Chapter 19 #5
She was rocking into me. Smothering my entire length in her heat. The corset squeezed her small breasts in the most perfect way, and it almost had me drooling. I had to get them free.
I pulled at the dress, lace wrapping around my fist until the bodice gave way, her petite body spilling out.
She was holding on, her hands clutching at my shoulders crumpling the jacket and shirt under her grip.
A low whimper left her mouth, and it sang to my soul like a choir.
She pulled at my clothes. “Off.” A single word shot out of her mouth, and I didn’t want to think of the reason why suited men might be an issue. So, I didn’t.
She pulled at the collar and ripped my shirt—the only one I’d ever own—to pieces, little plastic buttons danced like ballerinas, spinning in the distance. I did the same to her dress, ruining it for good.
But I didn’t care.
Our full wedding attire lay on the floor in tatters. And I didn’t care. I just cared about now, and the look on her face as she got close to coming on my dick.
“Come for me, Moonlight.”
“Work for it, Woodrow.”
And if that wasn’t the direction I needed.
I laughed, but I lifted her higher, almost pulling out of her entirely. Her nipples were hard, begging to be sucked as I took one in my mouth.
She shivered, moving closer. “I like that.”
I let my teeth graze her but not hurt her.
I nibbled lightly, sucking through my teeth, and she threw her head back.
I shielded her from hitting the mirror, and moved my lips upward, trailing little scars that splotched her chest and neck.
I sucked at her neck, pushing her hair away for purchase, but I kept it between my fingers, enjoying the feel and giving her a new memory.
I slid her back down on me, trying hard to keep my mouth on this spot that she seemed to enjoy me kissing, but I couldn’t handle the strain. Breaking free, we switched roles, her mouth moving back to my throat. I didn’t have to request a little gentleness this time.
The trust was already there.
Her pussy inhaled me, sucking me in. The feeling of my cock being fully swallowed by her almost took away my control. I was twitching, but I hadn’t completed my work. She wasn’t shaking with the aftermath of her second orgasm of the day. We weren’t fucking done.
I picked up the pace, my hips slamming into her. Her arms tightened around my neck, nowhere near the bulge that would hurt me. Her nipples, still hard and wet, rubbing over my naked chest.
I forced my body to angle uncomfortably, bending to kiss, suck, and nip at her body as she bounced on my cock.
I grunted, struggling for breath. “Is this working for it, Moonlight?” I sunk my teeth into her neck and she relished in the pain. In the pleasure of the tingle that lingered in its shadow.
My breath soothed the burn, and my cock drove deeper into her pussy.
She nodded, her neck stretching into the perfect position for another bite. I marked her this time, sucking until she bruised.
My mark on my girl.
The only mark that should ever fucking taint her skin.
I could feel her tightening, her body stiffening.
“Woodrow,” she whispered. “I’m gonna. . .” She didn’t have a chance to finish her sentence. Her legs tightened around my waist, keeping me deep. I bucked uncontrollably, knowing I couldn’t hold on much longer.
She erupted, soaking me as she came.
Her fingers shook as she held on to me. Her almond-shaped nails feeling sharper than they were as they dragged down my skin. Faint pink lines followed, and I couldn’t hold on another second.
She looked up at me, her pretty lashes fluttering against my ear, tickling me.
“Kiss me,” I begged, actually begged for her lips on me. “Kiss me.”
And she did. She stretched up to me, her mouth open when it landed on mine. Her tongue instantly invaded my mouth and took over the territory that she now fucking owned.
I felt like I was going to die, my breaths coming shorter and more quickly through my nose as I continued kissing her until I exploded inside her. I continued pounding, enjoying the feeling of my cum dripping out of her, until I was drained of all I had to give.
My vision went black, and I dropped to my knees, taking her with me, still impaled on me as we both struggled with catching our breath.
“It’s okay. You’re okay,” she soothed, her fingers on my neck, gently brushing the tenderness dwelling beyond my throat muscles.
“I think I’m gonna die.” I huffed out the words, my lips curling as if I’d laugh if I could. . . but I didn’t see the funny side.
“Would you die happy?” She laughed at her own joke. She nuzzled into my chest, against my racing heart, and her closeness began to calm me.
“I’m not ready yet.”
“In that case, it’s a good thing I can hear such a strong heartbeat.” She smiled, her arms tightening around me.
“Will you be there until the end?”
“We’re forever. Endgame.”
I looked at her, praying that alcohol wasn’t the one speaking to me. And she heard my prayer.
“Even tomorrow when the alcohol wears off.” She stretched up and kissed my lips, but her moves were too quick for me to kiss her back, and in a second, she was cuddled tightly back against my chest.
“Good.” I smiled, then sucked in more heavy gulps of air.
. . .really fucking good, because I wouldn’t live another day without her.
I’d found a new God today. A Goddess, to be more accurate. An all-powerful being that nothing could compare to. Someone for me to worship.
And I would fucking worship her always.