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Max & Sam - Bonus Content

2/2/2024

MAXWELL
The cheers follow us out of the room, but all I can hear is Sam’s low, throaty voice, tinged with excitement. “Uh, where are we going? It’s not time to leave yet.”
“We’ll go back.” Not for a while, and maybe not looking the same, but… eventually.
Sam giggles as I drag her into the elevator. There is another couple in there, who share a knowing glance and slip out. Sam’s face flames and she calls after them, “You don’t need to leave, really!”
“Enjoy yourselves!” the woman calls back, while the man lets out a piercing wolf whistle. Sam’s cheeks are cherry red, but I share a wink with the guy as the doors close between us. Finally, a moment alone. I tug Sam into my arms, lowering my head to tease her lips with my tongue. As much as I’d love nothing more than to get on my knees and get my head under her floaty dress, these things have cameras, and I have no intention of giving anyone a story to sell to the press.
A ding alerts us to the fact that we’ve reached the top floor. I reluctantly lift my head, scooping Sam up and carrying her out of the elevator, in search of the honeymoon penthouse suite. It’s where both Timmy and David spent their wedding nights – and they’ve both happily knocked up their wives, so it’s clearly a good luck charm. Shrieking as her feet leave the ground, Sam clings to my shoulders, wrapping her arms around my neck.
            “What the hell are you doing? You’re crazy.”
            “Carrying my wife over the threshold.” Isn’t it obvious? Sam pouts, frowning at me.
            “You said we’d go back down.”
            “We will. But it doesn’t count if I carry you over the threshold the second time.”
She rolls her eyes, but obviously sees sense, because she falls silent, craning her neck to see when I manage to extract the keycard from my pocket. Sam watches me fumble a few times before giggling.
            “Give it here, genius.”
I poke my tongue out at her, but surrender the keycard, holding her tightly as she unlocks the door, and I shove it open with my shoulder and hip.
            “Ohh, fancy.” Sam’s eyes are wide as I carry her inside. They’ve done a rose petal trail to the bed, which is also covered in red rose petals, with candles lit around the room, and a bottle of champagne chilling. Hmm, maybe we won’t be going back downstairs. Hell, we could FaceTime to say goodbye to everyone, surely.
            I set Sam down, waggling my eyebrows expectantly. She arches a brow at me. “What?”
            “I would like to see my surprise under your dress, please.”
            Giggling again, Sam rolls her eyes, turning as she holds her hair out of the way, exposing the back of her dress. “You’ll need to unzip me.”
            I don’t need to be told twice, hurrying across the room to her, my lips tease her bare shoulder blades as I unzip the dress, holding it as Sam steps out of it. My breath catches as she slowly turns around, the flickering candlelight caressing her like a glorious bath. My tongue darts out to wet my now dry lips. Fuck me. Getting married is amazing. I highly recommend it. We should do it every month.
            Sam smolders at me, standing in nothing but a blush pink strapless corset that matches the color of her dress. My gaze trails down, my mouth drying up again. The corset flows into barely there, see-through lace panties, offering a tempting glance of her bare pussy, and matching garter belt holding up her stockings, her long, slender legs finishing in strappy stilettos. I’ve died and gone to heaven. Officially.
            “You’re the most stunning person in the fucking world, babe,” I breathe. Sam smiles, her eyes hooded as she strikes a pose.
“Can I put my dress back on and we go back downstairs to our guests now?”
What? No! My eyes tear away from her tantalizing pussy, flying back up to her grinning face. My words are almost a whimper, torn from me. “You can’t show me the most amazing sight I’ve ever seen and then take it away from me. That’s against the Geneva Conventions.”
Sam’s eyebrows shoot up, but I think my reasoning impresses her a little bit. “The Geneva Convention. You think it has a whole section related to being a cock tease?”
            “No. I think it has a whole section on cruel and unusual torture.”
            Sam rolls her eyes, making sure her dress is carefully laid over the back of the couch, and disappears into the bathroom. No. I wasn’t done looking at her! Where’s she gone? Thankfully, she appears quickly, tying her hair back in a barrette. Okay, that’s an idea I can get behind. Finally, she sits carefully down on the bed, stretching her legs out, leaning back on her wrists and pouting sultrily at me. My tongue darts out to wet my lips again as she spreads her legs, the barely there lace not moving as her pussy lips spread, displaying the treasure there to me.
            “It’s all yours, Max.” Her throaty voice is back, my cock throbbing painfully in my trousers. I kick off my shoes, losing my belt, socks, and tie before I land on my knees in front of my gorgeous wife.
“Fuck yeah, it’s all mine.”
Tearing her panties off, I discard them on the floor, my fingers spreading her pussy lips further as I lean in, delving into my prize. My tongue laps at her folds, licking up to flicker at her clit as I eagerly shove two fingers into her now dripping pussy.
“Max!” she squeals, her fingers digging into my hair as she curls her body forward, holding my head right where she wants it. That’s it, babe. Come for me. I did promise we would go back to our guests, so I’ll have to take my time later. I’ve booked our month-long Caribbean honeymoon, so I’m going to take my time a lot.
I suck Sam’s clit into my mouth, nibbling it and she squeals again, her fingers tightening in my hair as her pussy grips my fingers, fluttering as she comes with a gush. She slumps back on her wrists, her glorious chest heavy as I rock back to sit on my heels, slowly sucking her tasty juices off my fingers. Our eyes burn together as I stand, releasing my aching cock, and flipping Sam over until she’s on her hands and knees, in her stunning lingerie, amid the white sheets and rose petals.
I eye her ponytail thoughtfully. Yeah, I can work with that. Gripping her ass, I position my dick at her dripping entrance and reach forward, my hand wrapping around her ponytail. I slam balls deep into her pussy at the same time I tug her ponytail back toward me. Sam squeals again, her pussy pulsing tightly around my cock as she moans.
            “Fuck, Max! Do that again.”
            “Happy to oblige, babe.”
            I keep my hold tightly on her ponytail, keeping her head tipped back as I hammer into her. After the glorious feast I just had, I’m not going to last. Thankfully, neither is Sam. Her pussy is fluttering again, and she comes, hard, right as I tip over the edge, slamming into her a final time.
I slump over her, my lips trailing the back of her neck. “You’re amazing, babe.”
“That was amazing,” Sam gasps, moaning a little as I slip out of her, my hand releasing the hold on her ponytail. She’s a little wobbly-kneed as we climb off the bed, but heads straight into the bathroom. “Get dressed! We need to get back downstairs.”
            Seriously? Ah well, we ditched our guests, and if we go back downstairs, we get to come up again, and I get to have two wedding nights. What more could a man ask for? Sam emerges, her hair billowing again, her makeup fixed, still dressed in her lingerie, minus her torn panties, that are lying on the floor in a tiny heap of lace. She steps back into her dress, holding it against her tits as she smiles over her shoulder.
            “Can you zip me up?”
            I wet my lips – dry again. “You’re not wearing any panties.”
            “I didn’t bring a second pair. Hurry. I want to make sure no one has left before we can say goodbye.”
Fuck. Me. This is the best night of my life. I zip up Sam’s dress, sneaking in another kiss to the back of her neck and stepping away. She grins, leading me out the door as my eyes are glued to the floaty skirts of her dress. She’s completely bare under there. Best. Night. Ever.

