She looks down, her eyes wide saucers of wonder.
“You just…” her voice gets lost in the sound of pleasure that flies out of her when my fingers graze her clit.
I rip the panties away from her body. We both watch the shredded pieces of lace fall to the floor.
I step closer to her, wrapping her legs around me as I slide two fingers into her tight channel.
“Yes,” she hisses under her breath.
“Yes,” I echo against her mouth.
I finger her slowly. It’s a taste of what I’ll do to her in my bed before the night is over.
I can’t get enough of her.
I’ll always want more. That should scare the fuck out of me, but it doesn’t.
It offers me a sense of peace I’ve never felt before.
Tears prickat the corners of my eyes.
I’m not crying. If I were, it would be tears of joy.
I’m straining to contain myself because I’m buried in Matilda’s pussy and she’s clawing the sheets like a wild animal that can’t be tamed.
“You like it this deep,” I growl as I fold myself over her back.
She’s on her stomach. Her beautiful plump ass is resting against me as I drive my dick into her with long, even strokes.
Sweat peppers every inch of my skin and hers.
We’ve been fucking for hours.
I brought her to orgasm with my fingers on the dining room table. She blew me in return.
Then I licked her while she rode my face on the sofa before I carried her to my bed and slid my dick between her perfect tits.
Now, she’s inching her ass closer to my body as I try with every ounce of strength I have left not to come before her.
“Come,” I demand, my voice an angry roar.
“Fuck me harder.” She screams. “Harder.”
I do. I brace my foot on the bed and pound into her with deep, measured thrusts.
I hold her in place with my hands, pinning her to the mattress.
I feel her inch closer, her pussy gripping me like a vise. “I’m going to…”
“Come,” I say one last time as she rides my dick to her climax before I lose control and come hard chanting her name.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Tilly
“Do you think I look okay?”I adjust the neckline of my navy blue lace dress. “I haven’t been to many weddings before. I wasn’t sure what to wear.”
“You look amazing.” Sebastian nudges my leg with his as we sit in two of the chairs that have been set up in the corner of a private dining room in a Greek restaurant in midtown.
