Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Before I could do anything about it, she was already scurrying out of the hot tub and heading into the bedroom. She giggled as her ass jiggled. “Nope. My turn,” she said. “I’m going to get the candles and drip them down your abs toward your cock. Then, we’ll see who can control their orgasm.”
While that actually did sound appealing, I wasn’t done with her.
I hopped out of the water and followed her as she darted for the candles flickering in the adjoining room. I grabbed her in the middle, tossing her slippery body over my shoulder.
She laughed and said, “Put me down.”
“Wax play after your next orgasm. Unless you want the wax on you.”
“I preferred the ice,” she said.
I tossed her down gently onto the bed, and she landed on the fluff of down comforter. I grabbed her ankles and jerked her down closer to me. Then dropped to my knees and buried my face between her legs.
She was still sensitive from her previous orgasm and shuddered under the first swish of my tongue from her lips to her swollen clit.
“Oh God,” she gasped.
The sound of her voice went straight to my cock. I was already straining for control. It was physically painful not to thrust into her and take what I needed. But it was our wedding night, and we would have enough time for everything we both wanted. Candle wax and all if she preferred.
I was circling her clit so roughly that she was clutching the comforter and mewling, trying to get away from the pressure. But I didn’t let up, not until she shuddered under me and released her second orgasm into my mouth.
“Fuck,” I whispered at the sweet taste of her.
Her legs were trembling as I slid my hands up them to get a good look at the euphoria on her face. She opened her eyes and smiled in a crooked half-smile.
“Now, candles?” she teased.
“Now, I’m going to get inside of you.”
Her eyes drifted to my straining cock. Pre-come dripped from the tip, and the veins popped from exertion.
“That sounds like a good call. Look at you.”
“Dying for you,” I admitted.
She lifted her arms over her head. “However you want me.”
“In that case…”
I grasped her hips and flipped her over. She got onto all fours, swishing her pert ass in my direction. I seized it in my hands to hold her in place. Then, I slid them down over her wet pussy and between her legs. She groaned as I moved away from her clit, spreading her legs wider for me.
Once I had her at the right angle, I pressed the tip of my cock against her opening. Her moans increased in intensity, and she shifted backward. I smacked her ass, and she stopped moving. Then, I did it again because I loved the way it bounced. With my other hand on my cock, I ran it up and down the wet slickness of her. Not quite inside of her, but enough to get it nice and soaked.
“Tease,” she muttered, dropping to her elbows.
But I wasn’t teasing. I could barely hold myself back.
So, I decided not to.
I thrust forward, hard and fast, into her awaiting cunt. Tight and warm and wet. Like a fucking siphon for my balls, and there was nothing I wanted at all more than this in that moment.
I slowly slid back out of her and then thrust home again. Watching her ass move and her body jerk forward from my cock was hypnotic. I wasn’t going to hold out much longer. I was already so fucking turned on. And the feel of her was my undoing.
“Harley,” I grunted.
“I’m close,” she told me, as if reading my mind.
I pumped into her harder, gripping her hips for dear life. I rammed into her until my pace turned brutal. I could barely contain myself to stop from fucking impaling her. And she was clamping down so good. Taking everything I was throwing at her.
Then, she stiffened, and her pussy contracted all around me.
That triggered everything in me, and I came with her, roaring my approval into the night.
I was dead. She’d slain me. My beautiful queen taking every single thing.
“I love you,” I said as I came down, retreating from her body.
She dropped forward limply, and I drew her against me on the bed.
She cuddled into me, pressing her lips to my throat. “I love you, too.”
I held her tight as euphoria settled over me. This was our wedding night. The culmination of all our desperate yearning.
Now, she was my wife.
And I was her husband.
And we would never be parted.
Candle wax littered the bedroom from our exploits. We’d showered it off, but the cleaning staff was probably not going to be pleased. Oh well.
I kissed my wife’s messy hair. “You look beautiful.”
“I’m a wreck.”
“You’re my wreck.”