Page 142 of Slapshot Bride

“E-Easton… Oh fuck…”

“Mmm…”

I flick my tongue against the sensitive nub, sucking at intervals. I pull away, just long enough to slip two fingers into my lips and get them wet, then I stare into her needy eyes, with pupils blown wide with arousal, and press my wet fingers against her dripping entrance.

“Oh god… Please…”

“This what you want, baby?”

She nods. I smirk, toying with her as I circle her slit with my fingers.

“Say the words, love. Tell me how needy you are for my fingers. Tell me how badly you want to get fucked, baby…”

Her body trembles at the words. My dirty, dirty girl.

She wants all of it.

She’s just perfect for me.

Fuck! I can’t let her go. Not today, not ever.

I’ll fix this. I’ll find a way. But Riley Brooks is mine, and always will be.

Mine.

I lean down and suck her clit into my lips, with eyes still on hers, while toying with her entrance.

“P-please…” She shudders, and I smile, pulling away.

“Say the words, my love.”

I slide the deft tips of my fingers in, and her eyes flutter.

“Ohh… P-please, I want you to fuck me, Easton. I want all of you. I want your cock in my pussy. I want you, please…”

Fuck.

“How can I say no to you, sweetheart?”

I thrust my fingers in and curl them to hit her sweet spot. “You look so pretty when you beg for it. Just like this?” I rub the sensitive bundle of nerves into her, and she convulses, her hole tightening around my fingers.

“Y-yes…” She lets out a string of incoherent words.

“Good girl…” I slide my fingers out and raise them to my lips, licking them clean.

Her taste explodes on my tongue, and I know I’ll never get tired of this woman. With her legs still spread wide, I line my cock to her entrance. With one smooth thrust, I bury myself to the hilt, and a deep moan escapes her lips.

I seal my lips to hers, needing to swallow her moans, and I begin to move. Her legs automatically wrap around my waist. Each thrust comes with a moan I enjoy.

I don’t rush it. I continuously torture her, thrusting slowly, dragging it out until my cock swells and I know I’m about to come.

“Baby…” I whisper, and her eyes open, staring into my soul. “Tell me you’ll stay. Tell me you’re mine…” I whisper the words, unsure of what I’m asking. But she says them.

“I’m yours, Easton. I’ll stay. I-I p-promise…” The words shatter the moment her orgasm crashes into her, leaving her a shivering, whimpering mess.

My mess. And God, I love her. I love her so much it hurts.

My orgasm hits me, and I fall into her, making sure to put my weight on my arms so I don’t crush her.