My One For Half A Million

Wedding

The day of our wedding, I woke up giddy. There was electricity skimming my skin, and I was grinning ear to ear, giggling like a maniac.

I jumped up and walked out of my room, and once my foot crossed the line into the living room, the lights shot on. There was confetti and balloons. Jay, Sam, Leah, and Azalea ran up and wrapped their arms around me, squealing and giggling. They practically dragged me out into the van they'd rented at some point, of course, only after they'd gotten me in a white robe. Bride was spelled out on the back in loopy pink lettering.

Once they got me to the venue, I was shoved into a makeup artist's chair. They powdered and colored and brushed every part of my face and bust, and then, Leah started doing my hair.

Gelled, sprayed, set, and primped, I felt almost ready to walk down the aisle.

Especially when I put the dress on. I was taken back to dancing in my dream with Xy between my arms. I smiled and twirled, hugging myself. It felt like a dream come true. Everything did.

Then Aunt Fi barged in, Michelle in tow.

I didn't talk to her, but Leah looked very upset. "That was," she said, with more sass than I'd ever seen anyone use with Aunt Fi, "quite literally, your only job."

Aunt Fi shrugged, but there was a small smile on her face. She was up to mischief.

"Whats going on?" I asked.

Leah began to explain, but Aunt Fi jumped in. "No DJ," she said. "No party, I guess." She looked smug, and Michelle looked equally pleased with herself. They fucking sabotaged me, in the lamest way possible.

I couldn't think of anything to say. I swear, I almost hit her before Azalea spoke up.

"I can DJ."

Every pair of eyes in the room was on that girl. She shrunk back a little. "I uh..."

I hugged her so tightly I felt her sigh a little oof.

"Thank you," I said.

Aunt Fi scoffed and spun on her heel, walking out. Mitchy looked a little lost, then followed.

...

Everyone's eyes were on me.

Xylar's mom was crying a little, leaning over as far as she could to get a better view.

Leah, Azalea, Sam and Jay stood at the altar, holding their bouquets, smiling.

And Xylar stood there, his eyes focused on me with a look sterner than I'd ever seen. His mouth was in a big, goofy grin.  I tried not to run down the aisle.

I reached it, eventually, and took Xy's hands. 

I read my vows. They were simple and plain, I was trying not to show that I had fallen for him so hard. My hands trembled when he began his.

"From the moment I met you, I loved you, and that love..." He looked dead in my eyes, and I realized he meant every word. "That love has only grown. I love everything about you, Zoe. Your smile, your personality, your eyes... you. You are- the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me, and I-"

He sniffed, and I reached up, wiping a tiny tear off his cheek. I nodded my head.

"I love you, Zoe. I always have. I take you to be my lawfully wedded wife, always, and I pray everyday you love me even a fraction as much as I do you."

"I do," I whispered. The officiant spoke.

"By the powers vested in me, I now pronounce yoy, husband and wife. Yoy may-"

We were on eachother before he could finish speaking.

...

"I would say that was a success," Xylar laughed, falling back against the bed.

"Me too. And hey, now we're loaded." I hopped into bed on my side, but quickly rolled toward the middle. Toward him.

He pulled me into his side and kissed my hair.

"Xy, I-"

I looked up at him, and he looked down at me, and suddenly, I couldn't speak. I was smiling too hard.

He ducked his head to press his lips to mine, and I caught his cheek, holding him there. His hand went to my hip, and before I knew it, I was on top of him. He reached down, and I grabbed his hand, and pinned his wrists above his head.

At the sound of him whimpering my name, I rolled my hips against him, making him moan. "Please," he sighed.

I ducked my head to kiss his neck and released his hands, touching every inch of him, and finally pulling down his boxers. He was hard, and, his dick freed from the cloth, pressed his hips up into me, rubbing himself on my thigh.

"Xy," I breathed. He moaned again.

After a few minutes of swaying my hips, teasing him until he cried, I gave in and slammed myself down onto him. He cried out, gripping my waist.

I smiled against his neck, grinding myself into him. "Good boy," I said, "take it like a good boy.

He whimpered and shook, but he was smiling, his eyes rolled back, he was utterly in bliss as I bounced up and down, moaning praise and a little bit of degradation.

I paused, and grabbed his shoulders. He looked up at me, his wide eyes glazed over with pleasure. I lowered my body and kissed him, gently.

Then I resumed fucking him, this time at a much, much quicker pace that made my eyes tear up.

"Good boy!" I moaned.

He cried out, "I'm going to cum! Miss- Miss, please!"

"Please what?" I jerked my hips in a way that hit every damn spot, and I had to restrain a gasp. Shit, I was gonna cum too.

"Please let me cum, Miss!"

I looked down at him and smiled. I really couldn't have picked a better husband. He was perfect, and so cute, begging to cum with his back arched.

As I felt a wave of ecstasy sneak up on me, I moaned out, telling him to cum, quick, before I changed my mind.

He nearly screamed as he came, and I moaned.

The feeling of him cumming, and the knowing that I made him cum, would have thrown me over the edge if I hadn't already fallen off of it. I half-collapsed, and kissed his chest, and pulled him to me. "Good boy" I whispered.

He giggled. "Thank you, miss."

~END~

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