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“I… I need your cock, Harrison,” I beg breathlessly. My walls flutter around him, teetering right on the cusp of my orgasm. But the moment he removes his fingers, my head snaps over my shoulder, and I watch him shift his boxers down his legs, freeing his cock, the silky tip rubbing against my skin. I torture my bottom lip between my teeth in anticipation. He lines himself up to my entrance, my body pulsing around him, already trying to suck him inside.
Desperation claws at my throat, feeling him right where I need him, but not inside me yet. I’m about to protest when he grabs the headboard above me and slams himself so deep inside of me that I have to open my legs further to accommodate him. “More,” I cry, the plea tumbling so easily from my lips because I’ll always want more from him, need more, crave more.
He hums with satisfaction. “You like taking all of my dick, sweetheart?”
I nod as he increases his pace. Every thrust echoes a bang of the headboard against the wall.
“You like it when I fuck you hard?”
“I like everything,” I force out, lust filling my tone. The smell of sex and us lingers in the air like a drug I can’t get enough of.
“Fuck, I’ll never get enough of this of you,” he growls, gripping my hips tight enough to leave marks. I clench at his words, mirroring my thoughts because I’ll never get enough of him either. The way he claims me with soft touches but takes control like this, marking me as his. It’s everything.
Suddenly, Harrison slows, his arms drop from the headboard to trail down my spine as he lavishly drags himself in and out of me. One hand tangles in my hair as the other ushers me upright so I’m sat on his lap. He snakes the hand in my hair around to grasp his thick fingers around my neck and lightly squeezes. My pulse thrums under his fingers as my hips move to feel him inside me still. The sensation of being full and consumed with him holding me in place is too much and not enough all at the same time.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so perfect,” he whispers against my ear. “Rub your clit. I need to feel you come.”
I brush my fingers over my heated skin until I reach my wet centre. My head is light with Harrison’s hand firmly still around my neck as I rub myself in circles. I reach a fever pitch within seconds.
My orgasm crescendos like an unprepared symphony. It’s relentless, loud, and obnoxious. Harrison takes no prisoners as he releases me, mid orgasm pushing me forwards as he resumes fucking me with wild abandon. He drives so deep I’m drunk on him, and when he his hand connects with my skin, I cry out, spiralling into another orgasm.
My legs shake from the sheer force of pleasure driving through my body. Every nerve ending is occupied by Harrison as he praises me. “That’s it, sweetheart. Come back to me now because I want you to feel me fall apart for you too.” His thrusts increase as his body pounds into me, his grip on my hips relentless as he growls and shouts my name. “Fuck, Zoey,” he roars, his cock swelling inside me as his movement becomes erratic and spills inside me, pumping in and out a few more times before collapsing onto my back.
Breathing hard, we both come down from our orgasms. He slips out of me and rolls over until we’re facing each other.
“Happy wedding day, Mrs Clarke,” he smiles and my heart leaps.
“Happy wedding day, Mr Clarke.”
“I have a surprise for you,” he pants, moving strands of my slightly damp hair off my face.
“I love surprises,” I hum, still trying to catch my breath.
“I know. Do you want it now?”
I nod, eyes closed, blissed out. The bed dips, telling me he’s moving and then I hear his feet padding on the wooden floor.
I’m stuck in a dreamy, post orgasmic state when I feel his lips dust against my forehead. “No sleeping yet, gift first.” He coos against my skin. I open one eye to watch him round the bed, butt naked, barely paying attention to the envelope he’s holding because when he sways those thick hips towards me, that V shape carved into his hips is like an arrow pointing to his beautiful, still semi-hard dick, so I can’t focus on anything else.
“Don’t look at me like that. Here, open your present.” He hands me the envelope that feels heavier than I expected.
“Canyoube my present?” I ask, fluttering my lashes.
“Open it,” he replies, his voice low and demanding.
“But I wanna lick you,” I whine, trying to pull him closer to me but grabbing air instead.
He smirks, stepping forward, holding my chin and running his thumb over my bottom lip. “You can thank me by getting on your knees and licking me after we’ve showered and you’ve opened your gift.”
I shudder, my skin erupting in goosebumps. I love it when he gets all growly with me. “Yes, sir,” I pant, licking the tip of his thumb. In my peripheral, I see his dick twitch from the contact and my core pulses with need for him again.
Opening the envelope, I run my finger along the seam, feeling the paper rip as I move. There’s a brochure inside that looks like it belongs in an estate agent window. I look over the glossy paper at the pictures of a beautiful farm with five acres of land and old stables adjoined to the farmhouse.
“What’s this?” I ask.
“It’s for us.”
My head jerks up to meet his grinning face. “What?” I say on a forced exhale.
