The moment they'd come off the dance floor--which didn't take long, because Jennifer's heels were killing her so much that she was
gleeful
every time her new husband lifted her up and took her weight off them--Grant grabbed for her ass.
"
Cariño
!" she squealed, looking frantically around the hotel lobby to see if any eyes were on them. "Not here."
But she wiggled her luscious buttocks, loving the way he squeezed them.
"I can't help it," Grant hissed. "I can't believe you married me--that it wasn't enough to just lay me all the time, you actually agreed to marry me."
"Blame the good Catholic girl in me," she said, moving out of his grasp. "Of course, now that we're married, you can actually put it in the right way. Get me pregnant."
"It just wouldn't feel right if I didn't destroy your ass first," Grant said boldly. "Don't you always say that you love it best in the pussy when you're still throbbing from having your ass ruined?"
Jennifer squeaked a little. He had to bring that up at their very wedding reception, where anyone could hear. "Don't turn me on, baby, it's hours yet until we can leave."
Grant wrapped his arms around her waist and press himself to her back, now letting her feel his growing erection bunting between the hills of her ass. "Then if we sneak out now, have a quickie, we can come back and have a full head of steam again by the time we're officially on honeymoon."
"You're going to be the death of me," Jennifer smiled, unable to dispel the thought of it. "Okay. You go on up to that room we had the caterers put the empty boxes in. I'll make the rounds and join you in a minute."
Grant slipped away. Jennifer knew she could trust him to dim the lights, draw the curtains, maybe even put some music on. For such a cocksman, Grant was a real romantic. He always made sure to make her feel special, spicing the gratification he needed so constantly.
Jennifer felt lucky to have snagged such a man. Not only did he have an exciting career developing, but he had an insatiable lust for her that he was still conscientious enough to turn into pure pleasure on her end.
Lots of her friends complained that this wasn't the case. Her best friend had told her that her husband just got on top of her, gave it to her until he came, then rolled over and went to sleep. Jennifer felt sorry for girls like that. And a little smug. She wouldn't settle for that sort of man. And she'd be sure to give Grant the kind of fucking that kept him around until his dying day.
She went to get a drink from the punch bowl, let herself get drawn into a quick conversation, then went to find Grant.
It enthused her when she turned the doorknob to one of the many hotel rooms they'd booked just to have the hotel to themselves and their wedding guests. This one didn't have anyone assigned to it. For a moment, she'd been worried it'd be locked, that Grant had been drawn away to deal with something, but no. She was always his priority. He knew how lucky he'd gotten with her.
Inside, the lights were low and Grant's cell phone was playing soft, dreamy music. He had stripped the bed of blankets, leaving only a pillow in the middle of the bare mattress. Jennifer smiled and felt her pussy clench. He loved to stick a pillow under her ass. It put their fucking at an angle that was guaranteed to rub her clit.
Jennifer's heart pounded as she looked around for Grant, craving the sight of him like a hit of some drug. When he saw him, he'd done a little to get comfortable. His bowtie was undone, his shoes were off, and his fly was down. Seeing a glimpse inside of his pants, some more of the promising bulge of his throbbing erection, made her tingle wetly.
"You really couldn't wait another few hours?" she cooed, sitting down on the bed to remove her shoes.
"You know I couldn't. It's the thought of getting to have you whenever I want for the rest of our lives. It's... intoxicating."
"Yeah? That's how I feel when you show me that big dick,
papi.
Why are you hiding it from me? Why tease your poor wife?"
"I was worried you might be housekeeping."
"
Pendejo,"
Jennifer swore. "As if I'm going to let you tempt any of those bitches." She flopped down onto her back, enjoying stretching out her long legs. "Are you sure it's not the dress?"
Grant walked by her dangling feet. "Oh no, it's not the dress. It's that big ass I know is underneath."
Jennifer snickered. She'd dressed to show off her body as much as anything else. Her wedding gown was largely a white corset and thong panties under yards of tulle. The tulle was only faintly translucent, but to a man as familiar with her body as Grant, it was a constant reminder of her amazing physique. From her sumptuous ass to her long legs to a good deal of her milky cleavage, much of her was covered only in lace. Her bare legs had a skirt as insubstantial as her wedding veil to protect them; almost to her crotch, she was all but naked.
Grant passed it up though, circling the bed to where her head hung off the mattress. He fished his firming erection from his open fly and offered it to her mouth. Jennifer eagerly took it into her lips. God, how she loved sucking cock. She never got sick of it.
***
"Has anyone seen where Jennifer got off to?" Jenna Ortega asked, then regretted it. Thankfully, no one had heard with the DJ spinning up a new song and fresh bottles of wine being opened.
Jenna had come to the wedding to support her fellow Latina, but she'd also wanted to talk a new project with Jennifer if she got a minute. And if she found Jennifer, wherever she got off to, it'd be a great chance to talk it over with her on the way back to the reception.
She intuited that if Jennifer needed a quiet moment somewhere, she'd probably be in one of the spare rooms the wedding party had booked, so Jenna went upstairs and wandered around the halls. It didn't take long for her to hear music. That had to be Jennifer; no one would be up here, listening to their cell phone in speaker mode when they could be down at the party.
She traced the music to a closed door. Light was slipping around the doorframe. Jenna walked up to it, hand raised to knock, when she heard a voice say "Fuck me in the ass right now!"
***
Grant pulled Jennifer up by the ponytail. Minimum pressure, but maximum effect. She didn't dare let him pull her hair too far out of alignment on her special day.
When she'd come up off his cock, he pressed himself against her, holding his stiff prick to her groin. He rubbed it up and down, dry-humping her while his hands went back to cup her fat ass.
Jennifer trembled, excitement racing down her spine. But she shook her head. "Don't put your dick in my wedding dress, Jesus!"
