**Wedding Night Surprise**

The wedding had been perfect—flowers everywhere, champagne flowing, and Lucy looking like an absolute goddess in her white dress. Now, hours later, we were finally alone in the hotel suite, the last stragglers of the reception long gone. My wife (fuck, that still felt unreal) had her back against the bedroom door, cheeks flushed, one strap of her dress already slipping off her shoulder.

“Finally,” she breathed, stepping toward me, her heels clicking against the hardwood. My cock was already straining against my pants, desperate for her.

“Finally,” I echoed, grabbing her waist and pulling her against me. Our mouths crashed together, hot and hungry, her tongue sliding against mine as I yanked the rest of her dress down, exposing her bare tits. No bra—of course she’d planned this.

I palmed one of her tits, thumbing her nipple as she moaned into my mouth. “You’ve been teasing me all night,” I growled, squeezing hard.

Lucy gasped, arching into my touch. “Had to behave in front of family,” she whispered, her hand sliding down to rub my cock through my pants. “But now?” She smirked, undoing my belt. “Now, I want you to wreck me.”

That was all the invitation I needed. I spun her around, bending her over the edge of the bed, her ass pressed up against me in nothing but a tiny lace thong. My hand came down hard on one cheek, making her yelp—then moan.

“Fuck yes,” she panted, wiggling her hips. “More.”

I smacked her again, watching her skin flush pink before hooking my fingers into her thong and pulling it down. Her pussy was already glistening, but I wasn’t heading there yet. Instead, I pressed my thumb against her tight little asshole, rubbing slow circles.

Lucy whimpered, pushing back against me. “Please,” she begged, voice shaky.

I spat on my fingers, working one inside her ass, feeling her muscles clench around me. She was so fucking tight, but I knew she could take it. I’d prepped her plenty before—tonight was just about claiming her, hard and messy.

“Gonna fuck this ass raw,” I muttered, adding a second finger, stretching her.

Lucy moaned, her hips rocking back. “God, yes! Need your cock!”

I didn’t make her wait. I lined myself up, pressing the head of my dick against her asshole, slow but firm.

“Breathe,” I reminded her, pushing in.

Her body resisted for a second, then gave way, her ass swallowing me inch by inch until I was buried to the hilt.

“Fuuuck,” she hissed, nails digging into the sheets.

I didn’t wait for her to adjust—I started fucking her, hard and fast, gripping her hips as I hammered into her. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with her broken moans.

“You take it so good,” I grunted, feeling her ass squeeze around me. “Gonna fill you up.”

“Please!” she cried, her voice breaking as I pounded her.

I could feel her shaking, her body tightening around me as I drove her closer to the edge. One hand slid around to rub her clit, and she came with a scream, her ass clamping down on my cock so tight I couldn’t hold back.

With a groan, I shoved deep and came, spurting hot ropes inside her.

I pulled out slowly, watching my cum drip from her ass. Lucy collapsed onto the bed, panting, her thighs soaked from her own arousal. Then, with a wicked grin, she rolled onto her back and spread her legs.

“Now drink,” she whispered, her fingers sliding down to her soaked pussy.

I didn’t hesitate—I lowered my head between her thighs, licking up every drop of her wetness before she arched her back.

“I need to piss,” she murmured, voice thick with lust.

I positioned myself under her, mouth open.

The first warm stream hit my tongue, salty and bitter but undeniably intoxicating. I swallowed greedily, letting her empty her bladder straight into my mouth, my cock twitching back to life.

When she was done, Lucy smirked down at me. “Happy wedding night, husband.”

I wiped my mouth, grinning. “Best. Gift. Ever.”