All Chapters of Makeshift Love: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

In less than twenty-four hours, I will be a married man. But the bad part is that I’d be pleasing my bride in bed instead. Terry finally convinced me that we should go to the strip club, but not for the reason I initially thought. Sitting in a booth, we were soon joined by two young men, probably around twenty. “Mr. Woods,” One of the men said, shaking my hand. It didn’t take me long to figure out who these men were, “my name is,” “I know who you are, Mr. Henderson.” I say, “You and your brother are well-known in Alador City.” The Demon King brothers smirk,  “Hell,” Terry chimes in, “Your entire family is well-known.” Angel motions for us to sit, 

I rolled my neck as I tried to get myself into my dress. Helen was kind enough to help me into my dress and finish getting ready; even Terry came by to ensure I had some coffee. He came in terrified, holding a cup of coffee out to me. I was curious about why he was so scared, but then I remembered a few years ago, Ash, Terry, and Mr. Woods had walked in when I was hungover and in a horrible mood. I may have lashed out at them but corrected myself after being caffeinated. None of them ever let me live that day down. Helen placed the veil with the flower crown on my head before stepping away and gasping softly, “You look stunning!” She exclaims. I smile and give her a twirl after she hands me my bouquet, “It’s almost time; are you ready?” I look at myself once again in the mirror, admiring the beautiful dress, the color of my hair, and the features of my face. I see my mother standing here, staring at me in this mirror. A slight tear slipped from my eye before I took a deep b

Ash’s hot breath was inches from my dripping cunt as he hooked my legs over his shoulders and gripped my hips as he pulled me into him, his tongue darting over and into my folds that sent delicious shock waves throughout my body. My toes curled as my fist balled into the sheets as Ash continued to devour my soul and every inch of hair standing on end. “Ash…” I moan. I heard him chuckle as he pushed my thigh a bit and entered a finger into me. “God!” I bit my lip as my hips lifted a bit before Ash pulled me back down to him, purring as he said, “You’re not going to get away from me that easily now, Mrs. Woods.” Continuing to rail my g-spot with his finger, he came up to my face, kissing my lips hungrily, “I’ve got so much to show you, Hailie. But tonight,” he kisses my lips once more, “I’m going to be as gentle as I can, my love.” Ash added in another finger, “Fuck!” I moaned as my hand clasped on his forearm as he drilled into me, “I plan to make you cum three times.” Ash tells

Hailie was resting on the couch in the study as we waited for the Henderson twins and Terry to get here to go over a few things before she and I left for our honeymoon. I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering this morning; my gorgeous wife stood in nothing but a robe, her red curls falling loosely against her back. She was absolutely stunning. Now, she was curled up on the couch, just barely awake after the rough pounding I gave her just an hour or so ago. I was so worried about hurting her, but the way she rode me, the way she gave me control over her body, I couldn’t help myself. A knock on the door stirs Hailie from her nap, “Come in.” I called out. The door opens, and Terry, the Henderson twins, and a young woman, maybe about eighteen or so, walk into the study, “Nice to see you both again,” Angel says to us. Hailie comes to me, her arms crossed over her chest as I wrap an arm around her shoulders in a protective manner. I knew she was scared to be in their presence, but sh

Three glasses of champagne, and Hailie wasn’t the most sane person. She was becoming pretty handsy with me when she finished the third flute. I had to take the glass away before Patricia could pour her a fourth. “Aw,” Hailie cried, “I wanted another glass, Daddy.” I glanced over and saw her biting her lip, then back to Patricia, who grinned madly before hurrying away from the situation I would have to face. “You,” I turned back to Hailie, who was a giggling mess, “need a nap. And perhaps some water.” Hailie giggled at my statement. “No!” She squealed. I could hear Luz sitting back there, cackling at my drunken bride. “And you can’t make me.” I chuckled darkly and brought her close to me, whispering in her ear with a growl, “Baby girl,” I said softly, a moan slipping from her lips, “you need to behave unless you want me to take you over my knee right here and now.” Hailie bit her lip as she looked at me, clearly debating whether to be a good girl or a naughty little brat. Hailie