“What are you thinking about?” He says lowly in a voice that’s on the line of seductive and playful.
I rest my head back on his chest with a soft smile. “Of how you’re mine.”
His other hand slides down my thigh before teasing the slit of my dress. My breath hitches as his fingers slip underneath, meeting the bare skin of my inner thigh.
He hums appreciatively. “Anything else?” He trails his fingers up higher with a featherlight touch that affects every nerve ending in my body. It’s almost embarrassing how a simple touch of his can get me wet.
My voice is breathy. “I. . .” I gasp when his thumb finds my clit and applies the slightest pressure. Eyes roll to the back of my head as an appreciative moan slips from my lips.
“Eyes on me, baby,” he orders. My eyes immediately open. It’s no surprise to me how easily I follow his commands when it comes to sex. I suppose, in that way, I’m naturally submissive. But only ever for him. His eyes gleam with pleasure when mine meet his. We both get off on it, the power we have on one another. “Now what else were you thinking about?”
I can’t formulate a single thought while his thumb is doing slow torturous circles on my clit. And by the smirk on his face he damn well knows it. There’s a cockiness to him that I love. He’s so unashamed when it comes to sex. He owns his sexual prowess. And god, it’s the biggest fucking turn on.
“We are going to be late,” I protest weakly.
Oak huffs out a laugh. “Baby, we both know I can satisfy you with little time.”
He then teases his finger at my entrance, outlining my lips before plunging inside. My back bows as a needy moan escapes me. He holds me by the palm of his hand right below my breasts, keeping me flush against his front.
My eyes meet his in the mirror. I see the hunger in them, the carnal need to devour me whole. And while I would take him up on that any other time we can’t right now. Even much to my own dismay. “We can’t.”
He hums thoughtfully, eyes twinkling with mischief. “We can’t or you don’t want to?” He adds another finger and curls it to hit that spot that has my blood humming with pleasure.
“Oak,” I warn, or at least I try to. My body is high on pleasure and I’m chasing for the release that he’s created.
“Tell me, baby, what is it?” His voice is a seductive purr that increases my libido. “I can’t taste this pussy that’s mine,” he pulls his fingers out and then abruptly slaps my pussy. A shocked gasp leaves me breathless as new excitement runs through my veins. “Or you won’t let me taste what’s mine?” He cups my pussy, teasing me with what could be.
And damn it all to hell. The sound of his voice, his filthy mouth, the way his eyes haven’t left mine. I feel myself caving so easily.
“We can’t be late, big guy,” I say breathily. “You’re the best man.”
“What I am isyourman. And what kind of man would I be to leave my woman unsatisfied?”
I bit down on my lower lip. “You’re going to get us both in trouble.”
“Only the fun kind.” He makes his point by spinning me around and pressing me up against the wall.
I wrap my legs around his waist and feel his hard length against my slick core. “I have duties to uphold as the maid of honor.” I’m grasping at straws and we both know it. He sees it inmy eyes, and what’s worse, he feels it. He feels the desperately raw need I have for him.
He grinds against my core and I whimper. Licking his lips he says hotly, “And as my woman your duties are to get fucked nice and hard by me. How does that sound, baby?”
My pussy clenches. I know he can feel how wet I am. There’s no point in denying it. “We have to be quick,” I tell him.
“A hard quick fuck is what my woman wants, a hard quick fuck is what she’ll get.” He slams his mouth down on mine and our tongues tangle in an erotic dance filled with mad desire.
It isn’t long before he has my thong ripped off me and the skirt of my dress bunched up to my breasts. With him kneeled before me, my hands in his hair, he eats me like a man starved. And he doesn’t let up until he gets two orgasms out of me.
I’m barely standing on shaky legs. He picks me up so effortlessly and wraps my legs around his waist. Freeing himself from his dress pants he relieves his hard cock.
My mouth waters at the sight.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Oak has a beautiful cock. Honestly, truly, I’m dickmatized.
Before I can wrap my hand around it he’s poised at my entrance and slamming hard inside. Even after two orgasms with his size it still hurts a bit when he fucks me as ruthless as this. But it’s the pain mixed with pleasure that I love and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
He continues to pound into me deep and hard. My eyes water as I feel the indescribable pleasure zing up and down my spine. As my eyes meet his I get lost in the icy blue irises that are warm and tender and loving. I see the love this man has for me, I see it deep in his very soul, and when he pounds inside me in another forceful stroke that causes me to lose my breath, I shatter around him, obliterating into a million pieces.
Soon after he follows me, coming inside me and crying out my name.
