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  One step. Two steps. Three steps. Then... Carrie slowly and cautiously turned to her future husband. The moment their eyes locked she could feel the tension but she refused to look away. This was her day. The day every woman lives for. And although the man of her dreams didn't love her the way she loved him, she wasn't going to allow his selfishness to destroy her moment of happiness. Didn't Dylan realize she was giving up everything; her freedom, her pride, and another year without mind-blowing sex in order for him to inherit his family’s company? It was time he learned to put her first for once and today was that day.

  Looking directly at him now she stared at him intently.

  He did the same.

  The moment was pure and unscripted and every person within eye shot could sense their connection. Then it happened, standing in front of everyone. Dylan felt a sudden overwhelming desire rise up in the deepest part of his core. At first, it was a mixture of lust and pure desire, but then the feeling crept into every nerve in his system. Dylan took a deep breath and tried to shake off the raw emotion, but it was too late. The feeling had already taken up residence in the place where their friendship once resided. Yes, Dylan was in love and it was written all over his face.

  "Hi Dylan. Still not talking to me?" she whispered sarcastically breaking the tension.

  He didn't say a word. Instead, his eyes seared deeply into hers, leaving her completely emotionally exposed and vulnerable.

  "Say something, please," she stated with a hint of nervousness in her voice.

  "Carrie, you are unbelievably beautiful," he said as he reached down and grabbed both her hands and placed two warm kisses on each palm. The wetness of his kiss against her flesh sent a flash of heat straight to her lower region. Her heart began to race and she quickly turned towards the officiating officer to break the tension. Why in the hell was he playing games with her? Why would he show her affection in front of these people when obviously he was uninterested in fulfilling his part of the deal?

  Keeping her eyes locked on the officiating officer, a flustered Carrie blocked out every word and sound around her except the deafening sound of doubt. He will never love you. Why are you doing this? You are way out of his league? Will this destroy your friendship forever? With a million unanswered questions surfacing in her head Carrie almost forgot to utter the words, "I do!" It wasn't until she heard the officiating officer say, "You may kiss the bride!" that she realized she had blocked out her entire wedding. A wedding she was beginning to regret.

  Silence quickly invaded the outdoor space as their wedding guests sat on the edge of their seats anticipating Carrie and Dylan's first kiss as husband and wife. A kiss, really? Carrie thought as she instinctively turned her left cheek towards her best friend. But, Dylan wasn't looking for a friend. He was looking for something much more. Without thought or hesitation, Dylan placed both of his massive hands on her face. "Dylan, what are you doing?" She faintly whispered with a slight quiver in her voice.

  "I'm trying to tell you…I love you." Of course she knew that he loved her, but unfortunately, he only loved her as a friend.

  "I know," she stated unenthusiastically.

  He then leaned in closer. So close that the tips of their noses touched.

  "Do you, really?"

  "Look, now is not the time to discuss what happened, yesterday. We can talk about it later."

  "No, now is the time!"

  "Dylan, it’s our wedding. Just let me pretend we are hap…" Dylan couldn't listen to her rambling words anymore. He needed her. He needed her in a way he never needed anything. He cut her off mid-sentence and dove in fast and free. She moaned as his mouth came racing down against her lips. The moment they touched, a fire ignited between the two. Carrie quickly parted her lips as Dylan’s tongue plunged into the wet canal of her mouth.

  "Mrs. McCray, please more," he moaned in between sweet succulent kisses. Carrie's virgin body responded instantly to his request. She dipped her neck back and wrapped her arms around him tightly. A rush of intense emotions rocked their sex-craved bodies.

  "Oh Dylan!" Carrie gasped in delight and then cocked her head back so he could have better access to her mouth. Dylan thrusted his tongue in again and the crowd applauded in delight.

  But, they both were unmoved by the chants and cheers, so much so, that Dylan's needy hands moved from her face down to her waistline. Once there, he pulled her strong and hard against his growing cock. The moment she felt his jackhammer against her waist, she stepped back and opened her sex-hazed eyes.

