Six

EPOV

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Viva Las Vegas

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Bella laid her head down on the table. Different weddings invitations were strewn out in front of us. "I hate this," she mumbled.

I ran my fingers through my hair, gripping it tightly. I couldn't have agreed with her more. I was so tired of picking out invitations, forming guest lists, touring different venues, tasting different meal options. Bella had been to several dress shops and still hadn't found a dress she loved.

It was more work than it needed to be, and it was going to bleed dry the savings that I'd built up over the years. All I wanted from this wedding was for Bella to be my wife, and after her last statement, I was certain she felt the same.

"Then let's not do it."

She lifted her head, her eyes wide with shock. "What?" she exclaimed. "You don't want to get married?"

"Just the opposite, that's all I want to do. I don't want all of this extra crap." I gestured to the table in front of us before pulling out my phone. I typed in a few things before showing her the screen. "I can get us tickets to Vegas tonight, we can be married by tomorrow morning, and then stay the weekend. What do you think?"

"Are you serious? But your mom—"

"Bella, I don't care what my mom thinks. This is our wedding and I just want you. I'm tired of waiting to be your husband."

She was silent for a few moments until a brilliant smile took over her face. "Okay, get the tickets. Let's do this."

I jumped up, pulling her with me. "You're sure? If you want this wedding, I'll sit here and go through these invitations and make guest lists. As long as I get you at the end of it."

"I'm positive, Edward. I don't want to do this either. But it's your mom, Angela, and Rose. It's one thing after another."

I grinned before capturing her lips with mine for a quick kiss. "Then it's final. We're hopping on a plane tonight and getting married. You're going to be my wife by this time tomorrow."

She wrapped her arms around me, squeezing me tightly as she bounced in place. "I can't wait!"

"You go pack, and I'll buy the tickets and get us a hotel room."

I sat outside the changing room of a little boutique that we'd found along the strip. I had plenty of suits, so my attire wasn't a problem, but Bella had never found a wedding dress she liked. Even though we were eloping, she deserved to feel as beautiful as possible on our wedding day.

Bella cleared her throat, and as I looked up, my jaw hit the floor at the sight before me. She wore a white crop top that was covered in lace and showed just a sliver of her creamy white skin. My gaze drifted to her skirt that sat high on her waist and flowed out around her with a slit that went up to mid-thigh.

"What do you think?" She glanced nervously into the mirror, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.

I was at a loss for words. There weren't enough ways for me to describe how beautiful she looked. I stood from my seat and strode over to her in two steps. Placing my hands on her shoulders, I leaned down, letting my lips brush against the shell of her ear. "I don't even know what to say, Bella. You're always beautiful, but in that dress...you're breathtaking. Don't try on anything else, this is the one."

Her eyes met mine in the mirror, and she grinned. "Let's get out of here and get married."

Thankfully, while we'd been on the plane, I had the forethought to fill out the application for our marriage license. We'd been able to stop by the county clerk's office to pick it up before we checked into the hotel, and it was after that we'd gone dress shopping for Bella.

Now, as we stood in front of the officiant inside of a little chapel, there was nothing in our way.

As we said our vows to one another, everything was a blur, and my heart raced with excitement. I didn't know what I had done to deserve the love of the woman who stood beside me.

I'd spent years with Jessica and never felt for her what I felt for Bella. There was no doubt in my mind that she was who I was meant to be with for the rest of my life.

I grinned, pulling Bella against me as the officiant announced I could kiss my bride. I cradled her cheeks in my hands, kissing her deeply and savoring the way she tasted. "We're married," I murmured against her lips.

"I know," she whispered back before leaning in for one more kiss.

Thankfully I was able to get us a reservation on short notice at The Capital Grille for our wedding dinner. We were definitely splurging on this trip, but it was still way less stressful and cheaper than what a full wedding would have been.

I watched in awe as Bella slipped her fork past her lips, my cock swelling at the moan she let out once the chocolate cake hit her tongue.

"So, Mrs. Cullen, what would you like to do now?"

She placed her fork on the plate in front of her, looking at me through her thick lashes. "I want to go back to the hotel and feel what it's like to have you inside me as my husband."

"Oh, fuck yeah." I jumped up from my seat. "Let me just go find the server."

We stumbled into our hotel room and as the door slammed shut behind us, I pressed Bella up against it. My fingers brushed along her cheek, my lips pressing feathery kisses to her neck. "I love you."

"Don't tease me, daddy," she groaned.

I trailed my hands down the side of her neck and to her tits. I let my thumbs stroke her tightened nipples over her top. "Don't tease you, huh?" I slipped my fingers into the slit of her skirt and slowly rubbed her clit through the fabric of her panties.

"Please, Edward. I need you," she begged.

I pulled away, taking a moment to look her up and down for what must have been the millionth time that day. I leaned back in, nipping at her earlobe before whispering "I don't know if I should take my time and get you completely naked, or throw you on the bed, push your skirt up and fuck you hard."

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she gazed at me with eyes dark and full of lust. "I want you to fuck me, daddy."

I spread my fingers out along her throat, kissing behind her ear. "You sure about that, little girl?"

She inhaled deeply and pushed out a hard breath, her throat bobbing against my hand as she swallowed. "I want it as hard and deep as you can give it to me. I want to feel you for days."

Growling, I leaned down and kissed her roughly. "Get on the bed, on your hands and knees."

I moved to stand behind her, running my hands down the length of her hips and ass. I pushed her skirt up, taking in the sight of her bottom up in the air. I pulled her thong to the side, running a finger through her slick folds. "I've been waiting for this all damn day." I undid my pants, letting them and my boxers fall to the floor.

Gripping my cock in my hand, I lined myself up with her entrance, letting just the tip slip inside before pulling back out and doing it again.

She whimpered, and it went straight to my dick. I swore I couldn't have gotten harder than I was, but I was wrong. "Beg me."

She moaned loudly. "Please, daddy, I need it."

I let my dick slip between her lips, coating myself in the wetness that pooled there. "What do you need, baby?"

"Oh, God, your cock. I need your cock."

"Yeah, you do, don't you?" My fingers dug into the flesh of her hips before slamming into her. Over and over I pounded into her as she panted and moaned, crying out my name.

"That's my girl. Let this whole damn hotel know how good daddy fucks you."

I reached around, finding her clit and rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. I let out a low moan as her walls fluttered around my cock. "Can you come for me, baby?"

"Yes, daddy," she moaned, and it was a few moments later that her pussy spasmed, milking my orgasm from me.

I fell onto the bed, panting hard as I kicked my pants off fully and pulled her against me. "I love you, wife."

She curled against me, laying her head on my chest. "I love you, too, husband."