“And you’re mine. Tell me you’re mine. All mine. Just fucking mine.” His voice is a rasp that tugs at my heartstrings.
He finds my eyes—the love shining in his warms my chest like he thrust a sun to beam inside me.
“I’m yours, Ian. No one else’s. Yours. All yours, even beyond my last breath.”
In just my thong, I pull at his T-shirt with jerky movements, no patience left in my body. He quickly discards his jeans and boxers.
His cock juts out, hard and ready for me. A tremor skitters through my body as a wave of desire crashes into me when I see his magnificent, naked body.
I am eager and wanton. After so long, I just want to feel him inside of me already.
I am on the verge, needing him to take the edge off. But he has other plans, because he crawls on top of me, taking one pebbled nipple into his mouth, sucking on it while he rolls the other between his thumb and forefinger.
I could come just like that, the pleasure maddeningly good.
He frees it with a pop, his eyes darkening with hunger. He can feast on me as if I am his offering. I don’t care.
“I never thought I’d be able to feel this for anyone, baby. But it feels like I have been made to love you.”
I feel the same. Our mouths come together in a passionate kiss.
My hands glide over the planes of muscles, grazing my fingertips over the ridges.
“I need you inside of me,” I say in a voice laced with desperation, betraying my need.
He settles between my legs, and I spread my thighs wider in invitation, welcoming him back in.
“Oh, flower girl. No day will pass when I won’t take care of my perfect girl and her greedy pussy.”
His hands dig into my thighs, closing his eyes as he licks my slit with voracious laps, biting into my clit.
I buck up at the shot of pleasure, but he places a hand on my stomach, keeping me in place. He eats me out, humming low in his throat, enjoying it just as much.
When his fingers come into play as well, I can only take what he offers—an unbound pleasure followed by a mind blowing orgasm. My vision dots with twinkling stars as he propels me higher and higher.
The release reverberates through me, and I squeeze his head between my thighs. My legs tremble in the wake of bliss.
He kisses along my thigh, nibbling on the sensitive skin as he crawls on top of me.
This moment, while heavy with carnal lust, holds something precious too, like our love making seals our lives—irrevocably binding us together.
His eyes find mine, and there’s a promise reflected in our gaze. This is a new beginning.
My hand shoots to his cock, and I pump his length up and down. Can’t wait to feel his meaty cock inside of me, stretchingand filling me. Nothing compares to him owning me from within. A shiver rocks my feverish body at the thought alone.
He throws his head back, the vein in his neck throbbing. “Put me inside of you. I’m fucking dying to get back inside my paradise.”
My hand trembles as I guide it to my slick entrance.
He slips inside of me, inch by inch, prolonging the pleasure. We both moan at the exquisite sensation and unparalleled satisfaction.
Interlacing our fingers above my head, he pushes himself to the hilt inside of me. “How I missed your pussy.”
“She missed you too,” I whimper.
A low growl rumbles in his chest. “Yeah, taking my cock so well, hungry to be stuffed with my cum.”
The best man with a dirty mouth. I am one lucky girl.
