Page 49 of Devil’s Candy

“That dress is not making it to the party.” He starts stalking toward me. “I’m about to rip it off you.”

I laugh, though it comes out a little breathless.

We went over a month without having sex, which was a little maddening but also kind of good.

We teased, played, talked, and snuggled.

And somehow, not sleeping together, I relaxed into what I think might be my first real relationship, and definitely my forever one.

My engagement ring sparkles on my finger, a deep red ruby, because that’s the kind of girl I am.

We’re getting married on New Year’s, back in Vegas. It’s where we met, and it’s where Sver’s daughter Sasha lives.

Win and Katarina still don’t speak to Sver, but his younger daughter Sasha has called him a few times.

She and her husband Ryker are going to come to the wedding.

I’m completely on board with not having kids. I didn’t have the kind of childhood that makes a woman want to be maternal. But I’d love to have a family.

Sver steps up behind me, his hands coming to my hips as pulls my ass into the cradle of his body. The dress is skin-tight and I hear it rip as he pulls it up around my waist. “You weren’t kidding,” I say breathlessly, even as he shoves my panties to the side, sliding his finger inside me.

We both groan as he goes deep, curling his finger to stroke that spot inside me that drives me crazy.

I grab the sides of the mirror, trying to keep myself up even as he uses his free hand to yank his pants down.

There are times when we have this gentle kind of sex that I really like.

But there are other times where he fucks me hard and fast and I love those too.

Today is definitely going to be the latter.

As if to confirm, he pulls his finger out and then thrusts in, filling me in a way that makes me gasp.

Even better, I can see him inside me in the reflection in the mirror…that is until the dress slumps to cover the view.

He grabs the skirt and pulls again, ripping it away, so that we both have a clear view again.

“You look so beautiful with my cock inside you,” he says between clenched teeth.

My eyes flutter closed as he holds himself inside me, his hands tightening on my hips. And then he pulls out, slamming back inside me as I gasp out my surprise, the pleasure that radiates through me making me slump forward.

My cheek hits the mirror, my ass sticking out farther, as he repeats, pushing inside me in a way that has me vibrating from the inside out. “Holy sh⁠—”

“You like that?” he asks, thrusting again.

“Yes,” I moan, just trying to hang on, not wanting this to end too soon.

“That’s my good girl,” he grits out, pumping faster and harder until I feel like I can barely tell one thrust from the next.

I hold out for as long as I can, but my insides are tightening, the sweet torturous pleasure building until I can’t take another second and then I break apart, crying out as I orgasm.

“Open your eyes,” Sver says as he keeps pounding into me.

I crack them open, my eyes locking with his in the mirror.

The cords of his neck stand out, his face taut with tension as he thrusts into me again, groaning loudly as he starts to cum.

His body jerks, the warmth of his cum running down my thighs. And then he slumps over my back.