Page 74 of My Downfall

“But I need a dress.”

“So go shopping this week. Take my card and get anything and everything you want. Turn the fucking house into a florist for all I care. Just marry me.”

“I need the girls,” I groan.

“And no doubt you’ve just arranged to meet them tomorrow. You do whatever you need to enable you to walk down that aisle to me on Saturday. Now, however, I need to fuck my fiancée.”

Hudson

I will never be able to get enough of her. The minute my cock leaves her body it’s craving to get back in again. She’s fucking addictive.

She’s naked and ready on the bed waiting for me. I shed my last item of clothing and climb on, my body pressing against hers as I lie beside her.

My fingers take a nipple between them, giving it a hard squeeze. Her back arches and a moan leaves her.

“Hmm, always so responsive.”

She whimpers as I take one into my mouth and suck while my fingers continue to play with the other, tugging and pinching it.

“Oh,” she gasps as my teeth close over the hard nub and bite down. I’m not gentle with her and she fucking loves it.

I release her from my mouth and place kisses down the middle of her stomach as I make my way down her body, the smell of her arousal more of a turn on than any perfume she could wear. I blow directly on her clit as I slide a finger inside her, her tight, wet heat clenching around that single digit.

“You want more, baby girl?”

“Yes,” she cries as I thrust deep and curl my finger up at the same time.

“Yeah, what do you want?”

“I want to come.”

“How?”

“On your tongue,” she whines as my finger continues to thrust in and out of her.

“Good girl,” I groan and don’t hesitate to push my tongue in alongside my finger.

“Holy shit,” she sobs at the double sensation. I withdraw enough to spit on her clit, eliciting another groan from my girl, and then go back to eating her out as my finger continues to thrust inside her. I bring the thumb of my other hand to her clit and press down.

“Too much.”

“Fucking take it,” I growl. “Give Daddy your cream.” I know she loves it when I talk her through her orgasm, when I give her pure filth.

“Yes!” Her release runs over my tongue and floods my tastebuds. I can’t help the groan that leaves me at her delicious flavor.

I rise up on my arms above her and thrust, giving her all of me at once, unable to bear not being inside her a minute longer. Her hands tunnel through her hair, gripping the strands as she tries to ground herself in some way. It won’t work, though, I’m about to fucking wreck her.

There are times when I’m gentle with her, when I treat her like she’s the most precious thing in my life, which she is. Now, however, is not one of those times.

I thrust into her hard and fast, over and over again. Need has taken control of me and I’m powerless to stop it, not that either of us wants me to. She stares up at me, her mouth open in bliss as she takes everything I give her.

The ring I put on her finger catches my eye and I fuck her harder than I ever have before, my need for her desperate. Every time I bottom out inside her she lets out a whimper of pleasurable pain and fuck if it doesn’t make me rail her even harder.

“I need you to come, baby.”

She’s a thrashing, panting mess below me as her chest heaves with every breath and her body jolts with every thrust.

“Goddamn, you look so fucking beautiful like this. Under me and taking everything I give you like the good little slut you are.”