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“Oh shit!” she cries. It’s a little muffled behind my hand as I cover her mouth. Her parents should be up here soon to get her. “That’s amazing, papi. Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” I grit out before slamming in, not able to take the torture of simply grazing her slit with the head anymore. “Knew you’d be excited.”
“I am,” she moans, gyrating against me as I pick up the pace. We won’t last long. Not with the way she’s gripping me—it’s near painful, but I punch through it. My next few thrusts force her onto the tips of her toes, her wild eyes meeting mine in the mirror, but it’s the pure look of bliss on her face when I slip two fingers to her front and pinch her clit that my girl lets go.
Amberlyn comes hard, milking me, and I follow shortly after. All it took is to feel her juices graze my balls while her walls quivered.
I fill her with my seed and then rub it against her slit and thighs in between a few lazy pumps.
The smile on her face afterward is sweet and satiated. Well worth the fact we are late to our own casual-style wedding, and many give us knowing looks.
Not that I care; I wear her ownership of me with pride.
“Better, bebe?”
“Much.” Turning, she lets the dress fall as it may and then stands on the tips of her toes to kiss my chin. “You ready to make an honest woman of me for the second time, papi?”
“Every day.”
“And all the tomorrows.”
The day we made a cock…
* * *
“HOW DO I let you talk me into these things,” Ivan grumbles, giving me a glare when he’s the one who bought the thing. “You owe me for this.”
“Better yet, how do you figure it’s my fault?” At my perplexed look, he only huff standing in the middle of my kitchen while holding his hard cock inside of a casting canister with the name Clone-A-Willy labeled on the front. “You’re the one who got all upset because I was looking at a real-skin ten-inch toy. If anything, control the jealousy and you wouldn’t be in this predicament.”
“Are you really giving me lip as I clone my dick for you?’
“If the cast fits.” His lips twitch at that response, and I lose it, doubling over while tears gather at the corners of my eyes. This—the ridiculousness of the situation—is us.
Ivan doesn’t want to put a label on us, yet he can’t stand the idea of me so much as looking at anyone, or any toy, sexually. Hence, he’s naked in my kitchen and making me a silicone copy of his willy.
“You’re enjoying this a little too much, bebe.”
“Same as you watching my tits jiggle when I giggle.”
“Touché.” Scratching at his jaw, Ivan purses his lips. “And I’ll also admit I’m a little overwhelming at times. It’s part of the charm.”
“If you say so.” Walking to the fridge, I open it and bend a bit to reach the last can of Dr. Pepper in the back. “Do you want a Coke?”
“Yes.”
“Diet or cherry?”
“Doesn’t matter to me.” The gruffness in his tone sweeps across my skin and goose bumps rise, my nipples tightening into stiff peaks that rub against the cotton of my shirt. I’m not wearing anything underneath. Never do when I’m at home. “Fuck, I think it’s almost done. Should be ready to pour soon.”
“Okay.” What else can I say? His dick is occupied, and that tone never fails to turn me on.
Behave, Amberlyn. Don’t come off as desperate.
“Yeah, it’s getting tight. And warm, too.”
“Wonderful.” Calm your breathing. You can get off later.
“Perfect pocket pussy if I could lube it up and move.”
