Page 227 of The Reason I Married Him
And I find myself screaming his name as I come all over his tongue, spasms shooting through me as he continues to lap at me until I can’t take it anymore, and I squeeze my legs together.
Getting the hint, he pulls away and then brings his large cock up to my mouth. Our eyes connect as I open my mouth, and he dips himself inside, pushing his cock to the back of my throat.
“Fucking hell, Aubree. I want to hear you gag.”
I grip his base, pump him hard, and then bring him to the back of my throat again, where I gag loudly.
“Yes, baby.”
I do it again, letting him stay a touch longer this time.
“Oh fuck. Baby, I’m going to come.” I pump him fast, bring him to the back of my throat, then run my tongue along the underside of his cock before sucking the tip hard. That’s when he grips the banister and groans as he comes in my mouth.
I continue to suck until he’s completely done, and he releases himself.
He leans against the stairwell wall, lets out a deep sigh, and then mutters, “Jesus fuck, that was intense.”
I stand from the stairs, pull up my leggings, and kiss his neck. “But it was perfect.”
I start to move away when he grips me and pulls me in for a kiss. “It’s because you’re perfect.”
“So . . . how was the honeymoon?”Echo asks the moment Hattie, she, and I all take a seat at Rosa’s Cantina. When they heard I was back in town, they both wanted to meet up for a meal, so I met them for lunch.
“I like how you get right to the point,” Hattie says. “Because that’s what I wanted to know too and was not looking forward to small talk.”
I stare between the two of them, their eager faces making me chuckle. “Wow, you guys. Don’t you think that’s private?”
“No,” they both say at the same time.
“Do you want me to tell you about what I did with Hayes last night to make you feel better?” Hattie asks. “It involved a garden hose.”
“For the love of God, keep that to yourself.” I cringe. I don’t need to know about my little sister’s sex life.
“You don’t need to give us details,” Echo says. “But you know, just an overall impression of your honeymoon would be fun to hear.”
“Yes, and if you slip in details here and there, I won’t be upset about it.” Hattie practically bounces up and down on her chair.
Since we ordered our food before we sat down, we do have some time, so I lean back in my chair and say, “It was perfect. His cabin is everything I could have imagined when he talked about it. Secluded, picturesque, cozy. The town was so cute, and the people there were very kind. One of his friends actually just had a baby, so we visited with her and her husband. They were so sweet. We spent most of our time either hiking or you know . . . just hanging out.”
Hattie places her hand on the table and says, “When you say hanging out, you mean having sex, right?”
“Honestly, Hattie.” I roll my eyes.
“Well . . .” she says, not letting it go.
“Oh my God, yes. We enjoyed an immense amount of sex.”
She claps her hands in glee. “Oh that’s wonderful. And he satisfied you?”
My cheeks heat as I mumble, “Yes, very much.”
“I knew it.” Hattie jabs her finger into the table as if proving a point. “It’s always the freaky ones who have the best sex, and given the kind of books Wyatt writes, I bet he has some amazing sex. Like . . . ooo, I bet he holds your neck when he fucks you.”
How does she know that?
My cheeks flame even hotter, and she notices because she points at me. “Oh my God, I’m right, aren’t I?”
I shift my silverware and say, “That’s neither here nor there.”
