Chapter 33
I do.
Ugh, get a grip, Amber. This isn’t your wedding, you cheesy romantic frick.
You’re going to sleep with him, aren’t you?
The way this vagina is throbbing, it’s like all my mind can think about, especially with how he’s so tall and large and probably not four inches.
Christ, what’s wrong with me? I’m staring at him with a stupid smile on my face because I do. I do want to be his girlfriend.
“So, you’re mine?” he asks, possessively.
He walks towards me as I walk backward. I can’t handle the heat, so I’m trying to keep my distance.
Then he stops, and my brain instantly is like fuck no, we don’t want the distance, jump on him!
So, I jump on him unexpectedly, but he catches me easily.
My ass is in his palms as he groans. Then he starts spinning like a merry-go-round.
I’m holding on as tight as I can as I scream and laugh.
He falls to the ground lightly, putting me on my back.
“Baby, do you have any idea how fucking happy I am right now?”
He glances at the photographer and says, “That’s good. Thank you.”
She smiles, walking back to the newlyweds.
I force him closer to me.
He says, “Are you trying to feel it for yourself?”
He presses his dick against me, and to fuck with him, I say, “I don’t feel anything.”
When frustration takes over his face, I grab his shirt and pull him down. “Come here, Matthew.”
I kiss him gently. He kisses me back without tongue. “We’re on a beach with an audience.”
“Sex on a beach is so romantic. Can you imagine?” I tease.
“Sex with you anywhere sounds perfect.”
“The sand is cold,” I mutter, so he stands up and offers a hand.
“Hop on my back,” he demands. I dust the sand off my back and then jump on him. He walks over to our shoes, grabs them, and kisses his mom on the cheek.
“Love you, Mom,” he calls out.
“Love you, honey,” she says keeping her eye on me.
As he walks us back to the hotel, I say, “I think I should walk. My skirt is probably up my back.”
He drops me to my feet as I adjust my skirt. He’s eyeing me, waiting impatiently. He grabs my hand and pulls me into the elevator where it all started a few hours ago.
As soon as the doors shut, I make the first move and kiss him. I lift his shirt to feel those abs I’ve been dying to touch. That gives him permission to explore me. His hands immediately go to my legs and up my skirt to grab my ass.
The elevator stops, but we know the hotel is empty enough to not care. We both glance out the elevator to the empty hall.
We’re glued by the lips, unable to stop ourselves.
I giggle in his mouth when we finally make it into the room and lock the door.
He takes off his shirt and I finally get a moment to look at him.
But it’s cut short because our lips are fucking magnets.
I can’t get enough. I jump on him, and he cups my ass.
This time I’m unafraid of the skirt riding up my hips.
He holds me against the wall, smashing our mouths together.
His tongue is suffocating me, but I don’t care because I’m sucking on it.
I’m all instinct right now, and I’m consumed of him.
He's holding me too high, and I want to feel his rock-hard abs, so I put my feet down and trace the definition of him with my fingertips.
“Tell me what you want.” His voice is husky, and I’m turned on by it.
I move my hand to his waistband. I tease him with the tip of my finger. God, this is exhilarating. My finger is playing with fire. He is shaved from what I can tell. I keep it PG and run my hand over the top of his pants until I feel his hard length.
He’s watching me, not telling me to stop, so I grab it.
“Amber,” he warns, and I relish in knowing I have this power over him.
I glance up, meeting his glazed eyes. I whisper, “What do you want to do to me?”
He pulls my bottom lip with his and then says, “First, I want to hike up that skirt of yours and feel how wet you are, grab that beautiful ass, and kiss you while you moan in my mouth. I could make love to you right here, or we could take it the bed. I want to make you feel like you never have before.”
He reaches his hands between my legs, and I open them slightly to allow him. I’m back to kissing him with my tongue, sucking in his breath. He rubs the top of my underwear and asks, “Are you wearing a thong?”
I nod, kissing his neck.
He pushes it to the side as I moan against his ear. His touch is like magic. He’s not inside of me yet, instead, he’s rubbing over my clit, creating a deep aching need for him.
“Matt,” I moan in his mouth. His tongue is dancing against mine. He inserts a finger as my head rolls on the wall and I grind my hips on his hand.
“Oh, fuck,” he murmurs, pushing his finger deeper. The need I have for him thickens as he removes his finger and pulls my thong down my legs. I let it slip off as he rubs my clit again. Pleasure rips through me in waves.
“Baby, I can stop if you want me to.”
“Don’t fucking stop,” I moan, reaching for his pants. I unbutton them and reach inside of his boxers. A nice thick dick tucked between his legs is in my hand. “Matt,” I moan, feeling the length of him.
“How’s that for four inches?” he teases, biting my lip and rubbing with his fingers.
I start working my hand on him. “That’s the biggest four inches…ever.”
He smiles at that, but I’m serious. Holy fucking shit.
“Fuck,” he grumbles as he pulls my shirts up.
I’m wearing two shirts as he glances down at my black lace bra.
“This will be the death of me,” he says, reaching his mouth over my cleavage and sucking on them without reaching my nipples.
Then he pulls my bra over my boobs and takes my nipple in his mouth.
