzzled into his chest.

“So how was that, Mrs. Cavanaugh?” Zander asked.

“It was mind-blowing, Mr. Cavanaugh,” I said, smiling.

Zander glanced at his watch. “23 minutes, not bad for a quicky,” Zander chuckled.

“Do we have to go to the reception?” I giggled. “I’m sure they won’t miss us.”

“Um, they may notice since we’re the bride and the groom,” Zander laughed.

“I guess,” I sighed.

“Let’s go clean up and get ready to party,” Zander advised. “Because I can’t wait for tonight.”

“Me neither, Z,” I grinned and kissed his lips. “Me neither.”