Page 16 of Fake Fiancé, Real Wedding
I gently snap the waistband of her G-string against her skin. “Do you like these panties?”
“Indifferent,” she replies, fingers brushing her nipples again. “Why? Do you want to wear?—”
I rip the skimpy thing apart, exposing the trim dark-honey triangle of her pubic hair, and take possession of her glistening, soft pussy lips with my mouth.
“Oh God,” she moans, planting her feet on my shoulders and shoving her hips upward. She claws at my hair, fisting it, holding my head to the junction of her spread thighs as I lash her clit with my tongue. “Oh God,yes.”
I tongue-fuck her, losing myself in her salty sweetness as I palm her thighs, her belly, her tits. I pinch her nipples, squeezing each one in rhythm with my flicking tongue. She whimpers, hips bucking, fists balling tighter in my hair. A tremble quakes her thighs.
“Oh God, Lachlan,” she gasps as I plunge my tongue into her seam, nip her clit, and suck its tiny form. “I’m going to… I’m going to…”
She comes, her release an ambrosia I’m instantly addicted to. No one but me will ever get to have Del again. And I will spend the rest of my life doing everything I can to give her pleasure.
Cock an aching rod, I straighten between her legs and remove my boots, shirt and chinos.
She watches me, eyelids heavy, one knee bent, one leg dangling over the end of the bed. A spent sex goddess waiting for more…
Sliding my hands over my hips, I begin to remove my boxer briefs.
“Stop,” she commands, moving to her knees.
I do. Long enough for her to kneel on the end of the bed and inch my briefs down over my hips.
My cock springs free.
“Oh God,” Del whispers, trailing her fingertips up its erect underside. “It’s a beast.”
A raw groan rips from me, turning into a growl as she seals her lips around its girth and sinks down to my balls.
Fuck.
She sucks up and down, cupping my sac with fingers just on the right side of brutal. The soles of my feet begin to tingle, and my knees begin to shake. Her moans rival the low groaning pants bursting from me.
With an animalistic snarl, I yank her mouth from my cock, shove her backward onto the bed, and cover her body with mine. I grab the back of one of her thighs and draw her knee up to the side of my ribs. Spreading her wet sex until the tip of my cock parts her pussy lips.
“When I blow, future wife,” I rasp, holding her stare with my own, her breasts crushed to my chest, her heel bumping against my arse, “I’m going to fucking do it in your sweet, hot pussy. Do you understand?”
A hitching breath falls from her. She arches beneath me, nails raking across my bare shoulders. “Yes.” She shoves her hips into me, and my cock dips farther into her heat. She’s sodden. For me. “Yes. Please, I want you inside me.”
With a slow roll of my hips, I inch a little deeper into her. “Now?”
She snags a fistful of my hair again and locks her stare with mine. “I’m on the pill. I’m clean. I trust you. Now fuck me, Lachlan McKenzie. Fuck me hard.”
I slam into her. Stretching her. Filling her. Claiming her once and forever as mine.
She cries out, nails gouging into my shoulders as I bury my head into the side of her neck and drive into her. Over and over. “Yes, yes, oh God, Lachlan, yes.”
Time ceases. Nothing exists but Del and the perfect synergy of our bodies moving together.
The soles of my feet begin to tingle again, sparking up to the base of my spine. My balls rise. I capture the side of her throat with my mouth, hungry for everything she is, and suck. Branding her.
After this, no one will question that she’s mine. No one will scare her, harm her, or hurt her.
“Oh God,” she gasps, her sex sucking at my cock. “Lachlan… Oh?—”
A keening groan leaves her as her pussy contracts, squeezing my cock in pulse after pulse. I crush her lips, taking the sounds of her pleasure into my body even as I pump harder and faster into her.
And as my own orgasm trips over the edge, as I erupt and empty myself into her, I reach between us and rub her clit, propelling her into another orgasm that shudders through her, feeding my own. Both spent, both drained, we slump on the bed, sweat-slicked limbs entwined, shallow pants mingling, holding each other’s gaze.
