Page 103 of Walkoff Wedding

Another time. Right now, I just need to be inside her.

I tug her into my lap, crushing my lips to hers, tasting the salty remnants of me as I sweep my tongue inside of her mouth and suck with a frantic desperation unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

And she matches me with every breath.

Her thighs bracket my hips, that cute-as-fuck yellow skirt bunching around her waist, the wet heat of her pussy radiating along the bare skin of my cock making my balls ache with the need for release.

“Want your pussy squeezing my cock, baby.” I say, gliding my palms up her creamy, exposed thighs, until my fingers graze along the front of her panties. “I can’t wait another second to feel you wrapped around me.”

We’re a frenzy of hands as we tear at each other’s clothes frantically. Addie tears my shirt off and tosses it behind her as I drag the fluffy cardigan down her arms and let it drop to the floor. Then, I work on her skirt and panties, yanking the fabric down as she lifts her knees to kick it away, leaving her in nothing but the white fitted tank she’s wearing.

I can see the taut, pebbled peaks of her nipples pressing against the front, and I realize she’s braless beneath it.

Cupping her tits over the shirt, I press them together and groan. “Fuck. No bra, baby? You can’t leave the house like this. I’ll have to fight somebody.”

I slip my hands beneath the hem of her shirt and tug it off of her in a single breath. My gaze rakes up the flat expanse of her stomach, to her tits. The perfect handfuls with rosy, pink nipples that are hardened into peaks, begging for my mouth.

She’s perfection, and she’s fucking mine.

Leaning forward, I flick my tongue over her nipple before sucking it into my mouth and grazing my teeth along the peak.

My palm curves around her hip and she rocks, dragging her wet heat over me, chasing friction, and I reach between us, thrumming my finger over her clit in rough circles.

With my other hand, I fist the base of my cock, dragging it through her dripping pussy, coating it in her arousal. One flex of my hips and I could bury myself inside of her.

“Fuck. I don’t have a condom, they’re in the bedroom.”

Her pale blue eyes snap open as her chest heaves, her cheeks blooming red. “I… I’m on birth control. For my periods… If you…” She trails off.

“Are you telling me that I can fuck you bare, baby?” The thought of claiming my wife has desperation tickling down my spine.

She swallows roughly, nodding. “I’m safe. And… I want you to. If you do.”

My arms wrap around her waist, and I haul her to my chest. “I’m safe too, and there’s nothing in the fucking world I want more. Literally, nothing. Are you sure?”

“I want it. I want to feel all of you, with nothing between us.”

My balls tighten when she reaches down and wraps her soft fist around me and notches me at her opening while she holds my eyes. Telling me exactly how sure she is.

“You want your husband to fill your pretty little pussy full of cum?”

She slides down a fraction of an inch in response, the head of my cock nudging her entrance, and the feeling is almost enough to have my eyes rolling back.

Warm, wet, heat envelopes my cock as she sinks down on me, inch by inch, until her thighs touch mine and I’m buried inside of her balls deep.

Fuuuuuck.

My vision dances as she clenches around me, adjusting to my cock, and my muscles coil tight. A hoarse grunt falls from my lips, and I reach for her hips, curving my palm over the soft dip.

“Oh…” She moans, her mouth falling open as her hands fall forward to my chest. She lifts her hips before sliding back down on my cock slowly, in controlled, steady motions.

Way fucking more controlled than I feel. The thread of restraint inside of me is dangerously thin, ready to snap at any second.

After her licking dessert off my cock, I was already on the brink of coming, and now my balls are drawing tight, ready to empty inside of her as my spine tingles, black spots dancing around my vision.

I’m gone for her.

Addie’s tits sway with each circle of her hips, and I lean forward, closing my lips around her hardened nipple and sucking. Hard. A needy, desperate whimper sounds from her, and I tighten my grip on her hips, guiding her up and down on my cock harder. Faster. Bottoming out with each flex of my hips.

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