Page 33 of Insta Bride

He rolled on top, not bothering with the pretend planking or push ups. Full body-to-body contact and we lay there kissing as the candles slowly died. Grinding our hips together so close, but not close enough.

I rubbed his cock against my stomach, wanting him to feel the skin on skin that I craved. We were fumbling around like high schoolers in the back of the car. I still controlled his erection, while his hand was very much at home between my legs.

I wanted to lie back, eyes closed and give into the sensation. Do nothing other than feel him explore my body and react each time he found my spot. I wanted to pull him inside me, feel the power of each thrust. I wanted more and I wanted it before he sent me over the edge on my own.

“Kye, wait,” I said pulling his hand out and reached for a condom. “For our first time, I want you inside me when I come.”

“I’ve got a condition of my own,” he said while rolling down the sheath, “We come together.”

And we did.

When Kye paused at my entrance, my heart and body trembled at his touch. I held my breath as he slowly entered, pausing again for me to wriggle my hips, adjusting to his size before starting a slow and steady pace. I grabbed at his ass, wanting him to magically find what I’d read about in books, but my ex had never been able to—

There. Could it be an accident?

No, there, again. With each thrust, Kye’s cock slammed against my g-spot. Triggering thunderbolts and lightning.

Well, not really, but it was goooood. Damn good. All it would take would be to hit my spot a couple of more times—

“I’m so close, so close,” I whimpered.

“Hold it for me, baby,” he warned, not slowing the pace. His head was pulled back, eyes shut. “Hold it for me. Not much longer.”

He edged his hand between our hips, not stopping his pace or his quest until he found my bud. The first time he squeezed it, I almost bucked him off the bed. Damn and double damn, he knew my body better than I did.

“Oh, my fucking—” he cried, attacking my nipple, rubbing my clit and hitting my g-spot with an almighty thrust.

“For future reference, that’s not gonna make me calm down.” I tried to laugh and slow down the tremors. I wanted to hold off until he—

“Hold it, hold it.” Kye’s face grimaced, with a pained expression before he smashed my mouth with his.

I lasted twenty seconds, okay, maybe fifteen.

He started bucking against me, losing control, and I had no choice. Kye had taken me to the edge of the cliff, and his last thrusts had hit the one spot that unleashed me. He’d wanted us to come together, and I had no choice but to gush around his cock as he spasmed and shook, finally collapsing into my arms.

Not wanting him to get too cocky, I said, “That wasn’t bad for our first time.”

That made him shoot up, pulling into a wobbly push up, “What?”

I liked the thought of being the only woman who’d given him a negative critique. Undeserved, but I wanted to keep him on his toes.

“Well, I guess you’ll need some more practice to know what I really like.”

“You—” he laughed into my neck, finding my swollen clit, and bringing me undone, again. “You’ll be the death of me.”

“Or I could die trying.”

She Wanted Honest

Australian Love Story Cast leaks

He’s the sexy FIFO engineer. She’s the corporate princess. He’s beer. She’s champagne. My sources tell me that when these opposites attract, bed sheets melt.

You’ll read it here first. This is Danielle Stone from Wake Up Australia.

Kye

Well, that could have gone worse—if I’d killed a puppy and left the body on her doorstep.

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