  Carrie looked petrified. Dylan quickly grabbed her hand and escorted her the crowded aisle and towards the limo, ignoring hugs and smiles along the way. Once inside, he instructed the driver to roll up the partition and drive towards the reception.

  "Dylan, what was that? Please, just stop it. We don’t have an audience anymore. You don't owe me anything!" She spat, kicking off her four inch heels.

  "Oh, but I do."

  "No. I've decided that I will find someone else to teach me the art of lovemaking. I don't think it’s a good idea to cross our friendship line. Last night, when you didn't call, I knew I had pushed you too far. I can't risk losing you and Katie."

  He didn't say a word. Instead, he took off his tuxedo jacket and unbuttoned his tie. Then, he inched in close to her. She flinched as he approached. His closeness was driving her insane with desire.

  “You will never lose me Carrie.”

  “Dylan…”

  “Hush.” He whispered as he ran his hands through her free flowing hair. He licked his index finger, then placed it on her hot, tempting mouth. He traced the line of her full lips with his finger until she quivered.

  "Dylan, don't!" she managed to unconvincingly utter, but it was too late. He leaned in and kissed her again. This time, slow and tender. The way he needed to kiss his bride. He nibbled and sucked aggressively on her lower lip until she squirmed with delight in the seat.

  "More," she moaned as he thrust his tongue in her wet cavern, hard and strong. She responded by pulling and tugging him close, moaning and pleading in his ear.

  "I'll give you more," Dylan said as drank in her sweet, innocent aroma. He watched as she desperately touched her own body looking and searching for a satisfying release. He knew immediately he needed to respond to his wife's sexual frustration before the reception. Of course, later that night, he would lay her down and provide her with a full buffet of sexual delights that would blow her mind. Yes, he planned on servicing his wife completely. But first, he needed to set a few things on the record straight. He willed himself to stop touching her sweet flesh.

  "Carrie, lesson one. Don't ever tell me I can't have you. And don't you ever let another man touch what belongs to me."

  "Dylan, please, please don't tease me." She said with tears in her eyes.

  The look of pain on her face caused him to pull her into his strong lap. He held her close as she shivered in his embrace.

  "Tease you? Never!" he stated as he wiped her tears away. "Relax baby, and let me take care of you. You need this and so do I." He laid her down on the warm leather seat as he gently tugged her wedding dress up, careful not to tousle her elegant wedding attire.

  "What are you doing Dylan?"

  "Taking care of my wife. It’s time you learned to explode with pleasure." Reaching under her dress he pulled her soaking wet panties off.

  "Ahh," she moaned.

  "Yes, moan, plead, and beg for me, Carrie."

  "Oh Dylan, please help me!" She screamed overwhelmed with desire.

  "I plan on doing just that. Now, it’s time for you to cum for me," he demanded as he pushed her wedding dress up and opened her legs wide.

  "Dylan, yes!"

  "Let me taste you, baby," he stated as he greedily nibbled on her clit, tugging and pulling her folds just right. He placed one finger inside her tight, warm pussy.

  "How does that feel?" he said while immediately thrusting two other plump fingers in her aching core.

  "Oh my goo
dness, Dylan. I need you to taste me, again," she moaned in delight.

  "Wish granted," he purred as he spent the next few minutes tasting her sweetness and plunging his fingers into her body until she began to shake with pleasure. The feeling became so intense that Carrie grabbed his strong shoulders tightly, and drove her nails into his flesh. She greedily kissed and licked his neck passionately until a tingling sensation formed in the base of her core, causing her to buck wildly against his frame.

  Dylan knew it was time. Driving his fingers securely in her tight core, he found her spot and then dipped his head down to suck and tease her aching, throbbing breasts. She twisted and turned, searching desperately, for a full orgasm. His next words gave her the confidence she need to explode.

  "I love you, Carrie McCray. Cum for me, now." Immediately, he felt her chamber walls collapse around his massive fingers. Carrie shrieked in delight as she came once, twice, three times against him.

