At last, she shattered, losing her rhythm as her muscles seized.
I swallowed the sweet little noises she made, stroking and massaging my fingers along her spasming walls. My cock was painfully hard by now and I couldn’t wait another moment to finally be inside her.
Keely must have read my mind because she grappled with my belt, pushing me back to the couch. As soon as I was seated, she was between my knees, peeling my fly open. When she wrapped her soft hand with her cherry-red fingernails around my raging cock, I bucked up into her grip.
She grinned, dragging her tongue along my length.
“JesusfuckingChrist, baby,” I croaked.
“You promised I could have my wicked way with you, remember?” Keely replied in a playfully sweet tone.
She unraveled me with every measured stroke of her hand. Twisting her wrist, or smoothing her thumb over the crown of my cock to make me shudder.
“You almost sound like…” I said in a strangled voice. “You might have been plotting exactly what you wanted to do as soon as I made that promise—”
Words failed me when Keely kissed the tip of my cock, leaving behind smudges of lipstick in a beautiful mess. She cupped my balls, swirling the flat of her tongue over my tip. A flood of delirious pleasure washed over me.
“Fuck, yes, sweetheart, right there,” I groaned, resting my head back against the couch.
Keely gave a pleased little hum that vibrated along my length. My balls tightened, threatening to send me over the edge at any moment.
Reaching down, I lifted Keely into my lap. She made a high-pitched noise of surprise, gathering her skirts up withanticipation. After digging a condom out of my pocket, I hurried to roll it on.
Then Keely and I held our breath as she settled over my cock and sank down. I gritted my teeth so I wouldn’t blow my load as her scorching heat enveloped me. She braced her hands on my chest and her eyes lit up with every inch until I was fully buried inside her.
For a moment, neither of us spoke. Keely panted and her walls fluttered. I clutched her hips with a bruising grip, fighting to hold out.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” I asked.
She nodded, biting her lower lip. “You really are big all over, aren’t you?”
“Is it too much?” I replied, concerned.
“Pinchs a little,” Keely admitted, squeezing her thighs, carefully canting her hips at a slow angle.
Ruffling around under her skirts, I found her clit and massaged it with my thumb. A sigh escaped her lips and her body eased.
“Better?” I ventured.
She nodded again. After taking some time to adjust, Keely began to move, rocking back and forth on my cock. I caressed her tits, kneading them, sucking and licking at her nipples. She pressed her cheek to the top of my head, using my shoulders for leverage to ride me harder.
The slick grip of her pussy was audible in the room, mingled with the rustle of clothing. I squeezed her thighs and ass, coaxing her up and down until my length was coated in her cream.
“That’s it, baby,” I said. “Fall apart for me. You can do it.”
Keely kept grinding on my cock, even when my orgasm slammed into me. I came with a groan, thrusting deep one last time. I frantically rubbed her clit, desperate to take her with me.
She flung her head back, fingernails gouging into my chest, red welts marking my skin amid the black tattoo ink. Fully seated on my cock, she squirmed and pulsed, milking every last drop out of me with the force of her orgasm.
Fuck, she was gorgeous like this—half-naked, arching with ecstasy, coming undone.
I wanted to recreate this moment with her on our wedding night. Smudged lipstick and tangled curls. Her dress pushed up around her hips. Watching her ride my cock until she was shaking and I was dripping out of her.
I cupped Keely’s cheek in my palm, sweeping my thumb over her lower lip. The post-orgasm haze began to clear from her eyes as she looked down at me.
A primal certainty settled over me.
One day in the near future, I would have the privilege of calling this womanmy wife.