SAMANTHA
It feels naughty to be making our way back down to our guests, having just had wildly hot sex – my scalp is still tingling, as are my lady bits – and wearing no panties. I’ve walked away from Max a few times with no panties on. But that was to go back to my hotel room, not to return to a room full of family and friends to smile, and laugh, and drink.
Max’s eyes are burning into me whenever I catch his gaze. Hell, I feel crazy powerful right now. He takes my hand, tugging me against him as the elevator takes us back down to the ballroom. His lips are tickling my ear as he breathes a long, dirty list of everything he’s going to do to me and my body, tonight, and the entire month-long honeymoon he has planned. My pussy clenches and by the time we walk out of the elevator, I’m so slick between my thighs it’s like a water park. Maybe this wasn’t the best plan I’ve ever had.
My thoughts are taken off Max’s naughty words as we slip back into the ballroom to more cheers than when we left. Max immediately snags two flutes of champagne off a waitress, handing me one and swatting my ass as he strolls away with a wink. I glare after him but flash a smile as Ani approaches. She waves a hovering David off. He leaves, but mutinously, his gaze never leaving her as he joins his cousins, who are all drinking whiskey and laughing.
I follow Ani to where Angie Westerhaven – Timothy’s heavily pregnant wife – is seated at their table, sipping on a glass of water.
“Not long to go now,” Ani tells her cheerfully. Angie sighs, rubbing her protruding belly.
“I can’t wait. The heartburn is rough.”
I wince as I take my seat. I’ve never had heartburn before, but I’ve heard it’s bad. “When are you due?”
“Two more months.” Angie sighs again, rolling her neck. “Nine months is way too long.”
Ani is cradling her barely there bump. “Don’t tell me that.”
Angie laughs, taking another sip. She eyes me speculatively. “I heard a month in the Caribbean awaits.”
I make a face. “I know this probably sounds bad, but I don’t know if I can do a month of vacationing.”
Ani shakes her head, wrinkling her nose. “You two are crazy. I would live on vacation six months of the year if I could.”
Laughing, Angie nods to me. “A year ago, I was with you. But Tim has taught me a thing or two about relaxing and taking a vacation and I have to say, I’m a convert.”
“Where did you take your honeymoon?”
“Florence, and Paris. It was amazing,” Angie smiles dreamily. I turn to Ani, who flashes me a grin.
“The South of France to look at art galleries.”
“Those both sound amazing.”
“So does lying on a yacht or beach in the Caribbean,” Ani reminds me. True. It sounds nice. Mom crosses to me, taking a seat and drawing my hand into her lap.
            “Happy, Sammie?”
            “More than I’ve ever been.”
            “Me too. I expect you to learn properly how to relax and enjoy yourself. Our Christmas LA trip is going to be even more amazing if Max has already done all the hard work to get you ready for it.”
Rolling my eyes at her, I lean my head against her shoulder, my eyes finding my husband, where he laughs with his twin and cousins. Sharon has joined us, and she, Mom, Ani and Angie are discussing a possible Christmas party here in Chicago. I smile to myself. Before I went to New York to fight that lawsuit, I had no friends, no family but Mom, and a life that was work and little else. Now I have a full, large, loving family, Ani lives in New York, so I can see we’re going to be firm friends, and Angie and I have already exchanged WhatsApp details. Max might have filled my life, but everyone he has brought with him has definitely made it complete.
            Meeting Max was the best thing that ever happened to me. My eyes meet his burning hot ones and I smile lazily, even though my pussy clenches. I’m looking forward to tonight, the next month, and hell, the rest of my life. It’s going to be amazing.

The End.

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