  The moment was perfect and Dylan smiled knowing he had not only just pleased his best friend, but more importantly his new wife.

  CHAPTER SIX

  "I want you so badly." Dylan whispered seductively into his wife's sensitive ear for the fourth time; since they sat down to enjoy their wedding dinner in the grand ballroom of the Omni Hotel located in the heart of downtown Charleston.

  Carrie giggled in delight, then placed her hand underneath the reception table to see just how badly he wanted her. "Let me be the judge of that," she uttered, then quickly unzipped his pants. Reaching inside, she grabbed his throbbing cock, then stroked him long and hard, fast and slow, quick and rough. He moaned in agony, then dropped his head against her shoulder and buried his face against her neck as he enjoyed the rhythmic delights of his wife's masterful massage.

  Carrie leaned over and kissed him passionately as he shivered and squirmed next to her.

  "It’s time to go. I can't wait anymore. Please, I need to make love to my wife,” Dylan said as she continued to play with his hard and firm cock.

  "Say that, again."

  "I want to make love to my wife." He moaned as his sister Katie approached them with purpose. Carrie immediately slipped her hand out of her husband’s pants, zipped his fly and patted his massive cock down.

  "What's going Dylan and Carrie? Why all of the affection? You don't have to pretend in front of me," a concerned Katie stated with a puzzled look on her face. She hadn't meant for her words to sting but what other choice did she have? She couldn't risk her brother hurting Carrie over some legal arrangement. She loved them both too much for that and as much as she enjoyed the look of joy on their faces, she knew it wouldn’t last. Her brother was incapable of devoting his heart to any woman, even Carrie.

  “Katie, it’s not what you think,” Dylan firmly announced, but Katie’s verbal damage was already done. He immediately saw a tidal wave of insecurities wash over Carrie, forcing her to turn ice cold to the touch.

  Lost in a mental fog, a million thoughts invaded Carrie’s mind at once. Did he really mean everything he told me earlier in the car? Is he really ready for our marriage to become a legitimate relationship? Can I really enjoy his sexual favors for a year without it destroying our friendship? Carrie felt sick to the core. Katie was right, their marriage was a sham and it would only end one way…with her heartbroken.

  A nervous Dylan sensed the chilly reception from his bride and tried to reach over to comfort her, but to no avail. This was all his fault; he allowed the pain of his mother's infidelity to cripple him, so much so, that he had almost missed out on the one woman who had love him for nearly twenty years. He’d already made several big mistakes. He wouldn't risk hurting Carrie, again.

  "I think it’s time that I delivered the groom's speech.” Dylan protested and moved swiftly across his wedding reception floor towards the microphone stand. The moment his deep baritone voice came piping through the speakers all eyes were on him. "Good afternoon, everyone. On behalf of the bride, my father and my beautiful twin sister, Katie, I want to thank you all for attending my last minute wedding. I am sure it came as a shock to many of you that I was getting married today. Of course, no one was more shocked than me." The entire crowd roared in laughter, but Dylan continued. "Seriously, I am a very happy man today because I found love in the most unexpected place. I found love in the heart and soul of my best friend." Dylan's eyes immediately turned to the main wedding table where Katie and Carrie sat. Both of their eyes were already filled with tears. His heart began to beat rapidly as he prepared himself for the ultimate confession. "When I was a kid, just ten, I met the most unusual girl. She was funny. She was awkward. She was bossy and extremely talented, but mostly she was my rock…my best friend. No matter where I went or what I did, you wouldn't see one without the other. My twin sister used to say, Carrie and I were conjoined twins, completely inseparable, and it was the truth. I never felt complete if Carrie wasn’t around." Dylan pivoted his body and swiftly moved towards the table where his wife sat. He continued, "During the most challenging moments of my life, you were always there for me to lean on. When I wanted to laugh and be myself, there was no one else in the world who could comfort and make me smile like you. I can't remember a time in my life that you weren’t there. You were always there." Dylan’s voice unexpectedly began to quiver, forcing several raw and pure emotions to escape from this tall, brilliant and fearless man. “Today, I married the most beautiful, selfless woman in the world.” His eyes shot over to his sister, “Katie, my only true regret is that grandfather was the one who made me open my eyes to the love of my life. You don’t ever have to worry about me not making this woman happy, because she is the root of my happiness.” Then his eyes trailed back to his wife. He needed her to know that every word he was uttering was the truth. “Carrie McCray, my beautiful best friend and now my wife, I will never forget to love you the way you are supposed to be loved."

