Chapter
Karissa
1 rolling his eyes as I reminded him we both decided upon doing separate bachelor’s parties and not joint Jack
My trowning Flance was seated on the
the bed, rollim
And setting the limits so it wouldn’t get messy. He has been hussy lately ever since I expressed my intention to at least put sex on pause for these two months, so we could make our weschling night special.
Despite agreeing, his actions speak well that he regrets doing so. I had been saving myself for my husband, but Keith being the hot stuff and moving in with him didn’t help maintain my virtue, especially when I knew he was my one.
“And neither of us invites dancers, strippers or hookers, check?” I teased him once I finished applying my lipgloss, I smacked my lips making sure my make–up was all set.
“Of course not,” he hisses. “I’ll kill any boy who touches you or eyes you that way.” He growled, still acting like he was going to the funeral of his enemy. “Just Relax K,” I chuckled, glancing at him from over the mirror, his eyes still burning with jealousy. He was one possessive person, sometimes it does get frustrating, but I know he means no harm.
I untied the robe that I had put on while redoing my makeup because I hadn’t applied moisturiser the first time and my skin tends to get dry in the sun, also my top was white. I fixed my ponytail and did a little twirl to examine if I looked good enough as a to–be bride.
In a snap, his eyes shifted from jealous to hungry as he slid up from the bed and stalked up to me. Before I could act, he was pulling me against his tough
body. I gasped because he had a visible erection that was poking my a
He ground against me, as he slightly tugged my ponytail and skimmed his nose across my neck.
“You know Dall, we could have a quickie right here, in front of the mirror. Just like you love.” He murmurs heavily making me sigh in desire. His hot breath against my skin was making me senseless.
To be honest, he wasn’t the only one eager, but I had a better control system than him. He looked so delicious in his black denim, white neck and tatted muscular arms on display. I am just glad he would be wearing a jacket for some time at least.
His hands smoothed up and caressed my thighs, causing heat to spread throughout my body. I heaved myself out of the craving, pressed a sweet kiss on his jaw and dropped his arms that were holding me close.
“We are just two days away from the wedding K,” I grinned squishing his cheeks.
“Don’t do that Doll,” he groans. I chuckled at his grumpy self, his nickname for me warming my heart. The first time he called me I asked why? And he was like
“Why? Because of your beautiful blonde curls, bright blue eyes, your exquisite curves make you look like a gorgeous fucking Doll.” He had expressed making me blush deep red.
Keith always desired me despite my body being chubby and curvy.
“Now put on your Jacket. I want a pic before I leave,” I picked up the leather jacket from the bed and helped him with it. I was a little obsessed with mirror pictures, been taking them ever since we got together. So I could one day make it one big ass video, where we grow up and old right by each other’s side. When I faced the mirror he circled his arms around me caging me in and leaning down to my neck, as I looped my arm around his nape to whatever extent I could reach. And Snap!
I also have quite a large number of followers on my Instagram, they love my content and I love sharing about my work as well as some short glimpses of my life. I uploaded the picture cutting out Keith’s face because I respect his privacy, he is not the best with social media apps.
“You look so damn beautiful, Doll.” Once done, turning me over he dropped a long, sensual smacking kiss on my forehead making me giggle. I was just wearing a white top and pink denim shorts, but like always he was exaggerating
Our height difference was so silly and adorable I was five barely five th
three and he was six–seven, he looked like a giant in front “Karissa” My sister–in–law bursts into the master bedroom, which was mine from the room Suite we got for the bridesmaids.
“Hey.“Keith waves and she roll: her eyes motioning her fingers to him in a get–out manner.
of my tiny body
“I was just coming.” I told her pushing Keith’s hands away girlfriends and he’ll be in his room until the party in the evening, that he wishes I join
y that was reaching out to me. He pouted and stepped out muttering how he hates my
