Page 145 of Bridesmaid By Chance
It’s so fucking good.
Nothing has been better.
No one has been better.
It’s everything I thought it would be with her, and with every thrust, I feel my body becoming more and more addicted. Needing another hit, begging for more.
“So tight.” My eyes find hers. “This cunt is mine. Got it?”
She nods, wetting her lips.
“No one else. This cunt…is…mine.”
I thrust my hips so hard, she scoots up the bed.
Another thrust, we’re up to the headboard.
One more and I have to pin her in place by the neck a little more, but not too much that she can’t breathe.
Her cries filter through the room, her heels dig into my back. “So close,” she says and I can feel her tightening around me. “Right…there.” And then, with her eyes set on me, she whispers, “Fill me with your cum.”
It’s what pushes me over the edge. It only takes a few more strokes before she cries out my name, shattering beneath me and convulsing around my cock. It takes me two more strokes as my limbs go numb and my cock swells right before I spill into her.
“Fuck…me!” I cry out as I dump into her. “Fuck.” I breathe heavily and loosen my hold on her neck as I lean my head forward, pressing our foreheads together.
She grips my cheeks, looking into my eyes. And then, gently, she lifts and kisses me on the nose.
I let out a heavy breath and do the same, gently placing a kiss on her nose.
She stares up at me, those soulful eyes that weaken me, looking for so much more. And I know I shouldn’t, I should pull away now, but fuck, I can’t. Not when she’s filled with me, not when we’re this close…
I hover over her, my mouth lingering. I kiss her on the nose one more time and then lower my mouth to hers and, for the first fucking time since I’ve laid eyes on this woman, I match my lips with hers, kissing her gently.
She inhales, a sharp hitch in her breath before she sinks in and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me in closer.
And I fall.
I fall into her embrace.
Into the way she works her mouth over mine.
Into the haze this woman puts me in.
I get lost.
I get high.
Within minutes, I feel the fissure form in my heart because this is different.
I’ve shared far more of myself with this woman than any other.
This is different than any kiss I’ve ever experienced before.It feels so real. Deep. Meaningful.
It brings comfort.
She does that.
And as she tightens her hold on me, I know for certain that nothing will ever be the same again.