I cry out, gripping his shoulders. His tongue swirls around over and over again then he sucks…
hard. I accidentally scratch him as my fingers dig into his skin.
He moves to the other side and repeats. When he sucks hard again, I cry out.
This feels too good.
I’m throbbing.
Everywhere.
His hand finds my opening again.
“Amber,” he breathes. “I want to make love to you.”
“Then make love to me,” I whisper.
He hikes my skirt to my waist and pulls down his pants. I take in the view of his sexy thick dick. My insides squeeze just seeing it.
“Are you sure?” he asks, kicking off his pants.
I nod. “You’re my boyfriend now.”
He smirks. “I am.”
I ask, “Do you want me to keep the skirt on?”
He eyes the skirt. “Turn around.”
I stick out my ass for his viewing. He says, “I’m only going to offer this once. Do you want me to spank your ass, Amber? God, look at this fucking ass, babe. Holy shit.”
The sound of his voice sends a rush through my body.
I rub his dick between my cheeks as he watches. I’m getting wet as he checks me out. He pulls my ass back quickly.
“Fuck, baby. Tell me. The expiration is ticking.”
“New expiration time?” I tease.
He licks his lips, staring at my ass.
I close my eyes and agree, “Okay.”
“Okay?” he asks.
“Yeah. We won’t know if we like it if we don’t try.”
“Are you ready?” he asks, rubbing my ass.
I nod.
He smacks my ass. The slap echoes in the room, and I flinch. Both from the sound and the pain. I turn around.
“Is that because I’ve been really bad?” I ask.
He nods. “I’ve been wanting to do that since the moment I walked into the Grind Stone and you wrote asshole on my bag.”
The thought makes my vagina throb. “I’m not sorry for that.”
He smiles. “I know. That’s why I spanked you.”
“Will you make love to me now?” I ask.
He pulls me to the bed and lays me on my back.
“Are you okay after that?”
I nod, smiling. A flutter is in my stomach because he’s bare in front of me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a beautiful man. He’s a work of art.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Amber.”
I pull off my two shirts and my bra. I can finally breathe.
Excitement rushes through me as he aims his dick and starts rubbing me with his head. He slides the tip in, watching me.
“Are you ready?” he asks as my nipples harden.
I nod.
He pushes into me, and the pressure causes me to cry out. He keeps pushing until his dick fills me completely. His eyes roll to the back of his head.
“Fuck, Amber,” he says with an intoxicating groan.
He glances down at his insertion and lets out a deep breath. My insides are screaming, squeezing, contracting against him. I can’t remember the last time it felt like fucking heaven to have a dick inside of me.
Matt is absolutely everything. I’m addicted to him, knowing damn well that I will never want this to end. I will always want this. I will always want him.
He thrusts, making me moan at his girth and length. My hips naturally move with his as he keeps thrusting. I squeeze my insides, unable to control how throbby I am.
“This is so good, baby,” he says as I cry out in pleasure.
He reaches up, squeezing my nipple, and that’s a whole new sensation now.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” he moans, sliding out and then slamming back into me.
My head rolls back at his voice. I grind my hips on him, rolling on his dick.
“Fuck yes, Amber. Fuck yeah.”
I dance on his dick as he watches. He starts slamming into me harder, faster.
“Fuck,” I cry out.
Pleasure tears through my body as he thrusts against me and then pulls out. Warm cum shoots all over my stomach. Some probably getting on my skirt.
My vagina is still aching for more, but he doesn’t waste a second as his mouth sucks on my clit.
“Oh, shit,” I cry. “Fuck!”
He licks and sucks my clitoris while fingering me. I’m seeing a thousand stars as my toes curl the comforter beneath us. I’m riding his face. And then my orgasm climbs until it can’t any longer. The stars explode, and I’m over the edge as I convulse on his tongue.
“Fuck,” he says, grabbing his dick and aiming into me again.
I moan, wondering how the hell this can feel that good. He shoves himself deep inside of me and watches me pant.
“Do you like making love to me, Amber?” he asks.
I’m already nodding. I like anything he does. Love it even.
He pulls out and walks to the bathroom.
Holy hell…that was intense.
He walks back with a wet washcloth and says, “Damn, baby, that was the hottest sex I’ve ever had.”
I’m still trying to catch my breath. He cleans me up first and then himself. I look at my skirt and point at the few drips of semen.
He walks over to wipe it. “Sorry about that.”
When he’s done, he grabs my face and kisses my lips. He grabs his boxers and puts them on. I reach for my black lace bra. I put on one of the shirts and go to the full-length mirror to fix my hair.
Matt walks up behind me and kisses my shoulders. “Your sex hair is sexy.”
I lean into him, giving up on my hair and enjoying the view of us in the mirror.
I turn around and glance at his body. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
He smirks. “It’s like I said before. You can’t control yourself when you’re around me.”
I roll my eyes.
“I can’t believe you agreed to be my girlfriend.”
I smile at that.
He warns, “You’re stuck with me because I’m never breaking up with you.”
I smile wider, turning around to look at us in the mirror again. He was right before. We are cute together.
He presses a kiss on my cheek and says, “Get your bikini, let’s go to the jacuzzi.”