“In fact, if you don’t take me right here, right now, I might take back my yes.”
Sean scoops me up so fast I don’t even have time to think. I yelp as he tosses me right over his shoulder and smacks me on the ass. The plug pulses inside me and I moan as he places medown on the bed, yanking what’s left of my dress off my body and burying his face in my soaking pussy.
“Christ, so fucking wet for me and I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“You haven’t,” I mutter as he licks a trail through my slit and groans against me.
His hand goes to the plug and he pushes it in a little more. I moan. I feel like an animal begging for his touch, and he’s a fucker because he knows it and he’s loving every single second.
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
Sean
“This is coconut oil.” I smirk as I say the words Layla said to me when she gave me my first massage while I shake up a little bottle of the clear oil. “Any allergies?” I chuckle down at Layla on all fours in the middle of the bed in the executive suite. I don’t even notice the look of the room itself with Layla before me, eager and ready for me.
“Fuck,” she mutters as the oil hits her ass and slides down over the plug that’s still inside her. Fuck, what a sight. I don’t wait as I rub her arousal all over her slit and use both hands to spread her ass even wider, admiring how pretty she looks like this as I sheath my cock in her—deep, desperate, because not fucking her for two days just about killed me.
“Holy fuck!” she cries out as she’s filled by both me and the plug. I stay rooted in her, my cock pulsing as I toy with her, pulling the plug out slightly then pushing it back in.
“Sean …” She’s already wrung out, desperate and boneless beneath my hands.
“Layla …” I mimic, fucking her slowly, just slow enough to keep me from coming as her tight cunt vises me.
“Please … let me come.”
I continue to toy with the plug, pushing it in as I fuck her, pulling it out as I withdraw, and every time I push it in she rocks back into me. She’s so fucking ready.
“You’ll come, little dove, don’t worry.” I bend down and kiss her shoulder as I pull the plug from her ass and toss it on the bed. Then I spread her wide and stare down at her perfect ass, ready to take me, slippery and soon to be mine. “And I can’t wait to feel it while I’m claiming this ass.” I grip her hips tight as I pull out of her cunt, and she whimpers with the loss as I line myself up. I’m coated in her and she’s coated in the oil.
“You’re so much bigger,” she murmurs, half in a moan.
“You’re going to love the feeling of me taking this tight virgin ass, Layla June. My filthy fucking girl wants to be filled in every hole she has,” I coax her. I stroke her pussy with my fingers, sliding up to pinch her clit as I slowly sink my cock the first inch into her ass. She pants in shallow breaths as I toy with her clit, relaxing her, opening her up for me. “That’s it … good and ready.”
“Yes … good and ready …” she murmurs as I sink in another inch.Un-fucking-real.
“Yes … my filthy girl, you’ve started to crave it, haven’t you? You want this ass filled while I fill your cunt too?”
“Yes …pleasssse,” she moans as she rocks back.
I sink in further and my eyes roll back. Slowly but surely her ass takes my length as I fuck my first two fingers into her pussy.
“Soon you’ll be my filthy wife and I’m so fucking proud of you. You’re such a good girl letting me train your ass like this. You should see how well you’re taking me now. How well you’re swallowing my cock.”
Layla starts to move, pushing back against my fingers, and she takes me deeper. She’s relaxed, she’s open, she’s begging and she’s mine.
Her back arches and she cries out when I reach my fulldepth, and I take a second to breathe myself because goddamn she feels incredible. I let my hand roam her spine, her hips, never stopping my fingers working over her clit as she does the work for us, fuckingme.And I wonder if she’ll ever stop surprising me.
“Fucking Christ,” I breathe as I pull all the way out and then push back in, her ass taking every inch of me.
There isn’t a part of her that isn’t mine now and I’ll never let her go. I’ve loved her since the moment I laid eyes on her. I kiss her gently as her orgasm crashes into her, and she cries out my name as she writhes, gripping the sheets, her whole body quivering around my cock. I’m so far gone that mine prepares to chase hers just as quickly in return.
“This ass … so … fucking … mine,” I emphasize each word with a punishing thrust. “Just like you, Layla, just like you.”
Layla June Monroe was born to be my wife. And no amount of science or logic could convince me otherwise.
Do I believe in fate now?
Fucking right I do.
