Gareth unlocked the door of the hotel room. He couldn't wait to get Jessica, his bride of a couple of hours, into bed.
People passing them in the hall smiled at them indulgently. Gareth was still in his rented tuxedo, the white rose boutonnière still in his buttonhole.
Jessica was still in her wedding gown -- designer Valentino. It was off the shoulder, the bodice conforming to her reed-thin figure. The skirt flowed into a cathedral train, and the veil was made of imported Belgian lace. It frosted over her raven-black curls.
Gareth swept Jessica into his arms and carried her over the threshold. He wanted it to be perfect for his virgin bride.
Inside, he kicked the door closed. Jessica then jumped on him, tearing the tux from his athletic body.
"Jess! What are you doing?"
"What I've wanted to do for the past six months. Getting you out of these clothes and then I'm going to fuck you silly."
"Oh, God, baby," was all Gareth said, as she yanked down his trousers and underwear and took his cock in her mouth. She sucked it deeply in her mouth and gazed up at him hungrily through her thickly-lashed violet eyes.
Gareth tore off her veil and tossed it aside and buried his hands in her dark hair, fucking her face with his cock.
Roughly, he pulled her up before he could spew his load in her throat and ripped her gown off her body. She stood before him in her slip, white stockings, and heels.
He rid her body of the slip and saw the white garter belt holding up her stockings and then eased off her panties and she took off her heels and bra. She reached for the fastening on the garter belt.
"No," Gareth said. "Leave it on."
