CHELSIE’S POV
The heavy oak door of the bridal suite crashed open, Liam barreling me against the vanity, his rock-hard c**k slamming balls-deep into my sloppy cunt with a wet squelch that echoed off the walls.
His tux jacket was ripped off and crumpled in the corner, white shirt hanging open, sweat pouring down his chiseled chest, dripping onto my heaving t**s like hot wax.
My back bowed off the cold marble, t**s jiggling like crazy, n*****s scraping the fogged mirror with every savage thrust that made my toes curl.
My emerald dress was shredded to hell, silk shoved up around my waist, zipper busted, my dripping p***y gushing around his fat shaft like a desperate w***e in heat.
“f**k—Liam, they’ll hear our filthy f*****g—” My nails clawed bloody trails down his shoulders, voice sh
