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“Ditch the fucking ring,” he whispers against my lips, and the second that platinum band princess cut diamond is skipping over the ceramic tiles, his mouth is on mine.
“I’m gonna fuck you the way a bride deserves to be fucked on her honeymoon, and when I’m done, you’re going to thank me and ask for more.” He whips his belt free from his shorts. “Got it?” I swallow. “Got it.” “Good girl. Now take off those panties and show me how badly your pussy wants my cock, honey.”
“If you were my bride,” I rasp, pulling her to the edge of the bed, sinking to my knees between her legs, “your pussy would be so sore you’d wonder if you’d ever walk again.”
“If you were my bride, you’d be addicted to the taste of me and you, because after I finished fucking you, I’d clean up the mess between your legs before burying my tongue in your mouth.”
“If you were my bride, I’d fuck you like you were my lifeline. I’d eat your pussy like it was my last meal, and I’d drive myself inside you over and over again, like you were the only place I’d find my salvation.”
“If you were my bride, Lennon, I’d have spent the week worshiping you. We’ve missed a few days, but that’s okay. I’m gonna worship you now, and I’ll do it until you can’t remember your own name. Do you want that, honey? You wanna be worshiped?”
Lennon sits up, chest heaving. Wide eyes go to my beard, and she reaches forward, touching the soaked hair. She pulls her hand back, looking at her glistening fingers like she’s embarrassed. Silly. I’ve never had a better beard conditioner than her, so I force those fingertips into her own mouth, making her taste herself.
She’s breathless, speechless, shaking her head, fingernails tearing at my arms as I pound into her. She squeezes around me, and the filthiest smile I’ve ever smiled splits my cheeks. “Already, honey? It’s not even been a minute.” Her eyes roll to the ceiling. “I . . . fucking . . . hate . . . you.” “Take it back, baby. You love this cock. You wanna come all over it.” Her body quivers, and she chokes out her weak comeback. “It’ll do.”
“Look at me,” I demand, but she shakes her head. “Lennon.” “You’re gonna fall in love with me.” I snort a laugh, my grip on her hips tightening. “Okay.” “It’s true. I saw it in your eyes. You’re an open book.”
One thing about me? I’m gonna serenade my cat every chance I get so he knows how much I love him. “Silly kitty, chunky kitty, I kiss your tiny nose. Fluffy kitty, handsome kitty, I love your extra toes.”
She knows me. She knows that one of my fingers inside her makes her moan, two make her whimper, and three make her breathless. She knows that my hand wraps perfectly around her throat, leaves the most addicting marks on her ass. She knows the way my tongue tastes after it’s been soaked in her. She knows the shape of my cock, and the home it carved out in her tight, wet pussy. She knows me. So why is she acting like she couldn’t possibly care less?
“Fuck, honey. You’re making a mess, dripping all over me. Should I lick you clean?”
“Fuck, honey. Look at you. So fuckin’ beautiful when you take what you want. That’s it. Take it.”
“I don’t think there’s anyone else who can fuck me the way you do.” “Not a fucking chance.” “Then just fuck me, Jaxon.” I seat myself as deep as I can, moaning as I grind my pelvis against his. “Or I’m gonna fuck myself.”
“Nothing in my life has appropriately prepared me for this.” “For what?” “The sight of you, ass up, pussy soaked, filled with me.” Fingertips bite into my hip, and he pounds into me harder, deeper, faster as I struggle to breathe, fireworks sparking low in my belly. “It’s doing something bad to me, honey.” “What?” “Makin’ my brain scream mine.”
