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4. The Marriage

4. The Marriage

The car stops right in front of the Little White Chapel.

“That would be twenty dollars.”

I immediately jump out of the cab and pay for the ride. I pull out the cheater cock who is still jerking himself inside his pants.

“Is this your place?” He innocently asks as I drag him inside the chapel.

“Don’t move, okay?” I make him sit on the couch as I walk to the reception for marriage license details.

“Hey, grandpa. I want to get married.” I tell the old man behind the counter who is reading a newspaper at midnight. He looks up at me adjusting his glasses and says, “I think I am too old for you, love.”

“No! I have my man.” I scream at the old man, he re-adjusts his glass and opens his red color register book, “Is the bride and groom present here and ready?”

“Yes, I am the bride and that is my groom.” I show him my drunk ass gay husband who is masturbating on their couch.

“Oh! He looks very ready.” The old man chuckles. “Yeah yeah! So can you get us married?” I ask him eagerly.

“Yes, that is why we are here. I got almost ten thousand people married in my lifetime.” This grandpa is wasting my time.

“Listen, can you get us married? We are very horny.” I growl at him.

“Yes, yes. For registry, I’ll need your Id cards and some cash.”

I walk back to the bastard and ask for his purse. He kept on dragging my hand to his pant’s tent. It took him a whole minute to understand what I was asking him. Stupido!

I walk back to the counter and give the old man all the IDs he needed to get us married. He fills the form for us and asks us to sign the papers.

I immediately scribble my name, I walk towards my hubby and slide beside him on the couch speaking, “Baby, you need to sign here?”

He looks at me and asks in a pure guiltless way, “Will you suck me?”

Sweet mother of monkey!

I look at him with wide watermelon eyes as he looks at me sweetly, angelic sweetly while still rocking his cock.

“Sweety, you need to sign first.” I forcefully pull his hand out that was glued to his cock and hand him the pen, he again looks at me as he asks, “Will you s-“

“Just sign.” I growl in frustration, he instantly carves some design in a very steady flow. He did it! Great.

“Now listen. When the music starts we will enter together and stand in front of the-“

“Are we having sex?” He asks straight away, I notice his hand went back again in his pants jerking his cock as he looks at me sternly, impatiently waiting for my answer.

What the fuck is wrong with this lunatic?

I ignore him and his hand as I continue, “First we will say ‘Yes, I do’ togeth- Hey, where are you going?” I walk after him as he aggressively walks out of the chapel leaving me, the bride alone.

I grab his hand and make him turn around. “Are we having sex? Coz I want to have sex, very badly” He aggressively pumps his hand, jerking his meat as if he hates it. “But Mason first we need to-“

“Scissor!” He screams looking like a sweaty pig and panting dog with a big boner in between his legs.

“Please do not cut it, we will do but first, we need to say I do.” I beg him as I drag him back inside the chapel. The music begins to flow, I put on the borrowed veil and drag him along with me inside the chapel.

I try to pull out his hand from his pants but he scowls like an animal. I roll my eyes and keep walking towards the marriage officiant who is swaying a little. Wait
 Is he drunk too?

We stand below the chandelier, facing each other. I ignore his hand and concentrate on his eyes that are static on me like a man eater cannibal. Oh boy!

“Townight
 Ish ah spacial night.” The man reeks of alcohol as he begins the ceremony. “Can you make this quick, please.” I whisper to him as I don’t know how long he can stand on his two feet.

The officiant pulls out two rings from his pocket, I snatch the rings and slide the bigger one on Payson’s ideal hand’s finger. I myself wear the other ring and ask the guy to continue the ceremony.

“Dow yo, Joy-cena Re-match-” The drunk officiant tries to spell my name, I roll my eyes. “Yes. I, Jocelyn Rhea Marilin take him as my husband. I do I do.” I speak for him.

The marriage officiant nods his head and turns towards Sayson who is stroking his cuckoo while dangerously staring at me. “Dow yo, See-saw-jar My-love-in-a-yarn tak her ass wifi?”

“Say yes baby,” I whisper at him.

But Ayeson completely ignores it as he gravely stares at me like a hungry wolf gawks at raw meat, ready to pound on me with his vicious bloodthirst teeth. I can’t believe my fucking luck.

“Hey, do you want sex?” I ask my going to be husband.

“Yes! Sex.” The bastard growls beating his meat. Wow! That was easy.

“Ay dick-liar yuh hush-banned and wifi.” The officiant finally declares us as a married couple. Married?

I am married!

Like fuck real?

I got myself married! To a gay!

A billionaire!!!!!!!!

“Naww you may kissh da broom!”

Oh Hell NO!

I am not kissing that mouth or letting that tongue in that licked Dennis’s assho-

In an instance, Gayson’s hot lips are slapped on mine. The hand that was in his pants this whole evening, jerking his dick is now on my face holding it tightly as he kisses me desperately.

I gasp in shock as he presses his burning hot erection on my stomach and nibbles on my lip as if it is made of candy. I try to push off him as literally, I can imagine Dennis slicing my throat with his claws.

I am dead!

S O D E A D!

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