Page 40 of All Bets Are Off
I groan as I replay her words, my fingertips wedging down between us to fondle that tiny bud, her back arching instantly, my cock squelching louder. One stroke and she’s practically gushing, this miracle I am determined to make my wife.
“Sensitive little thing,” I say, lapping my tongue up the side of her face and biting down on her earlobe. “I think you’re a Daddy’s girl.”
She cries out, her cunt flexing around me so insistently, I almost have to pull out to stop myself from ejaculating. Holyshit. I expected her first time to be slow and exploratory, but she’s burning the house down. Killing me. I’m never going to be the same. I’m never going to walk into another room without her innocent scent all over me. I want to publicly and privately revel in the fact that my girl is goddess-tier. I’m done. I’m changed. I’m hers forever.
“I found your clit for you, didn’t I, angel? Now it’s mine to play with.”
“Yes, yes,” she whimpers. “It’s yours.”
I shift the angle of my hips and find a stroke that plays her like a violin. Tears roll down her cheeks as I pick up my pace, my fingers and dick giving her dual attention. She sobs and tears strips off my back, and I growl exultantly through my teeth, awash in pride that I’m getting her off. I fuck her like a machine, my hips moving busily, frantically, my pants down around my ankles because I couldn’t wait long enough to take them off.
“Oh. Ohhhhh.” A look of complete bliss is beginning to take over her features. “Oh, it’s different from when you lick me.”
“Deeper?” I exhale, my forehead pinned on top of hers. “Fuller?”
“Yeah. Yeah. Tripp.Please!”
I scoop her ass up in a firm hand and hold her still while I deliver thrust after thrust, biting down on my bottom lip until it starts to bleed from trying not to let the dam break. This bed has never budged an inch, but it groans now underneath us and alerts me to the fact that I am pounding the shit out of her and she’s only begging for more. I want to bite her bouncy tits and tell her she’s Daddy’s personal slut, but not tonight. Not tonight. It’s her first time.
“I don’t have much longer, angel,” I slur thickly, a sharp punch of possessiveness twisting in my stomach. An intense urge to rip off the condom and put a load of my sperm inside her.
I’m not worried about being trapped. Iprayshe does.
Being trapped by this girl would be more like freedom. A ticket to Valhalla.
“Fuck it.”
Pulling out ever so briefly, the latex is flung across the room, and I reenter her with a shout, the mindboggling texture of her narrow pussy rolling my eyes into the back of my head. I am about to nut so deep in this girl, my lawyers are probably going to wake up in a cold sweat.
“I love you, angel.I love you.” My balls start to tingle with more and more insistency, releasing their contents, no way to stop the flow, my teeth setting on edge, my vision doubling from the sudden deluge of pressure. “And I love this sexy cunt. I fucking love it. Your first fuck and my first creampie, huh? I’ll never pull out of you as long as I live. Not happening. Not ever. It’s too fucking sweet—and it’smine.”
The delicate pull of her sex grows more persistent, and now, oh sweet Jesus, she’s orgasming with me. Her head thrashes side to side, her hips lifting beneath me, my hand grinding her up, up onto my pulsing dick, jerking her against me in a pulsating rhythm that matches the tempo of my spurts.
It’s the hottest shit in this world.
I can barely handle the bliss, my guttural shouts filling the room, layered with her kitten-like mewls. And I bust so long and hard, I get lightheaded, only falling forward onto my future wife when I’m one thousand percent depleted, my jaw slack, muscles lax, my lungs struggling to replenish themselves. I think I’m in an actual state of shock.
“Vida,” I slur, my words muffled by the side of her head. “Are you okay, angel?”
Her sigh is content. Exhilarated. “I’m floating.”
Pride and relief press in on my jugular. “I love you. You’re home.”
I ease off her, crushing her into my embrace. Planting kisses all over her face while she giggles and molds her curves to my strength. “I love you, too, Tripp.”
“Never leave me,” I beg against her mouth.
She blinks at me in the near darkness, her face still flushed from sex. “I don’t think I could.”
I press her face into my throat, rocking her. Coveting her, even though she’s mine. Cherishing her the way I plan to do for my whole life. “Thank God.”
And I fall into a deep sleep with my love wrapped in my arms, but only after formulating a plan to wake up and start figuring out our future. One that is now brighter than the sun.
THIRTEEN
Vida
I wakeup to the gentle rocking of Tripp’s yacht. The sunrise is just beginning to peak over the horizon, and I’m boneless. The concept of ten-thousand-dollar sheets was ludicrous to me yesterday, but I’ve never been more upset about getting out of bed. I’m so cool and comfortable, I have no idea how I’m going to go back to my Target sheets at home.