  A pregnant Katie cried uncontrollably at the confession and finally sat down. Carrie was overwhelmed with happiness. How could she have ever doubted his confession in the limo? She darted from behind the table and ran into Dylan's embrace without hesitation. With tears in his eyes, he swept her into his arms and kissed her passionately in front of the entire crowd. Their inquisitive guests applauded loudly, but neither Carrie of Dylan heard a single sound. They were lost in their own deep emotions.

  ***

  An hour later, Dylan and Carrie finally retired to their massive honeymoon suite. An exhausted Carrie immediately slipped into the southern themed bathroom and took a hot shower, preparing herself for a night she would never forget. Reflecting on the last few days, Carrie realized she had lived the ultimate fairytale. Finally, her Prince Charming was just in the other room waiting for his princess. Her heart began to beat loudly as she slipped on a see-through, all-white wedding gown. It was short, seductive and told her groom exactly what she wanted him to know. She was ready, willing and absolutely fucking ready for his touch.

  The moment she opened the bathroom door she was greeted by twenty small lavender candles. The aromatic scent immediately relaxed her aching muscles and tired mind. Her dark and seductive eyes immediately scanned their wedding suite searching for her husband, but he was nowhere to be found. A half-naked Carrie cautiously opened the door, to the main living room area of their honeymoon suite, and stepped inside. That’s where she found her six-foot, two-inch male stallion; standing tall and practically naked near the bar. The only thing that covered his chiseled flesh was a pair of form fitting Italian briefs, and soon, very soon, Carrie would graciously help him take them off. The mere thought instantly turned Carrie on and sent a wave of ecstasy coursing through her veins. Years of pent up sexual desires and deep, orgasmic urges overwhelmed the new bride at once… it was time for her to take control. "I want you. I want my best friend. I want my husband." The words fell effortlessly from her lips the moment she scanned his tantalizing flesh up and down. Dylan’s eyes darted over to her at once. Christ, he hadn't heard her enter the room, b
ut he did clearly hear her lustful, desperate plea. That, he hadn't missed at all.

  "Come here. Come to me," he pleaded. She didn't flinch or move a muscle, because her body was sick with desire.

  "Dylan, make love to me. I need you so badly." Her words were direct and to the point and they sent chills up his spine. He watched lovingly as her eyes immediately zoned in on his manhood, that was now standing tall, hard and primed for her touch. Her sex-hazed eyes forced him to move with lightning speed into her arms, pressing his aching lips to hers instantly.

  He needed her.

  She needed him.

  They needed to fuck. They needed to make love. They needed each other.

  With great urgency, he ripped off her paper thin gown and hurled it to the floor, revealing her beautiful, exposed virgin flesh. His lips immediately came crashing down again against her mouth. This time, he released his tongue quickly, helplessly drinking in all the passion and desire that existed between the two. They moaned freely and loudly, as his hands cupped her tight and firm hips. Dylan swept her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom to feast on each inch of her skin.

  "Please, make love to me. I can’t wait," she managed to moan, but Dylan had other plans.

  "I will baby, but open for me first." His hands reached below to touch her wetness. She moaned and purred as he caressed her inner and outer folds with his powerful fingers. “I need to stretch you a little before I enter you fully. I want you to enjoy your first time." He dropped his head down to her aching core and nibbled and sucked on her until her eyes rolled back. Dylan grew harder and weaker with each taste and every purr that was released from his wife’s lips. She was sweet. She was delicious. And, she was all his.