Bring it on, big boy, bring it on.
“Fuck!” I scream. “Are you close?”
Biting his lip to hold back, he nods. “Just say when.”
Leaning forward, I kiss him hard and then whisper, “When.”
We explode together, and I swear he blacks out.
“You okay?” I nuzzle into his neck when I feel him stirring again. “I think you passed out.”
He shifts me onto my side, desperate to catch his breath.
Sliding free, I remove the condom and toss it casually behind us.
“Trying to take over my job in here?” His voice is rough, and I can’t help but snicker.
“Just filling in until you’re back at full strength.” I press a kiss to his warm lips, savoring how soft they feel. “Then you can take the reins again.”
“Cupcake, you better enjoy this. Good thing we did it like this first. When I’m in charge, you won’t be coherent enough to smart off like that.” He smacks my arse and lets his eyes drift shut. “Give me five minutes, then you can break me in again.”
Kissing his neck, I giggle. “Didn’t know breaking in a cock could be this much fun. You better sleep while you can, cause I’m just getting started with your training.”
His chuckle fades as sleep claims him.
I study his face, realizing just how rewarding loving him is. He’s mine, and I’m not letting him go.
Chapter 27
Darius
April
The sight of Ingrid on her knees steals my breath. My cock is in her mouth, her eyes locked on mine, and I’m ruined. It’s our wedding day. Any second now we are supposed to be introduced. But this wicked little vixen I’ve created is sucking me off while our guests await us on the other side of the door.
“Cupcake, fuck,” I growl, gripping her hair as I thrust into that hot, wet mouth. “You better suck harder or they’ll announce us, and when we don’t walk through that door, your maid of honor will get an eyeful. She’s having a tough enough time as it is.”
Ingrid swallows, taking me deeper, forcing me down her throat. I explode like it’s been days instead of hours since my last orgasm. Worried she’ll choke, I pull back, but my woman refuses. Just like the first time, she keeps me locked in, sucking me dry until I’m spent.
My legs are jelly, and it’s a miracle I’m able to stand at all.
With a mischievous grin, she tucks me back into my pants. “Ready? Think they’ll notice? Is my lipstick smeared?”
“They’ll probably assume I kissed the hell out of you,” which I do as soon as she’s standing and close enough to kiss.
Just like I predicted moments ago, Winifred barrels through the door. “What is taking you two so long? The Duchess is about to send out the search and rescue team.”
Ingrid runs her tongue over her lip where a little of me dripped. “Sorry. Just getting a taste of things to come.”
I smack her arse and whisper in her ear, “That’s just a sampling, cupcake. Tonight, I’ll paint your arse with my cum. Use it to play with that tight little pucker hole that’s been teasing me for weeks.”
Winifred blushes as a flash of pain crosses her face. “Nope. Not listening. Save it for the honeymoon suite. Right now, you need to get out there before I kill his mother. Dealing with mine is bad enough. One crazy mother is my limit.”
I catch Winifred’s forearm, and I tug her into a hug. “Sorry about that, honeycakes. You’ve got enough on your plate. I’ll send one of my sisters to wrangle the duchess. How are you holding up?”
“One day at a time.” She exhales, trying to sound strong, but her heartache bleeds through. Esteban and she are once again between a rock and a hard place. “I’ll be fine. Now get your arse out there before I start bawling and ruin my makeup.”
One more squeeze while making a declaration about how I see things. “Give it time. I’ll find the bastard who tried to kill me. When I do, you and Stan will get your day. That’s a promise.”
